Far too quiet. Music was just the best way to liven things up in a pleasant way. He wouldn't mind if people joined in, with voice or dance. Or just listened. The tune continued, effortless in the flow, even when someone stepped out around a bookshelf and into sight. Short, but clearly full grown.

How odd - a dwarf. Ecthelion was well aware they existed, had seen them from afar and admired their smithwork. But he'd never been that close to one, let alone spoken to one.

But this one was clearly appreciating his music, if that smile behind all that hair was anything to go by. Silent laughter lit pale eyes and the tall elf added a trill of a welcome to the song - half to see what the dwarf would do, and half because he just felt like it.