A Sacrifice To Save You

War is coming

After exhausting training that went on for days at a time, it was finally time to take a break from it. Dain's men were so tired they hardly able to walk back to Erebor, Myra had aching muscles and two deep wounds and a few shallow cuts to heal but she was proud of the warriors who were ready to put everything they got to improve their skills. And the hard training was paying off. They forced Myra to look out and be cautious while defending herself, it wasn't mere playing anymore, dwarves meant business when they attacked readying their weapons.

Walking in the corridors with Thorin she gazed around a smile on her face.

"A coin for your thoughts," a deep rumble came next to her ear and turning her head Myra saw Thorin looking at her fondly while wrapping his arm around her waist.

"I was just thinking how far we have come, Dain's men really are more skillful than two months ago, your people are finally accepting me so, I can't complain," Myra spoke, excitement evident in her voice earning Thorin to chuckle as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"When this war is over, we can finally concentrate on our lives," Thorin smiled closing his eyes as a peaceful life came to his mind. He really wanted to lay down his sword and focus on his kingdom making it prosper like older days when Thror was on the throne.

Myra didn't reply, only offered a smile turning her eyes back to the open space in the middle of the zig-zagging corridors as thousands of torches shed light on the entire mountain.

"Your majesty!" came behind them earning both Thorin and Myra to halt looking over their shoulders simultaneously furrowing their brows.

One of the King's Guards ran toward them hastily. Stopping and bowing respectfully the guard tried to catch his breath while Thorin and Myra turned fully to face him.

"Is something the matter?" Myra asked watching the guard straightening himself taking a deep inhale beads of sweat rolling down his temple.

"The White Council is here asking for an audience," he finally uttered leaning on his spear. Running countless stairs up in full armor wasn't exactly easy.

Thorin's expression turned solemn while Myra's brows shot up in surprise.

"Why are they here?" Myra was confused.

"We find out soon enough, let's go," Thorin muttered taking hold of her hand making his way toward the throne room where they were waiting.

Entering the room Thorin saw Elrond, Galadriel, Saruman, Gandalf, and Celeborn standing near the throne waiting for the king under the mountain.

"White Council, what do we own the honor?" Thorin greeted them as he stepped in walking toward the throne Myra beside him.

Everyone turned to face him, bowing lightly to show respect and waited for Thorin to sit down while Myra stayed standing suspicious look on her face.

"Unfortunately, the news isn't good," Gandalf started causing Myra to snort while Thorin glanced at her raising one of his brows.

"When they are ever good when you are involved?" Myra smirked tilting her head earning chuckles from everyone, even Gandalf who shook his head amused.

"Ringwraiths are on the hunt, orcs are killing everything in sight with the help of Fell Beasts," Gandalf walked up to the stairs lead onto the throne. Thorin frowned while Myra was puzzled.

"On a hunt....what are they hunting, exactly? No one has located the whereabouts of the ring yet," Myra asked lowly, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

Gandalf glanced over his shoulder Elrond who nodded his head.

"What are they hunting?!" Myra bellowed her voice turning dragon-like, inhumane, deep growl emerging from her throat as her eyes flashed brightly.

"They know who found the ring, how I do not know but they are heading toward the next location it is in," Gandalf was stalling his answer avoiding her gaze.

Myra felt her anger bubbling up as she descended the throne eyes narrowed.

"Which is...?" she growled halting on the last step glaring down at the wizard who was reluctant to give her the answer much to her irritation. Her dragon fire was simmering just underneath her belly as she stared Gandalf waiting for him to say something.

"The Shire...." the answer wasn't more than a whisper but it shocked Myra. Lifting her gaze she looked at Elrond, then Galadriel and Celeborn and she saw the same expression on their faces.

"Don't tell me....." Myra was shaking, fearing the worse.

"Please don't tell me...."

"Bilbo found the ring when you were trapped in Goblin Town," Gandalf sighed leaning on his staff.

Myra closed her eyes taking a shaky breath hearing Thorin had got up and walked up to her placing his hand on her shoulder.

"What does it mean?" Thorin asked lowly, looking at everyone.

Bilbo was his dearest friend he learned to respect and love while on the road. Bilbo had proved his worth more than once, risking his life for them, so they could have a home again. Myra wetted her lips wiping her face trying to calm down, it did no good to panic now but they were losing time faster than she thought.

"You're not ready to know what it means," Myra whispered, opening her eyes, her gaze hollow for a short moment before it turned into dark determination.

"If Bilbo is in danger, we need to do something," Thorin replied feeling Myra's resolve escalating.

"Oh, we are... I'm going to bring him here, where you can protect him while I put an end to this ridiculous attempt to conquer Middle-Earth," Myra growled and before anyone could do or say anything she ran out the throne room toward the front gate.

"Prepare for the enemy marching to your gates!" Myra shouted over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

"You heard her! Get ready to defend our kingdom!!" Thorin's voice boomed throughout the mountain making everyone running and preparing for another battle.