A Sacrifice To Save You

Reunited

Thorin was sleeping restlessly tossing from side to side on his king-size bed but in his dreams, he was standing on an edge of a cliff staring at a cobalt blue dragon who was slowly approaching him. She was beautiful, rays of the sun making her scales shine so brightly it hurt his eyes. Thorin smiled when she settled hovering above him, blocking the sun from his view, her huge sail-like leather wings expanding against the wind.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Thorin heard himself asking tone of voice slightly cracking from the hurt.

The dragon merely purred a small smile forming on her face and hitting her wings started to get more altitude leaving Thorin panicking as he watched the dragon flying away.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME???" he shouted after her but his question went unanswered.

Helplessly Thorin watched the love of his life leaving him and tears were burning behind his eyes.

Knock on the door invaded his mind and startled Thorin woke up breathing heavily. A light layer of sweat had formed on his body and groaning he lifted himself up to sit while wiping his face. Another knock on the door got him to growl in frustration and glaring at the door Thorin wondered for a moment if he should ignore it. But as the persistent knocking didn't stop, Thorin sighed and tossed the furs off of him setting his feet on the cold stone floor making him shiver. Grabbing the royal robes Thorin paddled his way toward the door as he covered himself and raked his hand through his damp hair.

Taking hold of the handle he nearly yanked the door off of its hinges scaring the person who was on the other side of it.

"What is it?" Thorin asked, irritated as his temper started to rise.

"I'm sorry your majesty, but there is a young woman just outside of the front gate asking for you," the servant spoke timidly keeping his gaze low and head slightly bowed. Thorin blinked as he heard this, if it was Myra, surely the servants would recognize their queen?

"What woman?" Thorin was curious but also not in a mood to go see some random dam in the middle of the night. Besides if she wanted to see the king, she would come to him, not demanding him to go to her. His heart might be aching right now but he wasn't about to betray Myra by doing something so stupid. Gossips thrived in these halls when it came to royal families and dwarrowdams especially loved to add wood in the flames when they would hear something juicy

"She didn't introduce herself, but she said the king knows her," the servant replied taking an uncertain steps back waiting for his king to lash out. Thorin's eyes narrowed as his stare was glued to servant's face, jaw clenched, he was losing his patience.

"You can tell this mystery woman if she wants to see me, she can schedule a meeting like everybody else," Thorin sneered stepping back inside and was just about to slam the door in the servant's face when the next sentence caught his attention.

"She asked me to tell your majesty, she has information regarding your queen,"

His queen?

Thorin halted and stared at the servant disbelief visible in his face. Turning away from the door Thorin hurried in his bedchamber to change his clothes. Black trousers, boots and blue tunic with the silver belt were enough and then Thorin bolted out his chambers jogging nearly the whole way down toward the front gate.

The moon was high up illuminating the landscape casting the beautiful scene in front of the person who was waiting her back turned to the gate. She was wearing a long hooded dark blue cloak that hid her figures. When she heard hurried footsteps echoing through the Gallery of Kings, she turned sideways glancing from the corner of her eye how Thorin was approaching her hastily.

Thorin eyed the woman who was covering her face with the hood making him suspicious and slowing down Thorin walked cautiously rest of the way halting a couple of feet away from her.

"Who are you? What information you claim to have regarding the queen?" he asked the minute he had stopped in front of her, his voice so deep, it indicated he wasn't in the mood for games. She didn't say anything, only turned fully to face the king and slowly reach for the hood and revealing her face she watched how Thorin's face fell in shock.

The night breeze made her cobalt blue hair dance with the wind as Myra smiled keeping her electric blue eyes fixed upon Thorin's face where she could read tons of emotions going through his mind.

"Myra..."

"I thought I surprise you rather than just march in your chambers in the dead of night," Myra chuckled watching as Thorin timidly stepped closer.

Them before she knew it, Thorin grabbed her arm yanking her in his arms tightly nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, while taking a shaky breath. Myra was surprised the way Thorin reacted but merely humming she wrapped her arms around his middle hiding her face in his hair.

"I am so sorry what I said when you were leaving," Thorin muttered against her neck tightening his hold on her as if he was making sure she wasn't going anywhere.

"Thorin..."

"No, I was out of line. I know you're the most powerful being left in Middle-Earth and only one who can fight off evil, I shouldn't have said what I said,"

"About that..." Myra's voice was small, little cautious earning Thorin to frown. She never sounded unsure.

Lifting his head Thorin gazed at Myra, studying her face and he saw there was something she was reluctant to tell.

"What is it?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face with his fingers causing Myra's eyes fluttering nearly close.

"I have something to tell you, it involves your kingdom, hell, every kingdom in Middle-Earth," Myra sighed casting her eyes onto the floor.

"Sounds ominous," Thorin chuckled but how she looked up her expression deadly serious, Thorin's expression went solemn.

"It's not good," Myra whispered.

"Alright, tell me about it in the morning. Now I just want to enjoy your company tonight," Thorin murmured placing his forehead against hers smiling fondly.

"Morning it is," Myra purred pecking lightly his lips earning a playful growl from Thorin.

Their fingers laced together, a perfect fit as Thorin turned back inside, guiding her toward their shared chambers. Myra rested her head on Thorin's shoulder while they walked up back to his royal wing while Thorin planted time to time soft kisses on top of her head.

Heartache could be such a charming and devious liar and Thorin had almost given up to it, dwelling in it embracing the darkness once again, but ultimately it was in his heart, in his mind which kept reminding him every morning that their love would be strong enough to chase any darkness away.

And whatever this new threat was, Thorin knew they would defeat it together. But what he didn't know, it would have an enormous price to pay. Myra knew, but she decided to keep that to herself, no need to tell Thorin everything, only the bits he would need in order to defend his kingdom, his people.