A Sacrifice To Save You

Teasing a dragon, not a good idea

Everyone was sleeping like the dead after training so hard with Myra. But not Thorin. His mind kept him wide awake, as he couldn't shake the feeling he still wasn't good enough and needed some extra training. Staring at the ceiling of his bedchamber Thorin shivered lightly. The side on his right was empty as Myra had gone for hunting a few hours ago.

Sighing Thorin got up from the bed dressing before walking out toward the front gate of his kingdom. It was eerily quiet as he walked through the dark corridors which lightened up just a few torches. His steps echoed throughout the mountain making him wonder was he the only dwarf in Erebor at the moment although he knew very well everyone was sleeping, part from the royal guards who patrolled the mountain.

The front gate was firmly closed but Thorin headed right toward the door next to the gate and opening it stepped outside into the cold night. Inhaling the cold air deep in his lungs, Thorin savored the feeling as he pulled the cloak tighter around him.

The full moon cast its pale light over the land giving it almost serene feeling. A few torches flickered in Dale as the soft breeze caught them into hypnotizing dance. Moments like these gave the impression nothing bad was going to happen, everything was alright and Thorin breathed a little easier for a minute.

Walking further ahead Thorin glanced around, hearing a hooting owl somewhere in the forest. Millions of stars twinkled in the night sky earning a fond smile form on Thorin's face. But suddenly they disappeared as ominous, large figure filled the sky and Thorin stopped his gaze hardening as he stared up his body tensing ready for anything.

A soft growl traveled through the air as it came closer and then Thorin could make out the finer lines of the creature approaching him. It was Myra coming back from her hunt. Diving down she just a few feet above the ground halted, hovering in the air gazing down at Thorin who relaxed as their eyes met.

"Good hunt?" Thorin asked amused as he watched Myra licking her lips while slowly moving her sail-like leathery wings twirling the air around her making Thorin's hair dance with the rhythm.

"It was decent," Myra hummed watching him closely, little curious why Thorin was up at this late. Her eyes roamed from his face to his middle and finally taking in the orcrist he was carrying. Raising her brow Myra lifted her gaze back to Thorin's face.

"I couldn't sleep so I figured we could use the time for some extra training," Thorin chuckled little embarrassed earning a low growl from Myra Thorin now identified as laughter.

"You could use the time for walking, admire the view night offers you and enjoy it but instead you wanna exhaust yourself by trying to attack me for hours and hours?"

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be a better warrior," Thorin huffed casting a small glare at her way.

"You already are an excellent warrior," Myra replied softly as she landed making the ground beneath her vibrate and settling in front of him gazing at him deep in thought.

By now she knew how dutiful Thorin could be when he set his mind on something, he wanted the best from his subjects and demanded it from himself too. To be the best king possible for his kin, better fighter, a better lover, a better future husband, and maybe father, although Myra doubted that would never happen with her. Myra sighed heavily. She also knew there was no turning his head around on this so why fight it.

"Alright, if you insist. Follow me," she grumbled lifting herself up turning around and started walking away from the front gate.

"Where are we going?" Thorin asked little puzzled as he followed Myra, careful not to get hit by her long, powerful tail that was lightly swinging from side to side as she walked forward.