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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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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.