"Did he?" That meant that Glorfindel was here. The idea set a lot of his worry at ease and he smiled brilliantly at the thought. At least part of his family was here with him. It only made him feel that much more at ease knowing that the elder elf even spoke of him... "Only good things, I hope?"

He felt so terribly young now, standing there before a living legend in his own mind. An elf that faced more than one Balrog... and though he fell, he did so victoriously. Such stories were the things of tales and legends to Elrohir... Yet, here he was. "I am very honored to meet you, hir nin. Your flute playing is as beautiful as Glorfindel described it."