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Who; Ecthelion, and OPEN
What: Music - also with a bit of Pied Piperness for the event
When: June 23rd
Where: History section towards Reception
Warnings: Fluff in the thread with Glorfindel
Notes: Ecthelion's decided to play a little music

The dark-haired elf in blue robes felt it was a little too quiet for a living library. And a library was a place of learning, was it not? Ecthelion raised his flute to his lips and set to playing a lilting tune as he walked between the shelves of the history section, slowly making his way back towards the Reception area. He was well aware of his surroundings, stepping out of the way of what he felt was harmless.

Pale eyes watched, only music giving warning to his approach rather than footsteps, and just a hint of cloth ruffling. His hair, while long, was somewhat tamed by a tie at the very end of his waist-length hair. There was a faint glow to his skin, just barely noticeable. He carried no light with him - he'd never needed excess light.

It was only a matter of time before others came looking to see who was playing, since he'd heard no music so far. Come to him, little ones. No harm will come to you!

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Glorfindel was still getting used to the sudden ability to create and control frost. At first it was disturbing because it was like be was being taunted with the memory of Helcaraxë. It took an afternoon of firmly reminding himself that he wasn't freezing to death this time for him to even be able to come out of his room to seek out Ecthelion. It wasn't difficult to find him, following the sound of the flute music.

His own footsteps were silent, he lit the way before him as he walked through the Library , pausing when he came to the aisle adjacent to where Ecthelion was, resting his hands upon the shelf.

"Will you play me something?"

His dearest's new skill was a surprise, but it was also beautiful to see. Ecthelion would never fear Glorfindel, for all that he remembered being awed when they first met. Music had pressed him to leave their room alone, but he'd trusted the other to follow when he was reassured.

A smile lit pale eyes at that voice, and music and steps halted as naturally as breath. The smile spread as he turned to the shelf that separated them, and stepped close to lean and peer through.

"Have I ever denied you a song?"

Glorfindle peeked through the books as well, pulling a couple out so he could lean in to see Ecthelion and even steal a quick kiss before putting the books back. He was not sure he trusted himself to get too close but he hadn't been able to resist.

"I do not believe you could refuse me," he said with a laugh as he turned away, leaning back against the shelf. He did not see his new abilities as beautiful though but he would be content to listen to the flute music.

"Perhaps play me something new today."

He would never get tired of those kisses, and was left staring back, smiling softly. Ecthelion found a quiet little laugh answer Glorfindel's. He offered no protest when the blond elf replaced those books and turned away, for all that he stayed near.

Tease.

"Indeed not!" No. Glorfindel could ask for anything, and he'd do everything in his power to get it done. Something new? Ecthelion hummed quietly, thinking it over for a long few minutes.

"Will you dance for me?" But he didn't wait for the answer before he raised his flute back to his lips to play once again. And it indeed was something new! Something that simply came to his fingers, though he'd never heard it before. It echoed through his head.

Glorfindel didn't answer as Ecthelion began to play. For a moment he just swayed to the music, allowing himself to just enjoy it before finally twirling around, his golden hair flying out around him. He had never been able to resist dancing to his music and only after a moment did he finally reach the end of the shelves, moving around to finally let Ecthelion see him.

But he remained just out of reach, dancing ahead of him along the aisle with a laugh.

There was no need to answer when he put action instead. Ecthelion knew without being told that the older elf would oblige his request, he could hardly help but to do just that! He played, adding more and more, gaze searching for that dancing, teasing form. Worked to lure him out.

There! With a laugh, the blond haired elf danced before him, but beyond his reach. Laughter touched Ecthelion's eyes and affected his music, but he hardly cared nor noticed. Glorfindel danced for him, and that was all that mattered. But soon it became too much for him and he stepped forward, after the other, aiming to get close enough that maybe...

Just maybe, if he stopped playing and reached out swift enough he could catch that laughing, dancing elf! Without consciously knowing it, the tune reflected his desires, beckoning to encourage Glorfindel to dance nearer.

Glorfindel cannot resist dancing closer when Ecthelion beckons to him. But he takes his time, moving his hips as he does before reaching out to wrap an arm around the other elf's waist.

"I love this new tune!" he said happily as he leaned in to press a kiss carefully on Ecthelion's cheek. There was nothing that the would play that Glorfindel did not find delight in, however. There was love and light in the notes and it drew him in.

"I have to repay you for such a beautiful song!"

Oh, but that was definitely cheating! Ecthelion was sorely tempted to stop the music after that teasing dance brought his husband to him. But with the care taken to avoid disrupting the flute from his lips, he got the hint to keep playing.

It didn't stop the love from shining in his eyes. And there was a pause long enough for him to lean in to steal a kiss, since Glorfindel was so near, their steps moving in tandem as the music resumed. A note of encouragement is added, along with laughter in pale eyes and expectation for whatever reward he'd get.

Glorfindel leaned in when Ecthelion stole a kiss before moving away to let him play once more. But it didn't stop his hands from wandering down his husband's sides, around his back as Glorfindel moved around him gracefully around Ecthelion's own steps. They had danced together so often they knew how to step around each other perfectly in time.

Glorfindel took the chance to press kisses where he could- along the other elf's neck, his cheek, just to tease him.

And why would it? Glorfindel was welcome to touch where he wished. They knew how to move together fluidly, without getting in the other's way. But those touches were distracting, and he found he had to focus a little more on his music and on how he moved.

He didn't once try and stop his husband, though. Each teasing kiss was answered with a trill of a laugh in his music, along with a promise in how he watched Glorfindel for later when they were alone in their room.

Glorfindel saw that promise as he pulled away slightly, leading Ecthelion through the book shelves. He remained just out of reach until they came to a dead end. There he stopped, his back to the wall as he watched his husband with a grin on his lips.

He was flushed not with exertion but with the thought of what they were going to do once they got back to their rooms, which, thankfully, weren't too far away.

And he followed, as a good husband should. Still playing, until Glorfindel looked at him with that grin with his back to the wall. No where to go, and they both knew it. Though there was a break in the shelves not too far from them that led to their rooms, but he didn't tug Glorfindel that way just yet.

Instead he let the song end as he stepped close again, then pulled the flute away and let it hang at his side as he leaned in to kiss his husband again. That blush was impossible to ignore.

Glorfindel gave a soft moan as he pulled Ecthelion closer against him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. He didn't mind being trapped here against the wall. In fact it was rather delightful as he just let himself melt against the other Elf.

When they finally parted for air, Glorfindel gave a grin as he tangled his fingers in his husband's hair, blue eyes shining brightly.

Ecthelion leaned in close, pressing Glorfindel further against the wall at the moan. The grin when they parted had him chuckle softly, if a little breathless. He wrapped his free arm around his husband's waist, not about to protest the fingers in his hair, and gave him a playful squeeze. "Come, love. A bit more privacy, I should think," there was one thing he wasn't willing to share. He pulled back, tugging Glorfindel with him to move them towards their rooms.

"I agree!" Glrofindel was normally happy to show off but this time between him and his husband was just for them, no one else. He wouldn't share it with anyone else in the world. He gave a laugh as he followed Ecthelion along to their rooms

Once there he kicked the door behind them so they could have some privacy before kissing his husband deeply with a low moan.

For Ecthelion's part, he did his best to keep them both quiet so as to avoid others' notice and disturb those who had no business in this private space of theirs. No one would disturb them, and he liked it that way.

There was something about the music that compelled Fili to investigate. It wasn't dwarven, that much he knew, but it was upbeat and catchy all the same. The library had been so quiet since they had all arrived that it was a nice change of pace and the young dwarf stepped around a set of shelves just in time to catch sight of the source of it.

An elf. How curious.

Eyebrow lifting as he watches the other, he can't shake the warmth the music seems to spread through him and his lips even pull into the slightest smile.

It was a damn good thing his uncle wasn't around to see him acting so friendly with elves.

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.

It was even harder to resist the music when that welcoming little trill was added, a soft rush of laughter escaping the dwarf as he shook his head in amusement.

The urge to just give in and dance to the upbeat little tune was strong but Fili had never been quite as impulsive as his brother. He was able to at least stay in place as his eyes tracked the other's movements, leaning his shoulder against the shelf as he folded his arms over his chest.

And yes, yes he was drumming his fingers against the crook of one arm.

"Enjoying yourself, master elf?"

Why resist? There was no reason to do such a thing! The laugh was highly welcome.

The elf held stubbornly to his music, though stopped walking when they were closer - close enough for casual conversation. All up until the dwarf spoke. Ecthelion let the song trail off then, pleased he'd at least earned fingers drumming along from such an individual.

"Immensely, master dwarf. And yourself?" His tone was light and friendly enough, he had reason to be happy even with the various dangers they'd been warned of here.

"Moreso than I was when I first arrived," he admitted, feeling better now thanks to the music. This place made him feel uneasy, almost like the halls of Erebor had once they had been freed from Smaug's reign. It was a feeling that Fili wasn't fond of; one that he hadn't been wanting to experience again anytime soon.

"Will you tell me your name, master elf?" Studying him up close now, the dwarf was fairly certain that he'd never seen this being before.

Though it was hard to tell with elves sometimes.

Ecthelion smiled, more just as slight upturn to his lips and clear in his pale eyes than a wide smile. He understood, without needing details. "That is good to hear."

Deft motions had him swiftly give his flute a clean, though he planned to play more later. He was more than happy to speak with another trapped here, especially with one of Arda.

"I am Ecthelion, last of Gondolin before it fell." How well could this dwarf read between the lines? Could he figure out just by that that Ecthelion was dead? That he'd come from the Halls of Mandos?

"Ecthelion, it is a pleasure," Fili murmured before he gave the other a slightly understanding look. There was something about the way the other had introduced himself that struck a chord with the dwarf. "It saddens me to hear that another is in a similar situation to my own."

Because he too had come from the halls of his ancestors.

"I am Fili, of the House of Durin, at your service."

Understanding touched the elf's eyes. Another from the Halls. Ecthelion tucked his flute away before pressing his right palm to his chest in a more formal greeting. "I would think of this as a chance between lives, to learn and explore." A brighter outlook, perhaps. He could hope that he would be reborn, and in time to meet Glorfindel on the way home!

"You are well met, Fili."

Fili couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"That is a much more preferable way to look at this. I will have to refer to it as such from this point forward," he mused, returning the more former greeting with one of his own as he gave the elf a slight bow. "As are you, Ecthelion. You are not the first elf I have met in this place. I worry that the library seems to prefer your kin." It was said with a bit of a teasing tone but there was an underlying sadness as well.

It was hard not to feel alone.

Wandering the seemingly endless shelves seemed near dizzying. And it seemed the more that he walked through the darker places, the more he wanted to clean. In fact, he dove in with no holds barred as he started to clean the place. He found a broom in one of the closets and before he could figure out what he was doing, he started to dance as he swept, humming to a tune he was not truly familiar with.

That tune rested on the tip of his tongue and tickled at his ears until he finally stopped. Surfacing from the trance like cleaning, he looked around realizing the tune was not one of his own machinations. The sound drew him, and soon, he walked toward that sound, broom still clutched in his hands.

Leaning around to look at the source, he studied the surreal form playing the flute. It tickled at his memories, stories rippling to the surface as he tried to figure out who the elven lord was. Either way, he stepped into view, hugging his broom to his chest as he let the tune carry his mind away....

A trance that seemed to spread, affecting others differently. One to play. One to clean. What else would it make them all do? It had yet to bother Ecthelion. Music was one aspect to his life.

The tune continued, unending, yet shifted gradually. Bit by bit. He'd heard a voice join in for a time, and then it fell off. Quiet. Far off. Carried to his ears to mingle with his own music.

He'd just not quite expected to see an elf with a broom. Ecthelion kept playing, though, studying the unfamiliar elf. But there was something about him that tickled memory of others.

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.

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."

The spell only seemed to to shudder about him as the elder introduced himself. A look of amazement filled his eyes and soon he was smiling widely in excitement. "The Ecthelion that Glorfindel told me about so often? One and the same that protected my family and helped them escape before the fall?"

Such a topic should not sound so excited, but his heart oddly raced with excitement. It took him a moment to even remember to place his hand to his chest and bow in return. "Mae govannen, hir nin. I am Elrohir, the son of Elrond. Ah... you likely do not know my father, yes? He was a son of Eärendil and Elwing..." He felt so strange having to go back further in his lineage.

That wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting, and he blinked in slight surprise. How did this elf know Glorfindel? The fact he'd been spoken of by him was no real surprise. Though it was rather amusing, all at once.

Names that he'd only just learned upon arrival (and one golden menace pouncing and telling him so very much of what happened during Glorfindel's second life) and surprised turned to wonder, which moved on to a bright smile. "Glorfindel spoke of you and your parents. And your brother. I had not thought to meet you here," though that last was spoken with some amusement in his voice.

"Did he?" That meant that Glorfindel was here. The idea set a lot of his worry at ease and he smiled brilliantly at the thought. At least part of his family was here with him. It only made him feel that much more at ease knowing that the elder elf even spoke of him... "Only good things, I hope?"

He felt so terribly young now, standing there before a living legend in his own mind. An elf that faced more than one Balrog... and though he fell, he did so victoriously. Such stories were the things of tales and legends to Elrohir... Yet, here he was. "I am very honored to meet you, hir nin. Your flute playing is as beautiful as Glorfindel described it."

It was the music that drew her near. Tauriel had always been fond of music, but she had not heard a melody so lovely in a very long time. She knew she had to find the source of this song, and so she came, following her ears through the shelves, until she discovered the one who was making such a beautiful song.

She did not announce her presence, for she did not want the music to end. Instead she lingered in the shadows, watching and listening, allowing the song to move her, and fill her soul.

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.

She lingered in the shadows for a while, still listening, falling under the music's spell. It was easy to entrance folk with such a thing, but there was something haunting about this particular song that ensnared her heart and mind. She stayed silent a while, drawn to the music, until...

She shook herself out of the reprieve, suddenly. She was suddenly aware that she did not know how long she had been standing there. Clearing her throat, she stepped from the shadows.

"I fear your music is bewitching me.... Pray, where did you learn to play so well?"

It may be rude to interrupt, but she had to know, and if he continued to play she feared she may never leave this place.

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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.

"In Tirion?" She looked at him, surprised, though she supposed she should not be. This was a strange place, and she should not at all be shocked to meet someone who had been to a place that, in her mind, was more of a legend than an actual place.

"Yours must be an interesting tale indeed." When he invited her to walk with him she inclined her head in respect, politely, and fell into step beside him, clasping her hands behind her back. She was curious about him, and so she would gladly walk with him.

This Library was full of surprises. Such as surprise at the mention of Tirion from an elf who seemed to wear similar garments to some he'd seen on patrol before his death. Ecthelion inclined his head a little, affirming the statement.

"What would you wish to know?" It didn't take long to clean the delicate instrument and tuck it into it's protective carrying bag hung at his waist. "Beyond my name, for that I give gladly. I am Ecthelion, formerly of Gondolin." Perhaps more names of legend, he couldn't tell which Ages she'd lived through.

"Ecthelion of Gondolin?" She raised an eyebrow, trying to recall her all her knowledge of history. The name was, of course, one she knew, but she had to admit, while she knew the tale, she was by no means a bard or great student of history.

"What a strange place this is." She mused with a little smile. "I will admit, the places of which you speak have long past into history and legends to me."

He wasn't insulted nor too surprised. Hers was more the kind of reaction he'd expect from those outside Gondolin ~~who hadn't run into Glorfindel~~. Ecthelion let a smile answer hers, though perhaps a touch more wry. Certainly with a hint of remembered sorrow.

"Legends do not fully die so long as they continue to be told. May I know your name and from where you hail?"

I suppose that is true.

*She inclined her head in a polite bow.*

I am Tauriel, of the Woodland Realm. Or rather... I was of the Woodland Realm. Now I am not so sure.

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