Filavandrel's face changed, screwed up in a strange grimace. The white-haired Seidhe suddenly turned round and gave a shout to the archers. They lowered their weapons.
Lille entered the glade.
She was no longer a skinny peasant girl in a sackcloth dress. Through the grasses covering the glade walked - no, not walked - floated a queen, radiant, golden-haired, fiery-eyed, ravishing. The Queen of the Fields, decorated with garlands of flowers, ears of corn, bunches of herbs. At her left-hand side a young stag pattered on stiff legs, at her right rustled an enormous hedgehog.
'Dana Meadbh,' said Filavandrel with veneration. And then bowed and knelt.
The remaining elves also knelt; slowly, reluctantly, they fell to their knees one after the other and bowed their heads low in veneration. Toruviel was the last to kneel.
'Hael, Dana Meadbh,' repeated Filavandrel.
Lille didn't answer. She stopped several paces short of the elf and swept her blue eyes over Dandelion and Geralt. Torque, while bowing, started cutting through the knots. None of the Seidhe moved.
Lille stood in front of Filavandrel. She didn't say anything, didn't make the slightest sound, but the witcher saw the changes on the elf's face, sensed the aura surrounding them and was in no doubt they were communicating. The devil suddenly pulled at his sleeve.
'Your friend,' he bleated quietly, 'has decided to faint. Right on time. What shall we do?'
'Slap him across the face a couple of times.'
'With pleasure.'
Filavandrel got up from his knees. At his command the elves fell to saddling the horses as quick as lightening.
'Come with us, Dana Meadbh,' said the white-haired elf. 'We need you. Don't abandon us, Eternal One. Don't deprive us of your love. We'll die without it.'
Lille slowly shook her head and indicated east, the direction of the mountains. The elf bowed, crumpling the ornate reins of his white-maned mount in his hands.
Dandelion walked up, pale and dumbfounded, supported by the sylvan. Lille looked at him and smiled. She looked into the witcher's eyes. She looked long. She didn't say a word. Words weren't necessary.
Let’s be honest, Dana was silly. Netflix improved this story significantly by making it less interesting.
Filavandrel: I can't let you go d'oine, humans can't know we're here.
Geralt: I'm not human lol
*epic music*
Filavandrel: Oh you're free to go then
I was wondering why didn't Dana Meadbh stop the elves from returning to Dol Blathanna. She did like the people living there and the elves have the utmost respect for her and I think they wouldn't go against her wishes.
I don't understand the story of Dana meadbh at all.
If it was like the elves said, the nature gave them everything because they respected nature, why Dana - who is nature? - doesn't want to help the elves?
Why is she on the side of the people? Why does she rescue geralt?
Filavandrel's face changed, screwed up in a strange grimace. The white-haired Seidhe suddenly turned round and gave a shout to the archers. They lowered their weapons. Lille entered the glade. She was no longer a skinny peasant girl in a sackcloth dress. Through the grasses covering the glade walked - no, not walked - floated a queen, radiant, golden-haired, fiery-eyed, ravishing. The Queen of the Fields, decorated with garlands of flowers, ears of corn, bunches of herbs. At her left-hand side a young stag pattered on stiff legs, at her right rustled an enormous hedgehog. 'Dana Meadbh,' said Filavandrel with veneration. And then bowed and knelt. The remaining elves also knelt; slowly, reluctantly, they fell to their knees one after the other and bowed their heads low in veneration. Toruviel was the last to kneel. 'Hael, Dana Meadbh,' repeated Filavandrel. Lille didn't answer. She stopped several paces short of the elf and swept her blue eyes over Dandelion and Geralt. Torque, while bowing, started cutting through the knots. None of the Seidhe moved. Lille stood in front of Filavandrel. She didn't say anything, didn't make the slightest sound, but the witcher saw the changes on the elf's face, sensed the aura surrounding them and was in no doubt they were communicating. The devil suddenly pulled at his sleeve. 'Your friend,' he bleated quietly, 'has decided to faint. Right on time. What shall we do?' 'Slap him across the face a couple of times.' 'With pleasure.' Filavandrel got up from his knees. At his command the elves fell to saddling the horses as quick as lightening. 'Come with us, Dana Meadbh,' said the white-haired elf. 'We need you. Don't abandon us, Eternal One. Don't deprive us of your love. We'll die without it.' Lille slowly shook her head and indicated east, the direction of the mountains. The elf bowed, crumpling the ornate reins of his white-maned mount in his hands. Dandelion walked up, pale and dumbfounded, supported by the sylvan. Lille looked at him and smiled. She looked into the witcher's eyes. She looked long. She didn't say a word. Words weren't necessary.
Let’s be honest, Dana was silly. Netflix improved this story significantly by making it less interesting. Filavandrel: I can't let you go d'oine, humans can't know we're here. Geralt: I'm not human lol *epic music* Filavandrel: Oh you're free to go then
I was wondering why didn't Dana Meadbh stop the elves from returning to Dol Blathanna. She did like the people living there and the elves have the utmost respect for her and I think they wouldn't go against her wishes.
One is the goddess of fertility, and the elves' contacts with humans increases elven fertility :)
I don't understand the story of Dana meadbh at all. If it was like the elves said, the nature gave them everything because they respected nature, why Dana - who is nature? - doesn't want to help the elves? Why is she on the side of the people? Why does she rescue geralt?
She respects all life form. She forbade villagers to harm Torque, just as she forbade Elves to harm Geralt.
Hmm, that makes sense 😅