Music drew everyone, in one way or another. One by one, each sliver of attention pleased him. Distantly Ecthelion was aware it wasn't all his own, but it was far too distant for him to worry about. He just enjoyed the music and it's playing.

He saw the shadow move, but kept playing. Giving a trill of greeting, though he did not know the elf. It hardly mattered, there were many here he did not know. On and on he played, fingers tireless so long as there was one who enjoyed his work.