Leaning on the broom, he let his chin rest on it as he smiled for the tune. Letting his eyes fall closed, he did not know where the words came from, but the left his lips singing words softly. They flowed out of him as though he always knew the words. Swaying with the sound, he idly thought he never really cared for singing himself before... but this felt like he could not stop.

It took a conscious effort to surface from the haze of the music. Lifting his head, he finally let his voice drift off as he once more took in his appearance. "You do not wear any clothing I recognize for the Elven kingdoms. And yet... I remember it from somewhere..."

But where? Elrohir could not quite organize his memories right at that moment.