A Sacrifice To Save You

Being king isn't easy

Myra stepped out the front gates her chin held high her electric blue eyes shining brightly as she summoned her to start the transformation into a true form, grand cobalt blue dragon. Closing her eyes, Myra let her blood start to boil in her veins, muscles stretching, while her joint popped out-of-place earning a low growl from her as the bones and muscles in her body searched for their new place, coiling around her forcing her body to shape into a new form. A pale blue light covered her surroundings as Myra grew bigger and bigger, her arms expanding shifting their form, turning into huge, sail-like leather wings, tail bone growing, coming longer, more muscular and skin turning into diamond-hard cobalt blue scales. Myra's blue hair altered into a ridge of spikes in her back. Her body grew in enormous proportions until she was a stunning 800ft in length and her wingspan alone 830ft. Her skull broke apart extending her face forming a snout with a mouthful of long, knife-like serrated teeth that could slice her prey's flesh right off of its bones.

A deep, thunderous growl made its way up to her throat as Myra extended her neck shaking herself after her transformation was complete before lifting her head high in the air letting out a loud roar that shook the mountain traveling through the plains, eventually fading in the night. Tensing her legs Myra leaped into the air hitting her strong wings to get more altitude and gradually blended in the black sky disappearing into the night.

Thorin was sitting in his bedchamber, hearing the roar from his beloved, muffled by the stone walls, he clenched his jaw letting out a ragged breath. He felt like he was torn in two different directions, one was rational knowing why Myra had to leave but the other was raged, feeling of betrayal looming above him. Shaking his head, Thorin suddenly jumped off from his bed dashing out from his chambers running like a warg was on his heels.

Taking two steps of stairs in one leap Thorin hurried in the Gallery of Kings hoping to catch Myra before she would leave. He regretted the way he sent her away, he needed to let her know he still loved her although he let the anger get the better of him. Breathing heavily Thorin reached the gates just in time to see Myra leaping into the air and vanishing into the night.

"MYRA!!!!" Thorin shouted as strongly as he could muster his voice echoing through the Gallery but she was too far to hear him. Halting just outside Erebor Thorin tried to catch his breath while closing his eyes cursing internally. Heaving a deep sigh Thorin opened his eyes gazing into the darkness, but she was gone. Rubbing his face Thorin turned back knowing he would face a very angry dragon when she would come back.

Living with a female dragon had its challenges for sure and the tantrums she would have, were the kind Thorin wasn't so keen to take on but this was his fault. Walking back to his chambers Thorin knew he wouldn't get any sleep and although it was still dark, the sun would in a few hours rise and the mountain starting to wake up. He might as well change his clothes, find Balin and get to work.

Sitting in the meeting room full of nobles bickering and arguing wasn't what Thorin wanted to do but since he was the king he had no choice. Leaning back in his seat Thorin propped his elbow on the armrest, resting his chin on his palm absentmindedly looking ahead not really paying attention to what was going on around him.

Occasionally Thorin could hear Balin's voice trying to settle the fighting and find common ground on whatever matter was making this farce getting worse. Even Dwalin's voice boomed across the room one time when things were getting out of hand but Thorin couldn't care less.

All he could think about was the situation that happened with Myra hours ago, as he repeated it over and over again in his mind. Every time he remembered how he reacted when she told she was the only one strong enough to take on nazgûls and kill them. Thorin winced at the memory of his reaction. Thorin had never seen a fell beast but knew how big and fearsome opposite they were. Mere humans couldn't possibly fight them. More he thought about it, more ashamed he became of his own behavior. How he could be so stupid? Thorin had wanted to shield Myra away from the world, keep her to himself and ignore the distress of the rest of the world. The sea of emotion swelled, drowning him in the chaos of his thoughts.

The guilt wore him down making him hide his face to his hand while taking a calm breath when sudden crash snapped Thorin back to reality. He jerked his head up just in time to see four nobles getting into a physical fight that caused the chairs to fall down behind them and the shouting increasing so loud even Dwalin's and Balin's voices were drowned. Thorin watched the scene unraveling in front of him for a moment letting his own temper rise and then he stood up using his most deep, the commanding tone of voice as he bellowed his command into the air his blue eyes gleaming.

"ITKIT!!!!!"

Everything fell in utter silence as the nobles stared at their king with wide eyes mouth gaping. It had been a while when they had seen their king in such a state.

"Is this matter so difficult to solve you need to start fighting in front of your king?" Thorin snarled glaring at the dwarves who mumbled their apologies slowly sitting down keeping their gaze downward.

"Mahal help me for choosing you to be in this council," Thorin rolled his eyes placing his knuckles on the table leaning in.

"This is what's going to happen, you will be sitting down with Balin and come up with a solution on how to expand the mines safely without risking any more lives. I don't care how long it is going to take, you will present me reasonable plans on how to do that. Dwalin here will watch things won't escalate into another fight. Am I making myself clear?" Thorin spoke lowly, keeping his eyes fixed on the faces of the nobles waiting for a response.

Everyone nodded wetting their lips not daring to challenge the king any further, as they could see Thorin wasn't in a good mood.

"Excellent, now if you'll excuse me I have another meeting in an hour," Thorin huffed straightening himself making his way toward the door when a timid knock made him frown.

Opening the door Thorin came face to face with Ori who bowed immediately when he saw Thorin standing in front of him.

"I'm sorry to disturb your meeting, your majesty but..."

"What is it, Ori?" Thorin spoke softly gazing at the dwarf.

"Dain is here,"

A groan escaped from Thorin. His cousin was the last thing he needed right now but he didn't have a choice if Dain was already in Erebor.

"Where is he?" Thorin muttered

"In the royal chambers,"

Huffing Thorin walked passed Ori not giving his council a second thought making his way toward his chambers cursing Dain's timing. For a moment Thorin wondered if Dain had a sixth sense for trouble because he seemed to appear to annoy him when Thorin had issues that needed to be dealt with quick enough.

And now that Myra wasn't here to welcome Thorin's cousin, Dain no doubt wanted to know where the dragon queen had gone to.

"I really didn't need this right now," Thorin grumbled to himself while climbing the stairs up glancing around. The mountain was bathing in the morning light as the torches were lit up by the servants, but it felt cold without his queen by his side.

"Please come back soon, love, unharmed,"

The solemn expression on his face, Thorin halted in front of the heavy oaken double doors placing his hand on the door nub. Opening the door Thorin stepped in and saw Dain sitting on the living quarter a goblet in his hand.

"Cousin!! What took you so long?" Dain greeted Thorin with a wide smile when he saw Thorin entering.

"Mahal, give me strength..." Thorin mumbled closing the door behind him.