Songbirds always eat if their song is sweet to hear*
Today's Word Count: 4508
Novel Progress: Wrote Chapter 11. Next up, the Uncanny Valley, or so help me gods.
Current Emotion: I Have a Full Pot of Stone-Cold Tea.
“I think we should have an encore.” Bofur’s cheerful voice shattered the quiet.
Thorin glanced up, head tilting to the side in a warning gesture that he was done humouring them.
Bofur ignored him. “The lass here is going to sing, aren’t you?” He clapped her on her back, then said, in a stage whisper, “You can sing, can you not?”
“Yes - yeah, I can,” she stuttered, caught off guard.
“Fantastic!” cried Bofur. A few other voices joined him, Kili nearly shouting in Grace’s ear.
“But not very well,” continued Grace.
Bofur took his hat off his head and pressed it to his chest. “I promise not to hold it against you.”
At Grace’s hesitation, Gandalf spoke up. “I think it would be nice to hear a song from your world.”
Grace flinched. Your world. The night sky weighed down over her.
“Aye,” agreed Gloin. “A bit of new blood. If I have to hear the same ten songs over and over again from that fellow -” he pointed at Bofur, who grinned cheekily back at him, “I’ll go mad.”
Grace tried another tactic. “Well, I - I couldn’t possibly,” she said, gesturing towards Thorin. “That’s - that’s a tough act to follow - I don’t think I -”
“Go on,” said Thorin, and he might have smiled, or it may have been a trick of the light. “Sing us a tune, if that will get Bofur off your back.”
“It will, you know,” nodded Bofur.
27846 / 50000 words. 56% done!
* "Sing For Your Supper", The Mamas and the Papas
Novel Progress: Wrote Chapter 11. Next up, the Uncanny Valley, or so help me gods.
Current Emotion: I Have a Full Pot of Stone-Cold Tea.
“I think we should have an encore.” Bofur’s cheerful voice shattered the quiet.
Thorin glanced up, head tilting to the side in a warning gesture that he was done humouring them.
Bofur ignored him. “The lass here is going to sing, aren’t you?” He clapped her on her back, then said, in a stage whisper, “You can sing, can you not?”
“Yes - yeah, I can,” she stuttered, caught off guard.
“Fantastic!” cried Bofur. A few other voices joined him, Kili nearly shouting in Grace’s ear.
“But not very well,” continued Grace.
Bofur took his hat off his head and pressed it to his chest. “I promise not to hold it against you.”
At Grace’s hesitation, Gandalf spoke up. “I think it would be nice to hear a song from your world.”
Grace flinched. Your world. The night sky weighed down over her.
“Aye,” agreed Gloin. “A bit of new blood. If I have to hear the same ten songs over and over again from that fellow -” he pointed at Bofur, who grinned cheekily back at him, “I’ll go mad.”
Grace tried another tactic. “Well, I - I couldn’t possibly,” she said, gesturing towards Thorin. “That’s - that’s a tough act to follow - I don’t think I -”
“Go on,” said Thorin, and he might have smiled, or it may have been a trick of the light. “Sing us a tune, if that will get Bofur off your back.”
“It will, you know,” nodded Bofur.
27846 / 50000 words. 56% done!
* "Sing For Your Supper", The Mamas and the Papas