A Sacrifice To Save You

Care for another adventure, Master Baggins?

Myra leaped into the air after changing into her dragon form heading straight toward The Shire. Of all the things Bilbo would pick up while on the road, he had to find the One Ring and get himself into serious trouble. Sighing Myra hit her wings making more speed, it wouldn't take long for her to reach Bilbo's home. What he would say when a dragon landed on his front door was another matter but she didn't have the time or interest to think about that.

The sky was dark blue, the sun had just mere minutes ago set welcoming the cool air of the night, a few stars already twinkling against the darkness. The wind was humming around her, caressing her every scale twirling around her horns making Myra purr out of joy.

The landscape changed rapidly below her as her keen eyes scanned it looking elks running when they sensed her presence. Myra's stomach growled but she didn't have the time to take a bite so huffing she turned her gaze in front of her when something else caught her eye.

What was it? Narrowing her eyes she locked on the figure riding in the same direction where she was going. A low growl emerged from her throat when Myra realized, it was one of the ringwraiths, riding toward the Shire. Turning her head Myra tried to find the rest 8 of them but they were nowhere to be found.

Snapping her eyes at the horizon, she came into a chilly conclusion. They were already there.

With a roar, Myra sped up flying pass the Nazgul hoping she would be there in time.

Bilbo was quietly humming while pouring hot water into his mug, hot honey tea was his favorite in cold nights like these. Wrapped into his dressing-gown he was ready to sit down by the fire and read a good book. Padding from the kitchen to his living room Bilbo put down the mug and a plate full of sandwiches making his way to the bookshelf looking for something to read. An old, leather-covered book he had received from Balin when he had left Erebor when everything was peaceful again, Bilbo smiled at those memories.

The dwarves had begged him to stay a little longer but the halfling missed his home terribly, his little garden, his books, and his beloved armchair. It was time to go home and as a parting gift, Balin had offered him a book telling magnificent tales of Middle-Earth. He reached for it and was about take it when a powerful gush of wind rattled his windows and nearly forced his door off of its hinges. It followed by a thunderous earthquake-like sound as if something very big had landed in his yard.

Startled Bilbo fiddling his fingers together, carefully peeked around the corner to look at what was a cause of it. A low growl echoed through the door and whatever it was had exceptionally strong and heavy breathing.

His reasonable side was screaming not to open the door but hide instead, but his curiosity was winning, as hobbits were curious folk Bilbo was wanted to know what kind of creature was standing behind his door.

Slowly sneaking closer he could hear the breathing and occasional snarl emerging earning a gulp from him but still, his hand found the handle of the door and carefully opened it taking a peek.

"Evening, Master Burglar.....fancy coming to a little journey with me?" a deep amused sounding voice rumbled making Bilbo frown and stepping out into the cool night he came face to face with a row of cobalt blue scales that blocked his entire vision.

Stuttering while blinking Bilbo lifted his gaze following the wide chest toward the long neck and tilting his head he took a couple of steps back so he could see the enormous head far above his.

Two large electric blue eyes gazed at him calmly waiting for the hobbit to realize who she was.

"Myra!" Bilbo broke into a wide grin when he finally connected the dots and recognized the dragon.

Smiling Myra lowered her head as Bilbo approached her hugging her snout earning a quiet whine from her as she closed her eyes enjoying the reuniting moment with her friend.

"What are you doing here? You scared me with your sudden entry," Bilbo scolded her but Myra merely chuckled at his antics.

"I'm sorry about that but I had no time to send a raven. We need to go, you are in danger," Myra's grave tone of voice made Bilbo furrow his brows. Danger? Him?

"What are you talking about?"

"I explain when we are in the air, right now, I need you to come with me back to Erebor," Myra lifted her head listening to the approaching sound of hooves.

"Myra, I'm not going anywhere until you explain why I need to come back to Erebor all of a sudden. What is this danger you talk about?"Bilbo crossed his arms staring at the dragon who was taking half of the road's length in order to fit in front of Bilbo's house.

"You found something in the caves of Goblin Town," Myra said flatly watching as Bilbo's face fell.

"Yes, I know what you found and because of it, The Nine, Sauron's henchmen have resurrected and are coming after you. That is why you need to come with me in Erebor where Thorin and others can protect you until this is over,"

"But...it's just a ring..." Bilbo tried refusing to believe he would have to once again leave his home.

"No, it is the one ring that belonged to Sauron, the ring of power that rules them all. You don't get to bury your head in the sand Bilbo, that is the fact," Myra growled, she had no time to sugarcoat the situation for him.

"Pack your things quickly, they are nearly here," Myra huffed nudging Bilbo with her snout. Scrambling to find his feet Bilbo hastily turned around to pack his bag and change his clothes.

Myra turned with some difficulty to watch the road ready to defend herself and Bilbo if she saw the Nazgul at the crossroad. Her long tail twitched as she felt nervous, hoping Bilbo would be fast enough, breathing fire in the Shire wasn't something Myra wanted to do.

A door closed behind her earned her to glance over her shoulder and seeing bilbo hurried toward her made Myra sigh in relief.

"And the ring?" she asked noticing Bilbo twisting his nose.

"Bilbo..." Myra snarled warning him not to play games with her right now.

"...I left it in my room..."

A groan left her as she turned sideways glaring at the halfling.

"Go get it, Gandalf and the others need to see it while deciding what to do with it," Myra's bark made Bilbo rush back to his house to fetch the ring and hurried back out just in time when Myra extended her neck and roared a warning into the air as the riders came into her view.

"Get on!" Myra lowered herself so Bilbo could climb on her back and when she felt he was at the base of her neck with no warning Myra leaped into air disappearing into the night while the riders halted their horses looking after them.