Da Capo by Grundy  

Da Capo

The prompt was kazoo - cello.

Elros looked mournful. The reception of his first musical composition was not what he’d expected.

Elrond’s snickers weren’t helping.

Makalaurë laid a consoling hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t fret, it is excellent for a beginner.”

“No, it was a disaster, not at all like I meant it to be,” Elros sighed, laying down his little pipe with an air of dejection.

“Hardly reason to give up,” Maedhros said, shooting a quelling look at Elrond. “You don’t suppose Kano here improvised a concerto the first time he met a cello, do you?”

The trajectory of Elros’ eyebrows strongly suggested he had.