It's a trick one of my foster fathers taught us, when we were younger. I can't do it anymore, though, the wind won't answer when I call. [ He sounds maybe a little bitter under the light heartedness ] Suppose the mortal in me cancels that talent out.

I'm Elros. [ He grins at her, and then the grin fades into bared teeth and he lunges past her to take out the demon trying to take advantage ]

Elros Earendillion, Luthien's heir, Tar-Minyatur, first king of Numenor, and so on. [ He grunts as the demon catches the blade, but elven blades are not particularly kind to evil, and it pulls the hand back with a hiss, allowing Elros to run it through ]

My brother and I are rather starting to accumulate titles, it seems. [ He shrugs, panting. ] Whiiiiich based on the look of your face, I am guessing you haven't heard of at all?