This is what I'm calling a negative to an actual failed attempt. Love it or hate it I don't really care. I liked it a lot and I'm not ashamed of a little weaselly stuff.
Galion cheered his friend on, "You can do it, El. Show this messenger boy Nandorin stuff."
Feren stood by watching, arms crossed over his chest, with a smirk playing across his face.
Elros drew in another lungful of air. Oh, what he wouldn't give to wipe that smug little grin off his pretty face⦠The thought gave him a spark of resolve to try again. He brought the small horn up to his lips and blew it in another attempt to coax some noise from the silent instrument. Nothing.
He lowered the horn and once more took a few heavy breaths. He was starting to feel somewhat lightheaded.
Feren grinned. "Have you had enough?"
Elros almost growled, but held his temper in check. He slowly brought the device back to his lips.
"Remember to press your lips together," Galion offered.
Elros nodded, doing just that. He thought of his many failed attempts before this and Feren's bold smile. He took a deep breath and blew. For a second nothing came out, but he changed position and finally a piercing, clear cry jumped forth from the horn.
Elros let the call go on for a few moments before he broke it off, sucking in more much needed air.
Galion immediately jumped to his best friend's side, and gave Elros a gentle pat on the back. The guard was slightly bowed and panting lightly.
Feren raised his eyebrows in admiration. His smirk was gone. "Well done," he admitted. "Though it took you long enough," he hastily added.
Galion was beaming and didn't notice the sour elf's comments. "How did it feel?" He asked.
Elros straightened, meeting his friend's gaze. "I think I want to sit down," he said simply.
