*sees you shading your eyes, your mouth moving in what looks like a familiar shape (from this distance, anyway) and wonders if you do recognize him, after all?*
*veers off the sidewalk and onto the grass, figuring he can always make himself scarce if things get awkward* *makes his way toward you with an open expression, even a faint smile* *he likes what he knows of you, after all, and you've seemed like a great guy the two or so times he's met you in person*
*as he draws nearer, waves again, forgetting even his bandaged palm in the strangeness of the moment—you're a superstar of international proportions, one of the most powerful people in Gondolin, but he feels like he actually knows you, in a way* *calling out* Hiya. Sorry to interrupt, I'm just out for a walk... *grins as your dog streaks back toward you* She's a beaut. Or he.