<b>How could she explain what she felt, when she had just learned the news herself? “All my life, I've known who I am. What I'm supposed to do, what's expected of me. Everything was simple. Mayhap not always easy, but life seldom is that.” <br/>
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As she spoke, she rubbed against the fabric of his top over his heart as if calming herself. “Now, I don't know. My parents – aren't. My mother, the one I got my blood from, gave me to them as a baby. She wanted to protect me. Life was different for her. Her mother was … not of our people.” She stopped and chewed on her lip, her shoulders tensing despite her resolve. “It would be easier to start before her birth ...”</b><br/><br/><b>So Pegawen did, telling Lotharn of Allasea's grandmother, the child of Nielíqui, daughter of Araw. How that child met and fell in love with an elf, the two wedding despite her father's concerns. And she spoke of how that union produced one child – Allasea – the daughter of a high-elf and a valar. Long she spoke, neither pausing to look up or lose her nerve again. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>When she gave birth to me, she said she didn't wish the same life of isolation that she'd endured. My parents – the ones that raised me – didn't wish children of their own, but they took me in for her. And they treated me well. I've nothing ill to speak of them. Yet, I feel confused ...”</b>