His dearest's new skill was a surprise, but it was also beautiful to see. Ecthelion would never fear Glorfindel, for all that he remembered being awed when they first met. Music had pressed him to leave their room alone, but he'd trusted the other to follow when he was reassured.

A smile lit pale eyes at that voice, and music and steps halted as naturally as breath. The smile spread as he turned to the shelf that separated them, and stepped close to lean and peer through.

"Have I ever denied you a song?"