A Sacrifice To Save You

Summon the guardian

Erebor was thriving again, after four years of hard labor and because of their persistent king dwarves had finally rebuilt their home to its former glory. Everyone was excited about it, shops were created on the lower levels, living quarters on the middle levels and higher levels located the king's guard and royal wing, where Thorin, his sister Dis, and his nephews were living. And of course, their newly crowned queen, Myra, the last living dragon in Middle-Earth who fell in love with the exiled dwarf prince and became his betrothed while on the road, traveling toward Erebor to reclaim it.

Thorin was struggling to convince his people, Myra wasn't power-seeking, bloodthirsty fire breathing monster but a loving spouse with a gentle heart who would do everything in her power to keep their kingdom safe. Dain was the hardest to convince since Myra had in her darkest moments killed hundreds of his people and set Iron Hills on fire. Dain nearly managed to kill Myra setting Thorin into a rampage wanting to kill his cousin and sent his people into exile. But with the help of a wizard and Thorin's most loyal men, they came up with a punishment that taught Dain a hard and valuable lesson and finally Myra was accepted to be their queen and Thorin's wife.

After Balin had woken her up the ungodly hour with news that Guardians of Middle-Earth wanted an audience with her, Myra had quickly dressed up leaving Thorin to sleep in their shared bedchambers.

When she had reached the meeting chamber, Myra discovered everyone was there...Gandalf, Galadriel, Celeborn, Saruman the White and Elrond. At that moment she had known, the reason they all were there wasn't good. And because they wanted to see specifically her, not Thorin told Myra they needed a dragon, not a queen of Erebor on their side. As soon as the door behind her had closed, Myra's content, the peaceful world came crumbling down like a tower of cards.

Stopping in the front of the double doors of Thorin's chamber, Myra took a calming breath, breathing in and out slowly trying to slow down her fast-beating heart closing her electric blue eyes. The dragon in her rattled the cage, ready to burst out and set on fire anything and everything from the rage it was feeling. Finally, she had the life she wanted, happy and peaceful, she was respected and loved. And then as if the Gods wanted to screw her over, they send this disaster in her path once again. But the hardest part was yet to come. She needed to explain this to Thorin and it wouldn't be easy.

Almost timidly she opened the door, the joint hinge making a creaking sound earning a grimace from Myra as she tried to enter quietly into the chamber.

Closing the door Myra glanced around the living area taking note their chambers were still dark. Maybe Thorin was still asleep.

"Amrâlimê...?" a husky, deep rumble came from the bedchamber.

So much for sneaking in.

Sighing Myra glanced at the fireplace in the living chamber, a pile of wood waiting for the servants to lit it up. Chuckling Myra rolled her eyes and taking a deep inhale sneered as the blue dragonfire in her gut ignited traveling through her chest making its way up her throat and blasted between her teeth aimed toward the fireplace, consuming the timber in its hot embrace.

Crackling under the pressure, the wood soon gave in and the fire illuminated the living area slowly releasing its warmth into the air. Humming feeling pleased Myra then turned her attention toward the bedchamber as the door opened and her gaze landed on Thorin who was standing there, basking in her watchful gaze.

Thorin was wearing only his black trousers, his raven black hair was messy, his braids unraveled and the expression on his face was drowsy. Myra couldn't help but smirk as she gazed at her husband's demeanor.