Erebor is once again thriving, after Thorin and his company alongside with huge cobalt blue dragon claimed it back from Smaug. Myra and Thorin have gone through a lot but their relationship is getting deeper by the day. But when Myra is summoned to...
Time slowed down for the two gigantic beasts who were about to clash together in the middle of the battlefield. Sounds of metal hitting each other, cries of pain or shouts of orders faded away, the only thing Myra was hearing was the whistle of the wind in her ears as she was fast approaching Shelob below standing on her two feet while her four remaining feet were raised up into the air.
Narrowing her eyes Myra opened her jaws feeling the hot fire making its way from her belly up to her throat roaring like a thunderous hurricane wiping everything in its path. The smell of sulfur filled her nostrils and the pressure in the back of her throat got tense.
But suddenly from out of her corner, Myra saw Haldir, Elrond, and Legolas fighting a group of Uruk-hai just 10 feet away from Shelob forcing Myra to smother the fire and change tactic. A deeply frustrated growl emerged from her chest as Myra broke her dive spreading her wings wide open and the wind puffed them up like huge sails. Swinging her legs in front of her, Myra aimed her hooked like sharp claws right on Shelob's stomach that was exposed and crashed into the spider with such immense force they both fell several hundred feet back scraping the ground a thick dust cloud covering them.
With a high pitched screech, Shelob was dragged onto the rocky ground scratching her back causing it to bleed while Myra's claws dug deeper in her belly as she was using her weight in her advantage to keep the spider down.
Snapping her jaws angrily, Shelob then tried wrapping all her eight legs around Myra's body but the size difference was still so big it looked rather comical for the side standers. Not able to trap Myra into her deadly embrace, Shelob grew angrier and twisted her lower body managing poke Myra's tail with her sting. Although Myra's scales were as hard as diamonds, Shelob managed to stick the venomous sting between two scales embedding it into the soft flesh beneath.
Myra's surprised and slightly pained roar startled everyone, including Thorin who was fast approaching them, orcrist in hand.
"MYRA!" Thorin screamed speeding his steps ignoring warning shouts coming from behind as Fili and Kili tried to catch up to their uncle.
"Thorin, no! Wait for us!" Dwalin's breathless shout echoed as he was running with his brother cursing Thorin's stubbornness in his mind.
"Curse him to be so blind when it comes to that bloody dragon," Dwalin muttered.
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"It's called love brother dear," Balin huffed glancing around him to make sure no orc was going to attack them from the side or behind.
Dwalin merely rolled his eyes gripping his ax getting ready to start swinging it wildly.
"If love looks like that, I'm more than glad I haven't experienced it and hopefully never will," he mumbled causing Balin to chuckle
