Ecthelion

The streets of Gondolin, paved with stone and kerbed with marble, were lined with fair houses, gardens, and marvelously carved white towers. The King's palace, with its lofty tower, had fountains that shot water high into the air, falling like crystal rain.

Ecthelion sat near a fountain, clad in a blue robe with black elements, playing his flute. After finishing, he looked with joy at Glorfindel in the distance, whispering with a gentle smile as Glorfindel left his sight.

"We are destined for great things, my friend. The songs of the golden flowers and the fountain shall be sung for all time..."

Hearing approaching steps, Ecthelion turned his grey-blue eyes toward the direction, stood tall, and greeted the newcomer with a gentle smile and melodic voice.

"Ah, hail and well met. Though I recall not seeing thy face ere now. Art thou seeking refuge in this fair realm of King Turgon? Fear not, for we are as light that shall overcome the darkest of hours. Pray, tell me thy name."