A Dragon's Heart

"I'm sorry..."

Landing on the ground next to Azog's dead body Myra poked it a couple of times with her snout to make sure he wasn't breathing anymore. Then she lifted her head looking around the mayhem she had caused for the orc army a smug smile spreading on her face.

How Myra had missed that rush in her veins when she comforted the enemy and burned them alive, enjoying their high pitched screams before the shock and pain took its tole. Inhaling the smell of sulfur, smoke and burning flesh floating in the air Myra almost purred from pleasure. Swaying her tail lazily like a cat, she then turned around and jumped into the air, making her way toward Erebor.

Dwarves had found a way into the tunnels deep under the mountain, and some of the Dain's group was wary and concerned if the dragon would set the tunnels in blaze once she had dealt with the orcs.

Thorin felt agitated as he listened to the muffled screams above the ground. How had he let the situation go so badly wrong? Had the gold blinded him so wholly he had hurt the very person he loved so much? Thorin walked further away from the rest and flopped himself on to a rock hiding his face into his hands. The thick cloud of the sickness started to fade making his thoughts more clear and he felt himself again.

Memories flowed into Thorin's mind like a tidal wave, and he squeezed his eyes shut, mortified. Yes, Myra was a dragon, but she was still the very person he had fallen in love...sassy, strong, independent, and loyal. And he had insulted her, cast her out of his life, out of Erebor breaking her heart, turning her into a monster he had been afraid she was. Thorin had been too blind to see beyond her true form, all he saw was the greedy, fire breathing, the mindless beast who would betray him the first chance she would get, after all, she was a dragon, and no one should trust a dragon...only, Myra wasn't that kind of beast.

Groan left his mouth as he leaned back and stared at the ceiling. At first, Myra had been guarded, pushing him away because she was sure they would never be able to be together no matter how hard Thorin tried to convince her he loved her, all of her. And when he finally was able to reach out to her and break that protective wall around her, Thorin's life changed forever.

She was a fierce and passionate lover, not shy to show her affections toward him, and Thorin loved every minute of it. The cuddles by the fire at nights, tender kisses in the woods away from the company that turned heated moments and Thorin roughly taking her on the forest floor making her cry out his name.

Those time felt so very long ago, and Thorin suddenly felt old and tired. He had to correct his mistakes with her somehow, but how? Thorin wasn't sure if she was willing to hear him anymore. Not after what he had done.

All of a sudden a fierce roar traveled through the air, echoing in the tunnels resonating in the stone. Scared cries and sobbed filled the tunnels as dwarrowdams huddled together pressing their children against them tightly while dwarven warriors lifted their weapons ready to defend their families. Dain growled as he took his weapon and walked up to Thorin who was staring at the entry of the tunnel. A large shadow descended in front of it, blocking any light making everyone tremble in fear. A low growl was heard and then Myra's giant head appeared on their view of vision.

Her pupil gazed inside landing on Thorin and it narrowed when she looked at the dwarf who was standing there, returning the gaze.

Swallowing Thorin took a step forward but Dain grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing?" he asked confused staring at the dragon who was looking at the two of them.

"I need to make up my mistakes with her...." Thorin murmured glancing at his cousin a sad expression on his face.