Glorfindel was still getting used to the sudden ability to create and control frost. At first it was disturbing because it was like be was being taunted with the memory of Helcaraxë. It took an afternoon of firmly reminding himself that he wasn't freezing to death this time for him to even be able to come out of his room to seek out Ecthelion. It wasn't difficult to find him, following the sound of the flute music.

His own footsteps were silent, he lit the way before him as he walked through the Library , pausing when he came to the aisle adjacent to where Ecthelion was, resting his hands upon the shelf.

"Will you play me something?"