"How do I look?" He asked nervously, dusting off his navy and silver robes for a hundredth time. There were only two hours left to his first concert in the King's palace his gut was knotted tight with stress. Somehow the fact that he's been to the palace countless times with his cousins and met king Finwe on many occasions did not help in the slightest now. He was so play for such a big audience for the time after all.
“Hmm? Oh Ehtele! You look fine! How many times?!” Laurefindil huffed a little and shoved the other playfully, “anyone would think you were more worried about what people think of your appearance than your playing!”
He laughed a little and then his smile turned softer, speaking in a more quiet tone, meant just for their ears, not anyone who might be listening in. “You know you’ll be really great don’t you? I have faith in you, everyone will be enthralled.”
The young elf couldn’t help the light blush that spread to his cheeks when he paid him the compliment and he turned away a moment, hoping he wouldn’t notice and if he did, wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.