A Sacrifice To Save You

Book of Durin

Thorin was walking deep in thought through the endless corridors and staircases toward the throne room early in the morning. Myra had left last night and Thorin felt bang of guilt squeezing his heart the way they had parted. Sighing heavily, he stepped around the corner almost bumping into Dwalin and Balin.

"Oh apologies your majesty," Balin smiled bowing his head lightly while Dwalin stepped aside nodding his head to Thorin.

"No need, Balin, I wasn't paying attention," Thorin murmured gazing softly to his oldest adviser and friend.

"Myra?" Dwalin asked quietly earning a nod from Thorin.

"I just can't shake the guilt how we parted last night, I fear I might have driven her away from me again," Thorin spoke lowering his gaze while walking through the doorway in the throne room Balin and Dwalin close behind.

"Stop that!" Balin huffed nearly smacking Thorin on his shoulder. Thorin glanced over his shoulder seeing Balin's stern grandfatherly expression making Thorin smile sheepishly turning his gaze back forward.

"I can't help thinking about how much she will tolerate from me before she announces she had had enough," Thorin muttered more to himself than to his friends but earned rolling eyes from both of them.

"She is a dragon, they can tolerate a lot and let's face it, her temper isn't any better than yours when getting angry. You two have the manners of an orc and mouths of a goblin when it comes to fighting," Dwalin gruffly said making Thorin spin around so rapidly his hair was whipped from side to side as his blazing glare found its target.

"What?" Dwalin raised his brow when he looked at Thorin who looked like he was about to chop off his head.

"You need to mind your manners when addressing your king," Thorin growled his finger pointing at the warrior's face but Dwalin merely chuckled.

"I'm not addressing my king, I'm addressing my friend...." Dwalin's voice went low as he gazed knowingly at Thorin whose expression wavered mildly before he burst into laughter with both Fundin brothers.

Ori was busy in the royal library organizing the ancient texts into some sort of order. It was a very huge task for a one-person but he was adamant he wanted to do it himself so Balin, Dori, and Nori let him do his thing. Stocking scrolls, parchments, and books into piles so he could figure out how to start sorting them when his eye caught an interesting book. It was old, very old, thick and large leather-covered dark-colored with golden runes on it. Under the runes was an embroidered blue dragon with seven stars around it.

Gasping Ori picked up the book and went sit by the fireplace opening it carefully. A layer of dust peeled off of the cover when Ori turned it with a rustling sound. Reading who had written it, Ori's eyes went wide with the realization – Durin The Deathless. Starting to read the first lines from the pages Ori bit his lower lip in excitement.

"It was as big as a mountain, scales shining against the moonlight bright like the purest sapphires. It has ancient wisdom glistening in its eyes. Guarding our home, our kin against the vile creatures that want to conquer our home in Moria. Seven stars embedded in its lightning blue eyes is clearly a sign it has come to us as a friend."

Frowning he stopped for a moment. Was Durin I talking about Myra? Ori glanced around before continued his reading.

"Wizard called Gandalf came to us telling about our guardian that had taken its resting place near the Kheled-zâram. It's was a dragon, ancient, and wise, direct descendent unknown celestial dragon and Glaurung, whose only daughter, our guardian's mother called Mirynzini – Heavenly Spirit of the Wind paired with legendary Ancalagon The Black."