bending_sickle | I'll get you, my pretty*

Word Count: 1878

Novel Progress: Chapter 20 (expanded)

Current Emotion: It's Not Five A.M.

“Would you sing us a song?”

Grace groans, and lets herself fall to the side, her head on her pack, her eyes closed. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Persistence is a good quality of character,” he grins. “Besides, Gloin’s right.”

“Don’t bring me into it!” cries Gloin, shifting towards them.

Bofur ignores him, and continues. “I only know a few properly, and we haven’t exhausted your own supply yet.”

Grace nods to herself. “You’re exhausting it all right.”

“Come on. Just one.”

Grace opens one eye and looks at him, standing by the pot. “You’ll leave me alone after?”

Bofur dips in a little bow. “On my honour.”

“Screw your honour,” says Grace, pushing herself up again. “I will set your hat on fire if you don’t.”

Bofur threatrically plucks his hat from off his head and presses it to his chest. “Not my wee hat!” he cries.

“And your little dog too,” mutters Grace before clearing her throat.