A Dragon's Heart

I'm the monster you made me

A line of dwarves from the Iron Hills walked toward Erebor while glancing up in the sky nervously wondering if the dragon was going to attack again. The sun was barely rose behind the horizon coloring the sky as red as blood making the youngest dwarves of the group cry because it looked so haunting like a promise the beast would surely come after them.

"Will it come for us again?" one of the little ones asked his voice trembling as he grabbed his mother's tunic shaking eyes frantically searching any sign of danger.

"No, akhûnith, we are safe and once we reach Erebor, there's nothing to be scared of," his mother whispered soothingly.

Others glanced at each other hoping she was right about that.

Dain clenched his jaw while riding his boar in the front looking over his shoulder time to time making sure no one had got separated. His expression was solemn, he didn't want to believe that the dragon and Thorin had a history what it called love. Dragons were known for their cunning personality, deception and lying to get their opponent out of balance and confused. But he would get some answers, even if it meant fighting his cousin in order to get them.

Little did he know they were indeed being watched high from above.

Thorin was walking around the Gallery of the Kings looking over the damage the two dragons had caused muttering to himself when Fili suddenly came running toward him.

"Uncle! Dain and the dwarves of Iron Hills are at the gate!"

Surprised to hear this Thorin turned around looking at his nephew and seeing his eyes bright Thorin grunted heading toward the main entry.

When Thorin reached the gate he gazed down and come face to face quite the number of dwarves of Iron Hills lead by Dain Ironfoot himself.

"Cousin! What brings you here at my doorsteps?" Thorin asked glancing over the dwarves taking in their appearance making him frown. What had happened?

"Dragon," Dain's answer was short, accurate like an arrow of a killer causing Thorin to shudder. The short moment a glimpse of guilt past over his demeanor, his eyes lowered from Dain's face as he fisted his hands but then as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone and Thorin lifted his gaze back to Dain's face.

"Dragon you say?" his voice was deep but lacked emotion earning Dain to grab his ax while thinking what was going on in his cousin's head. Instead of letting them in, he was questioning their motives for coming to Erebor.

"Yes, and it says to blame you for the beast attacking Iron Hills as there cannot be love between a dragon and another race...you know what she was talking about?" Dain nearly growled getting impatient with Thorin.

"Sounds like your mistake with Myra has come to haunt you," Bilbo muttered from behind the dwarf lord who twirled around ice-cold glare landing on the poor hobbit.

"It wasn't mistake, don't you ever say that name again in my presence," Thorin snarled pointing at the halfling who look at him disbelief on his eyes.

"They might disagree with you," Bilbo huffed pointed at the small army of dwarves outside who looked exhausted, as they had wounds on their bodies and burn marks that told the tale of what had happened.

"Are you going to let us in?! We are exhausted and hungry!" Dain's voice boomed over the wall and Thorin sighed feeling irritated, more mouths to feed because of that bloody dragon he had cast out.

Myra was hovering above the clouds hiding from the dwarves while her keen eyes pierced the clouds allowing her to watch how the two dwarves were arguing about should Thorin let them in or not. Seeing Thorin Myra was filled up with hate, although Thorin had sent her into exile, into the silence of the wilderness, getting consumed by her own fire obviously he thought she would forget but Thorin's betrayal was in her head like a thousand knives. Letting rage taking over once again, her eyes were blazing as Myra let out a mighty roar warning the dwarves below she was there and ready for round two.