A Sacrifice To Save You

History of Myra

Gandalf halted his horse in front of the gates of Erebor. Glancing up he saw no one was on vigil making him wonder where were all the guards when the gate started to open. Coming down from his horse, Gandalf took the reign and strolled toward the half-opened gate, and then Balin stepped out earning a wide smile from the wizard.

"Gandalf, I'm glad you were able to come so quickly, I was worried Roark wouldn't find you," Balin said brightly beckoning his friend to come inside.

"Well, the message concluded I didn't have much of a choice," Gandalf chuckled glancing down at the sheepishly smiling dwarf who motioned a couple of the servants to take the horse and tend to it.

"I apologize for that, you know how Thorin gets when he wants answers to his questions,"

"Yes, unfortunately, I do. What ails him?" Gandalf hummed as they approached the first of many staircases that led to the royal library.

"Myra, or more specifically her past," Balin gave the wizard a vague answer earning Gandalf to raise his brows and glance down.

"You're not telling me everything, how Thorin found out about Myra's past?"

"Ori found records of her in our library but most of them have written in Valarin so we can't read them, Tauriel said something only Ainur can read them," Balin explained.

Gandalf halted in the middle of his step rather shocked. He would never guess that records of Zarmyray would be found here, in Erebor. He thought they were forever lost. Her history was writtendown by the five wizards of Middle-Earth but it wasn't quite correct that only Ainur could read Valarin, maiar obviously could as they were the ones who had written it.

"What do you mean by most of them?" Gandalf finally asked regaining his thoughts and followed Balin deeper in the mountain.

"Ori found a book that was written by our ancestor, Durin the Deathless,"

"My, my," Gandalf muttered but didn't say anything more to that.

They walked up and down avoiding the busy dwarves that were puzzling around like in a beehive until they reached the royal wing where the library was located. Gandalf was impressed that Thorin had managed to rebuiltErebor back to its glory and it was once again occupied by his kin. Mountain was echoing as the dwarves chatted merrily, argued and worked in the mines, making the mountain very lively.

Balin peeked through the slightly opened door and saw Thorin and Ori going through the endless piles of scrolls and books. The deep frown was set on Thorin's tired face but he refused to go and have some rest. Too many questions were invading his mind making him unable to relax.

Knocking before entering Balin stepped inside watching as Thorin turned to look over his shoulder who was coming and relieved sigh escaped from him when he saw Balin and Gandalf walking in.

"Gandalf, glad you could make it," Thorin roughly spoke, giving the wizard a curt nod earning a hum from him.

"Of course, when the king under the mountain calls, I better haste my steps," Gandalf replied and the lightly snarky tone didn't go past Thorin who narrowed his eyes but held his tongue.

"I need to know what is said about Myra in these ancient texts," Thorin spoke pointing at the pile of scrolls making Gandalf heave a sigh but didn't say anything, only put his staff aside and sat down taking a lap full of scrolls starting to go through them. Translating the texts to the dwarves, they found themselves dwelling so far in the past of entire Arda, it was difficult to comprehend how all this was connected to Myra. but they were bound to find out.