*moseys inside as unobtrusively as possible (and in his case, that's very unobtrusive indeed), only twigging to the other melody when he catches sight of the two of you at the bar*
*bites his lip, uncharacteristically hesitant (never was sure of Aulendil's memory or lack thereof, no matter what anyone else said), but decides he may as well say hello since you're here?* *and he hasn't seen you in ages and ages, after all* *wonders whether you'll even remember a little lick of flame like him, actually*
*approaches you, unable to help a pleased smile despite your choice of company* Lady Ilmarë?