Only a little rude, and he didn't mind. The elf gently lowered his flute as she spoke, feeling the tail end of the music take a few seconds before fading. A faint smile moved to touch his lips.

"It took on a life of its own," he murmured in agreement. Then, to answer, "In Tirion."

Ecthelion stepped forward, hands moving to deftly clean his flute as he gestured slightly to invite her to walk with him. The destination didn't really matter, but he often felt movement helped in conversation with those newly met.