The moment that Fingon had heard the music the man played, he was spellbound. He had heard echoes of some music before, when he had been lucky enough to hear Maedhros' brother Maglor play at family events in Valinor, and at a few choice events during their time in Beleriand. This boy might not have had quite the skill of Maglor Fëanorian, but judging from his youth, he was certainly heading in that direction.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, watching the boy closely, his ears twitching a bit in the pleasure of the sound. When he began the song about the elven-prince - which gave him a slight smile - his ears perked, and he lifted an eyebrow in amusement.
"You have skill, despite your age, and despite the fact you seem to be quite human."