This Library was full of surprises. Such as surprise at the mention of Tirion from an elf who seemed to wear similar garments to some he'd seen on patrol before his death. Ecthelion inclined his head a little, affirming the statement.

"What would you wish to know?" It didn't take long to clean the delicate instrument and tuck it into it's protective carrying bag hung at his waist. "Beyond my name, for that I give gladly. I am Ecthelion, formerly of Gondolin." Perhaps more names of legend, he couldn't tell which Ages she'd lived through.