{No, the song is bringing forth his healing ability. Elves are attached to their languages and their music. Sindarin and even Quenya are so musical that it isn't hard to imagine the simplest of phrases being written as notes instead of letters.

He follows the scarring down, his heart aching for this precious Man.}

I know what it is like to stand alone. I barred my people in the Greenwood to avoid finding myself alone again. You, however, have remained in the open.

I respect you for that.