Confession: I love the reaction of the elves when the keeper arrives in Kirkwall. So much respect from city-elves, who could’ve been in the same situation as the ones in Denerim, who didn’t even believe the Dalish existed.
I have mixed feelings about that scene, lovely as it was. Knowing that the Dalish were once elven nobility makes me wonder what that scene is trying to convey — the recognition of their shared kinship? A shared sense of loss and remembrance? Or the “natural” superiority of the nobles, passed down to their children genetically, and recognized “naturally” by the descendants of the common elves? If the latter, there’s a creepy eugenics message in that. Hopefully it’s the former.
I always interpreted it just as awe in the presence of such a graceful elder - she sweeps in and she’s beautiful and she’s sad and looking at the vhenadahl seems to pain her. I doubt any of them had any idea who she really was, but it was clear she wasn’t just an ordinary Dalish elf who wandered into the city.