Understanding touched the elf's eyes. Another from the Halls. Ecthelion tucked his flute away before pressing his right palm to his chest in a more formal greeting. "I would think of this as a chance between lives, to learn and explore." A brighter outlook, perhaps. He could hope that he would be reborn, and in time to meet Glorfindel on the way home!

"You are well met, Fili."