*looks (up) at you steadily, though her short stature means very little when she is standing upright with a stony expression on her face* And it didn't occur to you to tell us the truth?
Her story makes no sense whatsoever. Whatever gave you the idea to perpetuate whatever nonsense she is telling us? *to Beren and it doesn't matter that he is the husband of the Princess or the father of the Heir* Why are you here, Erchamion? Being mixed up with Noldor is very old-school, even for you.