A/N: This is the sequel to Silence, which was far more popular than I thought it would be, so thank you all for that! This sequel was requested by @pixikinz (it’s not tagging you I’m sorry!) and a few other people that I’m having trouble finding and tagging… I’ll tag @princess-of-erebor1992 for helping me get up the courage to write it. I hope you enjoy this!
Summary: You adjust to life with Thorin’s Company, and find yourself drawn to its charismatic leader.
Word Count: 1,551
Warnings: Shirtless Thorin (shield our eyes from the beauty!!), mention of wounds
Once Thorin learned your name, he used it as often as possible. It made you feel more at home to hear your name so frequently, even if it was in a voice that did not at all sound like home. Thorin’s voice was deep and resonant, regal with a hint of wildness that you wondered if he might ever tame.
You hoped he wouldn’t.
His company had gotten better about
not begging you to sing at every moment. They only asked for music every few
hours, which was easier on you. Kili and Ori asked most often, the former with
fluttering eyelashes that betrayed his flirtatious youthfulness, the latter
with a shy bashfulness that you found hard to refuse. In the end, you sang more
than you meant to, though Thorin was always mindful of his dwarves’ requests.
He would quell the requests that would tax you the most, smiling in that
close-lipped way of his as you nodded your silent thanks. Some days he would
not let you sing at all, to your bafflement.