A Sacrifice To Save You

White Council

Myra flew high above the clouds enjoying the wind beneath her wings, cool air surrounding her entire body making her purr as she closed her eyes. Turning upside down for a second before turning back Myra was as graceful up in the air as horses on land or fishes in the water. Air was her element. Gliding through the clouds she started to descend glancing the city below her. Rivendell. Myra was wondering why the guardians wanted to see her here, of all places but didn't have time to think about it too much as a first arrow swooshed past her head.

Glancing at the arrow that flew in the distance missing her, Myra then turned her head and narrowed her eyes searching for the arrogant elf who dared to shoot an arrow toward her. Letting out a roar Myra pulled her wings against her sides and dove down causing every guard on the wall to yell in fright and turning on their heels to scatter when Elrond appeared around the large pillar and stepped forward coming to stand in front of the wall calmly gazing at the approaching dragon his hands crossed behind his back.

Myra halted her dive staying a few feet above Elrond letting her wings slowly move the air to keep herself airborne, as she gazed back at the dark-haired elven lord.

"I'm glad you were able to come, Zarmyray," Elrond greeted her nodding his head smiling gently.

A sly smile formed in Myra's face as she carefully came down placing her feet on the wall making sure not all of her weight was on it and then concentrated on changing her form. A pale blue glow surrounded Myra and Elrond for a moment before in front of him stood a small, bright blue-haired woman in elegant white lace applique straight evening dress with gray chiffon long cloak.

"Of course, Lord Elrond, we made a deal all those years ago, I'm still bound to it," Myra smirked walking down the hallway with Elrond her heels clopping against the stone floor.

"Did Thorin had a saying in this?" the elven lord asked little amused as he remembered how hotheaded the dwarven king could be if something didn't go as he had hoped.

Myra clenched her jaw holding her chin a little higher biting down her tongue and suppressing the rising growl in her throat.

"No, not really," was all she said taking the hem of her gown lifting it up as they started to climb the stairs up toward the council.

Elrond could sense the change in her mood making him glance down at the woman beside him curiously.

"I hope this doesn't affect in your relationship with Thorin, he clearly loves you more than life itself," he spoke gently earning amused glance from Myra.

"I suppose so...." Myra murmured frowning lightly. In all her years as a dragon, she had learned love could be beautiful or monstrous. But, she hadn't yet figured out which this would be with Thorin. The dwarf was a passionate and gentle lover but also fierce and protective, little dominant even which thrilled Myra when being in bed with him as the dragon in her wanted to challenge Thorin's authority earning quite the wrestle between the furs.

A dragon wasn't the kind of creature who submitted to another race, they were wild, untamed like a wildfire, never to be shackled in someone's will. For a long time, Myra didn't even believe in love, and for a moment Thorin seemed to prove her that when he fell into the dragon sickness casting her away, breaking her heart turning Myra into the monster everyone ultimately knew dragons really were.

But now that she thought about it, it was love that saved them both, strengthening the bond between two very different beings but still, it was a struggle. Merely to convince others that dragons can be loving, gentle creatures was such a pain in the neck Myra often wanted to burn half of Thorin's council to ashes and be done with it. But that would only prove their point so, she was forced to tolerate it for his sake. Thorin fought against his council, his cousin to make sure they would approve her as their ruler, as their equal, as his wife and queen.

A sigh escaped from her as Myra suddenly realized what Thorin had sacrificed when he recognized her as his one and started courting her spite what everyone else thought about it. In their relationship, they both had to sacrifice something to save the other.

"Zarmyray...glad you could join us,"

Saruman's deep voice disrupted Myra's thoughts when they entered the council room and she lifted her gaze seeing Gandalf, Saruman, Galadriel, and Celeborn sitting at the table eyes fixed upon the doorway.

"Council," Myra gave them a light respectful bow before Galadriel waved her hand smiling at her giving her permission to enter and sit among them.

Approaching the table Myra noted that Saruman's expression was somewhat annoyed for some reason but she didn't pay much attention to it. In her opinion, he always looked annoyed.

Sitting next to Gandalf Myra looked around waiting for Elrond to sit too before opening her mouth.

"Do we know why the nazgûls have awakened? I thought no one was powerful enough to break the seal in those tombs," Myra asked glancing at everyone who was now deadly serious.

"We are not sure yet," Gandalf hummed resting his arm on the table.

Myra narrowed her eyes when she remembered her counter with the goblin, who claimed his master Swas back in Middle-Earth and now the nazgûls were woken and searching for something, it meant the little foul creature had spoken the truth.

"I might.....I came across an orc army not so long ago and one of them said something I didn't pay much attention then because it was a just ludicrous claim but now......" Myra spoke her tone of voice grave, eyes turned almost black as she thought about the enemy who had somehow found its way back.

"What did they claim?" Celeborn asked merely tilting his head slightly as he gazed at her worried when he saw the change in her demeanor.

"Sauron is back....and let's face it, he is the only one who can summon the Nine, as they only answer to him," Myra muttered locking eyes with the elf whose eyes went wide. Galadriel turned to look at Myra closely reading her mind as the dragon let her. There was heavy silence hanging in the air when Galadriel finally withdrew from Myra's mind.

"Yes, it seems it is true,"

Saruman and Elrond were quiet as the seriousness of the situation sunk in, they had merely called Myra to fight off the fellbeasts but now, the entire world's fate hangs in the balance.

"Is the Ring still lost?" Myra broke the silence looking at them and as they nodded she pursed her lips.

"Then we have to find it first, and destroy it before Sauron can get his hands on it,"

"You make it sound so easy," Saruman huffed.

Myra narrowed her eyes setting her gaze on the white wizard.

"Protecting this world is never easy, I didn't say it was, but that is our only chance to win the battle before it can even begin," Myra pointed out and no one dared to argue as she was ultimately right.

"Does the lure say anything where the ring might be?" Myra asked turning to Celeborn and Galadriel.

"It was found by Gollum, chances are he still has it" Galadriel smiled making Myra nod.

"I'll start there,"

"We try to find out more about the enemy and its plans," Elrond spoke standing up as did Gandalf.

As everyone agreed on what they should do, the council ended and they made their separate ways. Myra walked slowly through the corridors wondering if she should fly back to Erebor and tell Thorin what was going on and why she needed to leave a longer period of time.

But she also knew that the conversation wasn't going to be easy, far from it, but if Sauron was back, Thorin was titled to know about it so he could defend and protect his kingdom while Myra tried to protect the entire world. Fate wasn't on their side, as another battle was ripping them apart, possibly for good this time.