I adopted a plot bunny from our awesome sweet @sdavid09 and this is what I came up with. Special thanks to @thestorybookmistress who helped me figure out the title and finetuning the cover <3 This going to be couple parts long, or turning into series xDDD Don´t know yet, let´s see what happens. Enjoy!
Adopted plot bunny: OC joins company and her and Thorin are smitten, but she always pulls away, saying he wouldn’t like her if he knew the real her. He tries to argue but never wins. When they confront Smaug, he sees the real her…a dragon.
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Myra
The sky was darkening and there was ominous atmosphere all around Erebor, the earth was shaking when thunderous far-reaching roar traveled through the air causing everyone to crouch down and hide praying for Valar to save them. Dwarves were staring on the base of the Lonely Mountain at the sight above them not sure how to feel about it. Especially Thorin was lost in words, his heart aching, his mind in turmoil at the cruel realization that his One was actually a dragon!
~ earlier inside the mountain ~
Thorin and Nori were running through narrow slits between tall, stone pillars and joined the other dwarves, Myra and Bilbo who were waiting for them. They were standing in front of several massive dwarf furnaces, each at least 10 yards high.
“The plan’s not going to work. These furnaces are stone cold,” Dwalin huffed walking up to Thorin who looked around thinking making shortly an eye contact with Myra who was biting her tongue looking serious.
“He’s right, there’s no fire hot enough to set them ablaze.” Balin motioned toward the furnaces which were all dark with no sign of fire within. Thorin turned around a faint smile forming on his face when he came up with a plan.
“Have we not?” he smirked and walked up to the entry of the forges Myra watching his every move wondering what he was up to.
“I did not look to see you so easily outwitted!” Thorin yelled to the pit gazing ahead causing Myra to raise her brow. That´s his plan? Taunt a dragon?
Soon enough Smaug´s claws emerged from the pit, his body followed it and Thorin kept taunting him keeping a steady gaze on the dragon.
“You have grown slow… and fat.. in your dotage,”
Smaug snarled angrily at that turning his massive head to look Thorin in the eye. Thorin smirked and looking at the dragon under his lashes dropped his tone of voice so low it went right through Myra´s core making her shiver spite the grave situation they were in.
Myra sucked air into her lungs as she heard Smaug snarling and watch the firedrake advancing toward them while Thorin jumped behind the pillar and yelled to his men to do the same.
“Take cover. Go! Myra, you too!”
They all rushed behind pillars just as Smaug took a breath and unleashed his flame at them. The fire went past the pillars and reached all the way to the furnaces. The dwarves and Bilbo, though not in the direct path of the fire, yelled from the pain, heat, and pressure while Myra was just standing there, waiting as the heat didn´t seem to bother her at all.
As Smaug stopped, fire suddenly came out of the bottoms of the furnaces, and they began glowing and working. Smaug growled deep in confusion and anger. The dwarves ran from the pillars as Smaug began battering at them with his head. The pillars were immensely strong, like a latticework of metal, but they began to bend under Smaug’s tremendous strength as he kept banging each hit stronger than the last.
“Bombur! Get those bellows working. Go!” Thorin shouted at Bombur who nodded his head and dashed toward the furnaces glancing behind him shortly. Leaping onto a chain next to the forge the chain slid with his weight and Bombur landed on the handle of massive bellows that blasted air into the furnace which exhumed bright blue flames.
Myra was looking at the huge forges starting to work in awe, she never had the privilege to see the great forges of dwarves and it was a magnificent sight to see. But now was not the time to admire the scenery. With a plan of her own, Myra took off glancing over her shoulder to make sure Thorin didn´t see her running away from them.
Unaware of his One´s intentions Thorin turned and saw the latticework continue to bend from Smaug’s bashing and motioning Bilbo to come to him, Thorin gave the halfling an order.
“Bilbo! Up there, on my mark, pull that lever,”
Pointing Bilbo toward a lever high up on a mound, Bilbo nodded his head and ran toward it. The dwarves ran toward the forges as the latticework was beginning to break. Thorin grabbed Balin shortly glancing Smaug.
“Balin, can you still make some flash-flame?” Thorin asked shifting his gaze to his friend.
“Aye. It’ll only take a jiffy,” Balin answered grabbing some of the other dwarves to help him.
While Balin ran off, Dwalin looked at the latticework, which was bending dangerously from Smaug’s blows.
“We don’t have a jiffy,” Dwalin muttered to himself turning to see that Myra was nowhere to be found.
“Where did that lass run off to?”
But Dwalin had no time to shout Thorin about it when under the force of Smaug´s onslaught, the latticework finally gave way and fell to the ground with an enormous sound that shook the ground. Smaug stormed into the furnace room looking around growling lowly.
Meanwhile, Myra was running into a massive hall adorned with banners hundreds of feet tall and finally stopping to her tracks in the middle of the hall, she bent down panting heavily trying to catch her breath and then straightening her back took a look around. Seeing that there was plenty of room she was just about to execute her plan when there was a noise coming from behind her. Turning around she saw Bilbo running toward her just before the wall above the doorway exploded as Smaug jumped through it. Myra almost squeaked dashing behind the pillar closest to her while Bilbo ran frantically from the flying rocks but was caught beneath the cloth of a falling banner and knocked to the floor. Myra´s and Bilbo´s gaze met for a short moment and lifting a finger to her lips silently told the hobbit to be as quiet as possible. Bilbo nodded and almost holding his breath listened as Smaug leaped to the floor shouting angrily.
“You think you could deceive me, Barrel-rider?” Smaug´s tremulous voice boomed across the fast hall.
“You have come from Laketown. There is some sort of scheme hatched between these filthy dwarves and those miserable cup-trading Lakemen. Those sniveling cowards with their longbows and black arrows!”
Smaug was now talking to himself, and his voice broke in both anger and fear when he mentioned the black arrows.
“Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit,” Smaug snarled turning around to go to Laketown making Bilbo gasp and despite Myra´s desperate hand signals not to reveal himself Bilbo ignored it scrambling out from the under the banner yelling at Smaug while Myra facepalmed herself quietly groaning.
“This isn’t their fault! Wait! You cannot go to Laketown,” Bilbo shouted as loud as he could while running after the angry dragon who stopped for a moment and slowly turned toward Bilbo when hearing the halfling´s desperation.
“You care about them, do you? Good. Then you can watch them die,” Smaug´s penetrating voice echoed through the stone walls as he turned striding off down the hall and just as Myra was about to reveal her presence another voice was heard from one end of the hall above the massive stone structure.
“Here, you witless worm!” Thorin´s deep strong voice reached Smaug´s ears.
Smaug stopped in his track, snarling and squinting in anger, then turned around to face Thorin.
“ You, ” the dragon snarled narrowing his eyes.
“I am taking back what you stole,” Thorin spoke gravely watching his nemesis approaching slowly him.
Smaug slowly stalked toward Thorin a low hissing coming from between his teeth.
“You would take nothing from me, Dwarf. I laid low your warriors of old. I instilled terror in the hearts of men. I am King under the Mountain,” Smaug spoke proudly, tauntingly as he raised his head to the same level with Thorin while Myra and Bilbo watched worriedly, waiting for the scene in front of them unravel.
“This is not your kingdom. These are dwarf lands, this is dwarf gold, and we will have our revenge.” Thorin lowered his chin while speaking gruffly keeping his gaze on Smaug´s big eyes.
As Thorin spoke, Smaug’s chest and neck started to glow with fire, and Thorin slowly reached up toward a rope above him. Just as Smaug opened his mouth, Thorin yelled something in khuzdul and yanked on the rope and a pin behind the stone fell out, releasing heavy wooden bands and chains that had been wrapped tightly around the stone.
Smaug reared his head in confusion. The other dwarves behind the stone pulled mightily on their chains, and more pins similar to the first were pulled out of the stone. The stone structure, which was now revealed to be the mold into which the liquid gold from earlier poured into, fell apart and revealed a massive statue of a dwarf king, made entirely out of solid gold.
Thorin swang away on a rope to escape the falling rocks. Smaug looked at the golden statue, which was even larger than him, in awe and desire. As he approached it, his mouth opened slightly in greed. Suddenly, the gold around the statue’s eyes warp and then exploded into liquid; the gold in the statue had not yet fully solidified, and the entire statue collapsed and exploded into burning hot liquid.
Smaug roared in anger as the statue melted, and scrabbled backward to escape the gold. However, he wasn´t able to move fast enough and the tidal wave of gold hit him and knocked him over. As he roared he was entirely smothered and drowned in the gold, which filled the entire hall in a layer several feet deep.
The gold settled, and no sign of Smaug was seen. The dwarves began to smile in joy, but suddenly, the surface of the golden lake exploded as Smaug leaped out. He was entirely covered in gold, and he screamed in anger and pain.
“Ahh! Revenge?! Revenge! I will show you REVENGE!”
As the dwarves and Bilbo looked on in shock, Smaug ran down the hallway and was about to leap off to the air when a silvery, honeyed voice echoed through the air behind the dragon making everyone to go quiet and in confused glanced around. The voice sounded familiar and yet it didn´t.
“You will show them nothing you sniveling little maggot,”
Myra walked from between two pillars tossing her cloak to the floor revealing a sleeveless black shirt that hugged her slender body, her heels of the dark brown hunting boots hitting the stone floor confidently as she approached Smaug a small smile dancing on her fair looking face.
Smaug turned his head lowering it near the floor as he eyed the small arrogant woman in front of him.
“Oh, and why is that?” he asked slowly.
Thorin was watching in horror as his beloved came to a halt gazing calmly at the beast in front of her before grinning almost wickedly a low chuckle escaping from her.
“Because I won´t let you,”
That earned deep throaty laughter from Smaug as he reared his head back laughing.
“You humans are always so arrogant and stupid,” he then snarled ready to burn her to ashes but as he saw the strange glow in her eyes he stopped.
“Who said anything me being a human?” Myra snarled her voice strange, deep and slightly husky.
In front of Smaug, Bilbo, Thorin, and other dwarves Myra´s whole body started to glow in dim blue light. Her arms and legs were growing bigger, longer and her face was molding into a skull of another being.
Thorin watched in utter disbelief as Myra´s figure grew larger and larger forming into a new form while the light intensive turning dark blue filling the entire hall. Then slowly it started to dim again revealing a new being in front of them. The deep, low sound of breathing was heard and was followed by a quiet growl that tremor through its chest.
The creature´s muscular legs tensed and it leaped into the air knocking Smaug out from the hall to outside the mountain. Thorin and the others ran after them while Bilbo was murmuring something next to Dwalin and Balin.
“She´s dragon…she´s a bloody dragon, I did not see that one coming,”
Thorin didn´t say anything only focused on getting outside of the mountain to see what was happening, he could worry about that little detail later.
Myra expanded her huge sail-like wings moving them just enough to keep herself airborne. Then she extended her long scaly neck and sucked her cavern-like nostrils full of the chilly, slightly earthy and intoxicating air into her lungs. It had been far too long the last time she was in her true form, a great cobalt blue dragon. She was an ancient massive sized dragon, every single of her scales as big and wide as elven shields although they were embedded against her body so they looked like melted sapphires. Her long muscular tail swayed slowly behind her.
Lifting her head it sounded like something was thundering inside of her. The sound climbed up to her throat and opening her huge jaws a formidable blue flamed fireball emerged between her teeth toward the darkening sky followed by a mighty thunderous roar.
Then the flames she had breathed up came raining down on her, hitting her wings, flowing like a blue liquid to her shoulders and cracking through her scaly chine. Covering her entire neck and dark blue, almost black spiral like horns that were growing out from her skull. At the same time, the flames reached her tail making her legs gleam brighter. She enjoyed immensely the sensation of the touch of her flames making her purr in the pure pleasure of it. She was their master.
Myra closed her lighting blue, almost white scaly eyes and let out another mighty roar making the ground beneath her shook, every creature to tremble in fear as she announced she was back in Middle-Earth.
Smaug was lying on the ground watching her growling lowly, the anger sweeping through his mind as he stared at the cobalt blue dragon above him digging his big claws into the rocky ground. She was three times bigger than him, from the tip of her nose to the end of her tail staggering 180ft long, suggesting to him she was at least twice as old as he, making her a formidable enemy. But the thought of her humiliating him in front of the dwarves made his nerves twitch and with a mighty roar of his own, Smaug leaped into the air.
Myra was watching Smaug approaching her, she could hear the other dragon taking a deep inhale of air, and could smell the sulfur oozing from his mouth. She knew the fireball was coming as she smote the air with her wings to get more altitude.
Below the two dragons, Thorin and the company were watching them anxiously, especially Thorin. He didn´t know what to feel as he had just learned that the woman he had fallen in love with was, in reality, a dragon, the one thing he despised more than elves. Fisting his hands while clenching his jaw Thorin was battling against the thought of walking away. Every cell in his very being was screaming to walk away as he felt betrayed by her but his heart didn´t allow him to do that. It was his love who was fighting against Smaug, she was defending their home, their heritage, their legacy and he would be damned if he would walk away from that person. But his mind was still divided in two, the worse betrayal against the love he felt, as he tried to remember the very first time when he saw her.
Thorin stared at the small human girl in front of him stunned expression on his face. She was the most beautiful being he had ever lay his eyes on. The long, wavy hair was swaying slightly against the wind, her blueish eyes gazed at him curiously while Gandalf was still talking, what, Thorin had no idea.
“So, she´s coming with us as she has skills we can use,” Gandalf spoke gazing between Thorin and the female next to him amusingly as the wizard could see Thorin was already quite smitten with her.
“She is coming with us,” Thorin claimed as he hadn´t heard Gandalf and everyone in the company snickered at that while Bilbo blinked.
“He just said that,” Bilbo muttered shaking his head.
“Can I ask your name, my lady?” Thorin´s blue eyes twinkled as his baritone smooth voice caressed her ears like the finest velvet on someone´s skin.
“Myra, my lord,” her silvery voice was doing things to Thorin´s mind and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. There was no mistake, she was his One. The way her blue eyes gazed at him Thorin could tell the mutual connection was there, all he had to do was make the bond even stronger so when he would ask her permission to court her, the answer would be obvious.
The way her name roll on his tongue was beautiful and his deep but silky voice did great justice on her name like he was worshipping every letter on it. It sent pleasant shivers to travel through her spine and she had to pull the cloak tighter on her shoulders to stop herself from trembling. That little movement didn´t go unnoticed by Thorin who was eyeing her from her toes to her face and he couldn´t help but smirk a little when that cute blush rose to her face causing her to dip her head lower in order to hide it.
But as the journey went on, Thorin could feel something was wrong with her he just didn´t know what. The way she kept her distance saying it was the best thing to do, she wasn´t the right woman for him. Thorin tried everything to find out the reason why would she say something like that when obviously she was as much smitten with him as he was with her.
“Thorin don´t…If you knew the real me, you wouldn´t like me…in fact you would hate me with every ounce of your being,” Myra whispered pulling away from his embrace as they were sitting by the river one night. Everyone else was already sleeping, Thorin had taken the first night watch as he needed to talk with her.
“Explain it to me how would I be able to hate you?” Thorin was utterly confused and little frustrated with her at this point. But she didn´t say anything, only turned her gaze from him like she was ashamed of her own deep affection toward the dwarf and that was something Thorin couldn´t fathom.
“Seriously Myra, I need to know why you think that, you can´t just say that and then leave me hanging without explaining yourself to me,” Thorin´s voice dropped as he was getting little angry at the situation he found himself in.
Myra stood up shaking his arms off of her glaring with ice-cold gaze Thorin´s face and for a second the king under the mountain was sure he wasn´t looking at human girl´s eyes at all. But as quick as it had flashed in her eyes, it was gone and she walked away warning him not to follow.
From that moment on, their relationship cooled down as Myra kept her distance disappearing completely at nights to avoid being alone with Thorin. And Thorin was avoiding her during the day, as he walked in front of the group with Dwalin and Balin while Myra strolled at the back of the group with Bilbo.
The hobbit tried to ask a couple of times why she and Thorin weren´t together anymore but got only a cold stare in return convincing him not to ask again.
It was torture for both of them, their soul and heart was yearning for each other but they were both too stubborn to do anything about it. Thorin had given up trying to talk with her, convince her that he would never hate her, he would still love her with his whole being. Myra, on the other hand, was silently regretting pushing Thorin away from her, but in her mind, she knew it was the right thing to do, the only thing to do because the moment Thorin would learn the real her, he would try to kill her without even blinking or cast her away from his life for good.
Knowing the past what had happened 60 years ago she couldn´t really blame him. Thorin never forgave, and he never forgot what Smaug had done to his people. And now among them unbeknown to them was walking their sworn enemy…another dragon who was in love with the exiled dwarf lord.
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