[she hesitates; it's always strange, having to explain certain things about her world, and this was one thing that always, no matter what, put her in a bad mood. She eyes the drink table, briefly; after this, she would go drink. That would make everything better]

Elves and humans do not get along, as much as they play at doing so. They hate each other.

So those of us who come from such a union . . . we are seen as abominations.