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[silverwaters]

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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[twicelived]

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?"

[filidough]

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.

[elrohir_elrondion]

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....

[silvan_captain]

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.