Maedhros lowers himself onto the ground with graceful ease, crossing his legs. His prosthetic hand rests on his thigh and he closes his eyes to better lose himself in the song. The flute is surprisingly Elvish in sound and he smiles at the familiarity. Yes, this man is talented.

When the song ends, he opens hie eyes and gives him a smile in the place of applause.

"You did not lie."