[So he was a king. At least that much hadn’t needed language to convey, though the word god throws her off slightly. It translates in her mind somehow as both Ainur and Illuvitar, the latter of which she feels certain they are not for he is only one and his domain is not limited.

Perhaps they are Valar that did not make themselves manifest before? She worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she tries to work out a theological problem that an elf such as herself is absolutely not prepared for.]

They are Ainur. A lesser form, they tend to the world and its people or focus on their works and crafts. But perhaps you are Valar instead? They are more powerful Ainur. For example there is Varda, she who cast the stars in the sky so that we might live in darkness. I do not know this word “god”, my people have never had need of such a term. We know our creator by name, though he does not seem to ever care for us. [If a little bit of bitterness and hurt creeps into her tone, she quickly tries to mask it as she glances between them and keeps going.]

Was all that sand a “desert”? I have never seen such expanses of it before. I have never even seen a beach, only patches in places along the river.