#thegreatstronbow

[helreginn]

"Yes, but also no. You must remember, my kin are not.. embodied.. My birth was.."

Come to think of it, Hel couldn't rightly say. She knew they were not as men or elves were in such matters. But the only other child of ëalar she knew of was Luthien. And she most assuredly was born. Physically bound in flesh and blood. Her reddish brown brows wrinkled as several questions sprung forth in her mind. And frustratingly, she was so far from anyone that could answer them!

"I'm not sure. We never really reminisced. I must have been, though." She grinned smugly, "Most of the Ainur I am still familiar with tend to treat me how I treat Lúthien... Like I'm a pretty princess!"

“But you... you were born? Like a baby?”

He could not wrap his head around the image of her as anything but she was, the thought of her as a squalling infant (all the infants he had met had been squalling, though, so perhaps it was an elven quality) seemed ludicrous. 

“...I bet you were a cute baby.”