The spell only seemed to to shudder about him as the elder introduced himself. A look of amazement filled his eyes and soon he was smiling widely in excitement. "The Ecthelion that Glorfindel told me about so often? One and the same that protected my family and helped them escape before the fall?"

Such a topic should not sound so excited, but his heart oddly raced with excitement. It took him a moment to even remember to place his hand to his chest and bow in return. "Mae govannen, hir nin. I am Elrohir, the son of Elrond. Ah... you likely do not know my father, yes? He was a son of Eärendil and Elwing..." He felt so strange having to go back further in his lineage.