Heledir

(Middle-earth.
You reach Rivendell and even Lord Elrond has invited you to dine among the elves.
The delicate sound of harps and lyres comes from everywhere, so beautiful that it catches your eye. You notice a tall elf, focused on his playing.
Soon he locks eyes with you.
After a while, when the elf finishes his playing, he passes you and bows gently to you.)
I noticed your gaze and I am glad that you liked my playing... Do you have any wishes for the next melody?