A Sacrifice To Save You

Should have known

Holding for his dear life on one of Myra's spikes Bilbo hunched down near her back to prevent the whistling wind to toss him off of her back.

"How did you know I found the ring?!" Bilbo shouted not daring to look down.

Myra glanced over her shoulder, a smile easing on her snout as the electric blue eye fixed upon Bilbo's terrified facial expression.

"Take a guess,"

Bilbo didn't have a clue at first but something Myra's smirk told him the answer.

"Gandalf..," Bilbo sighed turning to look aside.

"You should know this by now, nothing goes unseen by him, when he focuses hard enough," Myra chuckled earning the hobbit to roll his eyes.

"You're right, I should have known that,"

"There are a lot of magical rings in the world, the odds you found the One Ring was one in a million chance but guess we are lucky it was you who found the ring," Myra comforted the halfling.

"How so?"

"Because if the enemy would have found it first, we would be in serious trouble,"

Bilbo hummed at that, Myra was right. If Sauron's minions had found it, the world would have been swallowed in eternal darkness.

Landscapes below changed rapidly as Myra flew as fast as she could toward Erebor ignoring someone shouting warnings with a small voice when they saw a glimpse fo magnificent beast flying over a human village.

They flew across the snowy mountains making Bilbo take a good look at them and he remembered how he and Thorin along with his company walked for days through the heavy snow. The glistening snow against the dark sky was quite a sight to see and Bilbo couldn't believe he had walked across those mountains that looked majestic and yet dangerous.

Soon the mountains were left behind as Myra turned lightly heading toward a valley Bilbo recognized all too well.

"We're not going through there, are we?"

"Relax Bilbo, I keep us high enough so the Storm Giants aren't disturbed,"

A tiny squeak left him as Myra flew past the valley but even when they were high, one of the Giant seemed to wake up standing to glare at the two of them.

"Myra!" Bilbo cried when he saw the giant taking a boulder off the side of the mountain aiming at the dragon.

Myra merely growled diving down as the boulder flew past them while the giant howled waking the others.

"Giants...not the smartest punch," Myra snarled flashing her teeth dodging with a sudden twirl when the giant tried to grab her by the neck.

"Myra! We don't have time for this!" Bilbo shouted gripping tighter at the spike that was the only lifeline for the halfling with Myra's twirling, rapid turns and dashing between the giants.

With a huff Myra had to agree, she didn't have time to play with these rock heads, so she hit her wings violently taking more altitude avoiding being caught leaving howling Storm Giants below.

Hovering far above the ground Myra look at Bilbo who was as white as a sheet trembling on her back.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes," Bilbo squeaked but then cleared his throat answering with a more low tone of voice much to her amusement.

"Yes, I'm alright,"