A Sacrifice To Save You

Mordor

Lightning blue eyes narrowed, fixed upon her enemy, Myra hit her wings flying toward Ravenhill, a deep rumble vibrating through her wide chest traveling across the plains, reaching every creature's ears causing a shiver go through their spine.

Sauron watched, while the battle raged on below, from the peak of Ravenhill how the grand cobalt blue female dragon slowly approached Ravenhill. For such a huge animal, she was graceful, majestic even, up in the air like every move was carefully calculated. He returned her cold, calm glare, extending his arm in the air like a challenge.

"Come dragon, servant of fire! Join me and rule the world with me!" Sauron bellowed using the dark tongue of Mordor. Sauron didn't have a physical form, but he had manifested his spirit into a dark specter.

Myra responded with thunderous roar opening jaws wide open, surging forward wind violently howling around her, blue flames shimmering in her throat.

Sauron swung his hand, creating an energy wave when Myra was near enough, the wave hit her with full force on the head causing it to jerk onto the side. Closing her eyes Myra's ears were ringing because of the impact compelling her to halt the attack. That had come to her as a full surprise, she had thought Sauron wasn't able to attack in that form because he didn't have his ring. It seemed, Sauron had learned a trick or two, but a couple of magic tricks wouldn't save him from her fury.

With a snarl, Myra shook her head hovering a few feet above Sauron who swayed his hand again targeting her chest but at that very second, Myra snapped her eyes open, rage shining in them as she glared at Sauron. With a strong inhale, her nostrils flared as she pulled her head back. Before Sauron could react, a tremendous sea of flames whooshed through her throat, past her teeth engulfing Sauron with a deafening roar.

The blast shook entire Ravenhill, the shockwave traveling through the battlefield earning every warrior's attention for a minute. The black skyline was glowing brightly for a few seconds until the flames gradually faded leaving a ghostlike gleam surrounding the peak.

"Whoah! Myra did it! She burned Sauron alive!!" Kili shouted excitedly, many of his fellow-men joining in the cheers but Gandalf merely gazed at the direction where he saw Myra hovering high above looking down, he knew what Myra knew. Sauron didn't have a physical body, a spirit was impossible to kill merely with flames. Myra would be able to buy them enough time, while hopefully, Bilbo would reach Mount Doom in time and cast the ring into the fire.

***

Bilbo, Nori, and Bofur stared at the colossal iron wall in front of them that contained arched two doors entrance, their rams snorting nervously. Bilbo had never thought he would be someday standing before the Black Gates that stood defiantly in their place, reaching toward the black skies, Mordor looming just on the other side of it.

Wiping his face Nori cleared his throat earning Bofur and Bilbo to glance at him.

"So, does anyone have an idea how we are going to get through that?" Nori pointed the gates.

"You're the thief, going through closed doors should be an easy trick for you," Bilbo muttered earning a chuckle from Bofur.

"Aren't you suppose to be our burglar?" Bofur snickered making Bilbo glare at him.

"Haha, very funny," Bilbo huffed.

"Aye, through DOORS, this is an enormous iron gate. Even my specialty has its limits," Nori replied to Bilbo's question making the halfling merely rolls his eyes but then noticed there was, in fact, a door on the gates.

"Like that kind of door?" Bilbo asked pointing at the door, earning Bofur and Nori to follow the direction the hobbit was pointing at.

"Aye! You have keen eyes, Master Baggins!" Nori said clapping his hands together, dismounting and starting to walk toward it.