A Sacrifice To Save You

Reap what you sow

Bilbo was sitting at the long table nervously fidgeting his shirt as Gandalf, Thorin, Celeborn, Elrond, and Galadriel gazed at him silently.

"My dear Bilbo, don't look so scared. Myra brought you here where you are safe from Sauron's ringwraiths," Gandalf smiled looking at his friend softly.

"So she said while we were coming here. Apparently, I found the one ring...." Bilbo breathed straightening himself looking at the wizard who nodded.

"Yes, the most unlikely creature to find it, a hobbit. Even the mirror didn't see that," Galadriel said softly walking across the room. Bilbo turned to look at the tall fair elf maiden with golden hair and kind smile returning the smile little shyly.

"So, what happens now?" Bilbo asked the dreaded question that had been twirling in his mind ever since Myra mentioned one ring and Sauron.

"You stay here, where we can protect you while Myra and other guardians tries to end Sauron's plans for good," Thorin spoke lowly keeping his piercing stare on Bilbo's blushing face.

"And the ring?" Bilbo swallowed.

"It must be destroyed, cast in the fire of Mount Doom," Elrond spoke turning around as he had been gazing out from the window.

"Do you have it?" Celeborn asked gazing at Bilbo who nodded fishing the ring out of his pocket laying it on the table.

Everyone gasped when the One Ring was placed at the table. Thorin narrowed his eyes staring at the small object. What was so frightening about this ring? It was just a ring. Thorin wasn't fully aware of its powers but it already affected his mind as he stood up his eyes growing hazy his movements slow as if he was under a spell. Gandalf shifted his worried gaze to Thorin who approached the ring.

"Thorin!" Gandalf commanding sharp voice broke through the dwarf's clouded mind and he snapped out fo his state blinking a few times.

"Better take the ring out of sight, it's affecting his mind," Elrond whispered to Bilbo who snatched the ring back to his pocket looking at Thorin who shook his head.

"Let's talk about the plan on how to defend our kingdom," Thorin muttered grumpily, feeling a little angry a mere ring affected him so strongly.

3 elves, a wizard, a dwarf, and a hobbit started forming a plan on how to defend Erebor and who was going to take the Ring to Mount Doom.

Myra was walking down the royal corridor toward lower levels, anger seeping through her mind like a hurricane. Fisting her hands she tried to control her emotions but ever since she had heard from that dwarfling how Dain poisoned everyone's mind against her, her dragon temper flared dangerously high. She was losing this battle and halting in the middle of the staircase to take a deep breath, Myra's eyes burned brightly, her chest glowing as a deep growl traveled up from her throat.

"Fuck it....what's the point...." she barked quietly giving up on trying to clam down. Since she was angry, she might as well make use of it like a dragon. Tilting her head a dark smirk formed on her face. If Dain was so adamant about her been unworthy to be trusted, she would gladly remind him just how dangerous dragons can be when antagonizing enough. That dwarf had been digging his grave long enough, it was time to make him lie on it.

With a grim new plan in her head, Myra made her way toward Dain chambers the hem of her gown quietly ruffling around her feet. She held her head low, a deadly glare on her eyes as she set her mind on making an end to this tiresome game.