The voice was back. Elven fine, despite the words belonging to no song either knew. It just came out unbidden. Ecthelion eventually let the tune fade, naturally. Gently so. The flute lowered from his lips when the other elf spoke.

"Then allow me to introduce myself." He pressed a palm to his chest in the typical elvish sign of greeting and respect. "I am Ecthelion, of Gondolin before it fell."