A Sacrifice To Save You

Scrolls of Valar

It was another grey and rainy early morning when Myra woke up stretching herself feeling relax a small content hum escaping from her. A strong arm wrapped lazily around her middle pulling her firmly close to the warm sturdy body that was lying behind her.

"Morning givashel," a deep, husky voice purred against her ear earning shivers to travel through her spine.

"Morning," Myra smiled when she felt Thorin nuzzle closer to her half asleep.

"Someone was rather a frisky mood last night," Myra chuckled earning a chuckle from Thorin who pecked her neck playfully tightening the hold of her waist.

"That is the result when you constantly leave me," Thorin muttered more awake now as he shifted to hover over her gazing at Myra's lightly smirking face.

"Oh don't give me that, I don't leave so often," Myra huffed acting if that offended her but Thorin could see she was only teasing him.

"But if that is the result, maybe I have to leave more often," she then wiggled her brows causing Thorin to growl and dove down assaulting her neck. Myra squealed in surprise when she felt his teeth grazing her skin before starting to suckle the crook of her neck with a purpose.

Pinning her down with his body weight Thorin was making the beeline toward down south when there was a loud knock on the door. Halting his actions Thorin sighed heavily and flopped on top of her earning an oof from Myra.

"Maybe you should go look who it is?" Myra wheezed under him as the weight was pressing her lungs. Lifting his head Thorin gazed at Myra who was giving him a very suffering expression. Chuckling Thorin pecked her lips and lifted himself up making Myra gasp for air.

"If you insist,"

"Very much..."

Laughing Thorin picked his rope covering himself while walking toward the door a smile on his face.

Opening the door Thorin came face to face with Balin who was giving him apologizing smile followed by a small bow.

"I hope I didn't wake you," Balin murmured as he gazed at Thorin who surprisingly was in a good mood.

"No, we were already awake," Thorin chuckled, giving Balin permission to enter the royal chamber. Lifting his brow Balin was just about to ask who was Thorin referring to when Myra stepped out from the bedchamber while tying her blue morning gown around her.

"Ah, morning Balin," Myra greeted the dwarf with a singsong voice smiling brightly making Balin's smile grow wider too.

"Morning, Myra. I wasn't expecting you here yet," Balin bowed respectfully but Myra waved it off.

"Heard Gandalf had come here after the meeting ended in Rivendell, but I also have something to tell Thorin and it involves every dwarf in Erebor," Myra's voice dropped from cheerful to solemn in a heartbeat, her gaze darkening, earning worried glances from both dwarves as they look at each other.

"But, that can wait a little longer, why are you here?" Myra then grinned as if the shadow in her mind lifted and Balin opened his mouth looking a little taken back of Myra's sudden change of mood.

"Ummm, I came to fetch Thorin. Gandalf has translated the latest scrolls regarding something important," Balin wasn't sure if he should reveal that they have found texts of Myra's past in their library.

"You can enjoy your breakfast here, Myra, I need to see what Gandalf has found, I'll be back as fast as I can" Thorin smiled trying to convince Myra it wasn't something that required her presence while wrapping his arm around her waist giving her nose a quick kiss.