Not long after Elrond had sailed to Valinor, and a bit after he'd arrived (giving him some time to get reacquainted with his wife and start to know some more distant relatives) he learned of a particular reborn he'd heard many stories about, both growing up and during his learning after to become a Loremaster.

Findekano. Fingon. Once High King. Cousin to his foster fathers.

He went searching, following directions the Nolodoran gave him, and eventually heard music that seemed to call to him. He knew better than to ignore such a sign and followed it to a room. There, he found an elf that matched many descriptions and images he'd heard and seen of Findekano.

Elrond paused at the entrance, entranced with the beautiful sound and now without any hurry.