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Unexpected Fate
INHERITANCE CYCLE (ERAGON) AND LOTR CROSSOVER. VILANSIA AND HER DRAGON, SVELLEVARINA, HAVE SPENT MANY YEARS TRAINING YOUNG DRAGON RIDERS ALONGSIDE ERAGON AND SAPHIRA. BUT, THEIR TIME OF ADVENTURE HAS COME. THE PEOPLE OF MIDDLE EARTH HAVE CALLED FOR AID AND ALAGAESIA WILL ANSWER
Chapter 8: The Gifts of Galadriel 
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Before I was a rider, I was made of simplicity. Routines shaped my life and very rarely was I found partaking in activities outside of them. It was dull most of the time, though I had no room to complain. It was consistent and predictable, something I found to not be an entirely bad thing. My restlessness grew, however, as I did over the years. Arya Drotting could see the ache in my heart for something more outside the wooden walls of the Great Hall. I had spent some time on the Rider Island whenever the queen made a required appearance for the graduation of those becoming true dragon riders and guardians of Alagaesia. I was always drawn to Saphira as she was to me and she had always shared flashing images and sounds of ancient stories within my mind. Firnen would contribute also, and I relished the company of the two dragons. I admit, it was hard to separate me from either of them, even once I was a young Elven adult. It was no surprise to anyone, I think, that I was chosen to partake in the ceremony to become a rider. There was a twist, however, a surprise that I surely did not anticipate: I was given the incredible honor to be given one of Saphira and Firnen's eggs. As such, my ceremony was incredibly different, held in private before Arya and Eragon with their respective dragons overseeing it. The pearl white egg was placed in front of me as I sat cross-legged in the grass. It was my only chance of becoming a rider, if this egg did not hatch for me, my life would then return to one of unchanging routine.
Within minutes the egg cracked, splitting open in fragments as the hatchling inside chirped and squealed, taking in the outside air. My heart raced as the dracling turned to me, tilting its head as it observed me. With small jumps she hopped directly into my lap, shaking the egg membrane off her wings before climbing up my side to perch on my shoulder. I heard her gentle snorts in my ear as she sniffed my hair. With a deep breath, I reached my right hand up to her tiny head. She cooed once, then pushed her snout forward, connecting with my palm. Pain ripped through me like hot fire in my veins as the mark of a dragon rider was forever burned into the palm of my hand. Her mind melded with my own, her newborn curiosity flooding my thoughts.
At the sight of Saphira and Firnen, the hatchling chirped, jumping down from my shoulder to run directly to them. I felt her joy and recognition, her instincts telling her that these were her dam and sire, respectively. I stood, making my way over to stand next to Arya Drotting and Eragon, watching the hatchling climb all over her two parents, her tail twitching with happiness and security.
"I cannot believe she hatched for me," I whispered.
Arya regarded me curiously for a moment, her slanted green eyes flashing, glancing at Eragon once. "It is fate, Vilansia. You were meant to be the rider of Firnen and Saphira's hatchling,"
Saphira hummed as the sparkling white dracling balanced on her snout, with tiny wings spread to help her balance as her mother lifted her head high above the ground.
"Fate," I tested the word on my tongue. Was there truly such a thing?
Arya offered a small smile as Eragon rested a hand on my shoulder, his brown eyes soft. "The two of you are destined for great things, of that I am sure. Both of your heritage will most certainly attest to that," I smiled at the two of them, though Eragon felt my uncertainly. "Take heart, you are still young yet, there is much for you to learn and experience," he switched to the Ancient Language. "Saphira and I will be there to guide you and your dragon, there is no need to worry,"
"As will we," Arya added, speaking for herself and Firnen. "We always have, that will never change,"
The hatchling had jumped off Saphira's snout, her wings spread tightly to help her glide back down to earth. She marched over to me, cooing at my feet. I scooped the tiny dragon up in my arms, holding her tightly against my chest and her happiness washed over my mind.
Fate. What a simple and powerful word. "Well, little one, you were certainly unexpected, weren't you?" I spoke with my thoughts to the hatchling. Her emerald coloured eyes peered up at me, blinking once. Through our connection, I could feel her understanding.
"Vilansia?" a voice called to me.
I shifted, forcing my eyes to focus on the figure before me. Aragorn crouched in front of me, his brows furrowed in concern. I sat up straight against the side of my dragon.
"We have been summoned to meet with the Lord and Lady. You must be quick to gather your things and wake your dragon," he stood to his full height. "I take it they wish to see us off soon,"
"Of course, my apologies," I said to him before he walked away.
I rubbed my temple, the memory fading away to the back of my mind. I placed a hand on Svellevarina's hard scales behind me, pushing my mind against hers to ease her awake. She shifted as her dreams faded away, rustling her wings against her. Svell lifted her head, her forked tongue snaking out in front of her to taste the air.
"We are leaving?" she asked me.
I heaved the saddle into my arms, lifting it up with me as I climbed up her legs to set it in place. "It would seem so,"
I climbed back down and tightened the belt that held my rider's blade around my waist. The fellowship was led away from the glowing city and towards the sound of a rushing river. We were met with a group of Lothlorien Elves that stood with the Lord and Lady.
Lord Celeborn regarded each of us as the group of Lorien Elves clasped soft green cloaks around our shoulders. "Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks shield you from unfriendly eyes,"
Svell sniffed the cloak on my back in curiosity. Indeed, it was unlike any material that my own people possessed but that's not to say that was a particularly bad thing. It was a thick but comfortable material that reached just below my knees. It was held together by an emerald green clasp that rested at my collar bone, shaped like a curled leaf. It was certainly a handsome gift.
The Fellowship was directed to a set of three canoes that rested on the riverbank. Packs of supplies were piled in front of them. Boromir and Legolas got to work distributing everything based on who would be in what canoe. The Hobbits stood together on the riverbank until Pippin found some portions of bread, who didn't hesitate to unpack a few and begin snacking. I watched for a moment while Aragorn was motioned away from the group by Lord Celeborn. I turned my attention away, not wanting to pry on their conversation.
Svell lapped up some of the river, streams of water falling from her jaw as she scooped the liquid in her jaw and drank. The water itself was a bright blue, the riverbed made of light grey rocks. Even the outskirts of this Elven city were beautiful.
Legolas held up a tightly wrapped package of bread. "Lembas, Elvish waybread," he informed us. "One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man," he took a small bite of it before carefully wrapping it back up again and placing it with the rest in his canoe.
"How many did you eat, Pip," Merry asked in a hushed tone.
"Four," he replied simply. After a moment of silence, the Hobbit belched, earning a look of disproval from his cousin.
"It would seem the young Hobbit has the stomach of a dragon!" Svellevarina remarked fondly. This cased Pippin to grin widely with pride at what he perceived as a compliment.
The four Hobbits were beckoned away from the rest of us as Aragorn returned. He was quick to help pack up our supplies but said nothing to hint about why each of us was being called away. I decided to pay no mind. If it did not involve me there was no use muddying my mind with things that were not my business. Until Legolas instructed my dragon and me to meet with the Lord and Lady after his turn was done. I glanced at Svell briefly before making my way to the forest line of trees where the leaders of Lothlorien waited for us.
Lady Galadriel offered a smile as she extended her arm, beckoning us to follow her further. I walked beside the Lady of Light, her sparkling white gown trailing behind her in the soft grass. Lord Celeborn remained at the tree line, watching the Fellowship pack up.
"I never thought it possible for dragon riders to exist in my lifetime," she said suddenly. I peered at her through the corner of my eye. Her face was expressionless, her demeanor calm and contained as the sunlight reflected off her golden hair. "Indeed, I have experienced many of your lifetimes over. You are still so young to the world, lady Elf." Her sharp eyes met my own as she came to a stop. "Perhaps you and your dragon's presence is a sign that progress is possible. You must understand, Middle Earth's experience with dragons is not exactly a good one."
Svell snorted, drawing Galadriel's attention to her. "I mean no disrespect, o'dragon. I know your heart. You mean no harm to Middle Earth or it's people,"
"We come to protect this world's citizenry. My home has faced its own time of tyranny, no one should have to experience such hardship," I replied, my hand resting on the hilt of my blade.
She inclined her head. "Be cautious, dragon rider. Not all experiences are the same," she sighed softly. "Alas, you are here to help, this I understand and appreciate. While I cannot tell you what your fate may be here in Middle Earth, I do offer my blessing to you both."
"Elrun ono, thank you Lady Galadriel," I said with a bow.
"The journey ahead will be perilous, however. Reserve your better judgment and remember why you are here," she added.
"We will not forget our mission, Lady of Light," Svell replied.
The Elven lady regarded us for a moment before the corners of her lips lifted slightly in a tight smile. "I offer something to you now in hopes that it will be of great use," the same group of Elves that supplied the cloaks for the Fellowship stepped forward from the shadow of the trees. Whatever they carried was covered with soft cloths, hiding them from the elements and from view. "Please, take a look,"
Two Elves bowed their heads as they held out their arms to me, the two of them carrying the bundle together. Svell dropped her head so that it was just above my shoulder so she could look as well. I carefully unwrapped the cloth to reveal shining metal. As I unveiled the rest, we were able to fully see what the large object was. It was a helmet of pure white, lined with gold around the edges, shaped perfectly to fit Svellevarina for battle.
I couldn't hold back a gasp as my fingers traced the edges of the jawline. "This is a beautiful piece of work, I cannot possibly express my gratitude in the common tongue,"
Galadriel smiled. "There is no need, young one. All I ask is that you accept it with grace and trust it to protect your soul partner,"
"I will wear this armour with great pride. Elrun ono, Lady of Light, I couldn't ask for more beautiful armour," Svellevarina said to her.
"The smiths here had hoped to match your own beauty, o'dragon. Admittedly, there is nothing on this earth that could match your majesty, but I do know that this armour will protect you in any situation you may face," she paused. "The material is unique to the Elves of Middle Earth and is incredibly rare in the current era. Though, you have seen it before." She came to stand beside me as I gazed upon the white helmet in awe. "It is Elvish mithril, a sacred metal, one that can withstand the most intense of blows, comparable to dragon scales themselves,"
"Elrun ono, Lady Galadriel. We are incredibly honored by this gift," Svell replied.
"We appreciate your generosity, alfa-kona," I added.
"Come, the Fellowship mustn't waste more time here. The road ahead of you is long," her blue eyes shone as I felt her presence push against my mind. I released my barriers in a show of trust. She spoke within my mind then to both Svell and I: "The task before you both is certainly daunting but know that you were sent here for a reason. Fate is a delicate thing and every choice you make influences it for good or ill. Take heart, you may be young but you are wise and strong. On behalf of my people, I thank you for taking up this mantle,"
I let Svell reply for the both of us, as she let our emotions of gratitude and awe wash over Galadriel's mind. Her expression showed us that she understood the significance of our appreciation. The allowed the group of Elves to pack away the mithril armour in the saddlebags on Svell's back before we joined the Fellowship on the riverbank.
Soon after, we were off, Legolas, Gimli, and I in one canoe, with Boromir, Merry, and Pippin in the second. Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam took the lead up the river while Svell swam in the cool water next to them. We sped past the borders of Lothlorien as the Lord and Lady watched us go, their hands held up in farewell. I noticed the forest grow increasingly dense, the air thick and dark within the trees once we left Lothlorien, something that caused some apprehension within me.
"I have taken my worst wound at this parting," Gimli said, breaking the silence, "having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Ah, henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me,"
I felt Legolas shift behind me. "What was her gift?"
"I asked for one hair on her golden head. She gave me three,"
I glanced at the Elf behind me to see a smile on his face at Gimli's response. Such a gift in Alagaesia would be incredibly unlikely, due to the ability for one to manipulate the gift through magic to the detriment of the giver. I made the assumption, then, that this explained the significance of the Lady's gift to the Dwarf. Her generosity seemed to know no bounds and demonstrated her hope in us all. I continued to row, moving us along the river with the flow of the current, her voice echoing in my mind. Part of me hoped that this would not be the only chance of meeting her.
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Translations from the Ancient Language:
Dröttning - Queen
Elrun ono - Thank you
älfakona - Elf woman
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Arya Is Not Impressed
Redraw!  I was a bit too lazy to color her entirely, but I will, someday...
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What do I think of Aryagon?
I’m in a big Eragon mood (you didn’t notice?), and I felt the need to say something about Eragon and Arya...
First of all, I apologize for my bad english :)
Everyone who has read the books knows who Arya is. Yes, Arya, Eragon’s unrequited love. 
Yeah, I admit I’m an Aryagon shipper, but this is not necessarily Aryagon.
Probably, Eragon’s departure in Inheritance was one of the most heart wrenching event in the book. Specially for the Aryagon shippers.
But can we go back just a little?
Ok. Eragon falls in love with Arya, but she doesn’t reciprocate.
And this is how things went for a long time.
But then, something change.
We can see something change. Maybe Arya is changing her mind? The kiss on the forehead, the “I see you” scene and a bunch of little details that you can or cannot take as a romantic interest. And obviously, that scene, when Firnen is introduced, and things happen. They still have some time together, but Eragon will go away. No, it doesn’t end romantically.
Why? Why didn’t Aryagon happen? 
Paolini explained:
“I realized that the characters weren’t the people I thought they were back when I was fifteen, and that if I forced Eragon and Arya together (and it would be forcing them) I would end up breaking Arya’s character. (...) Essentially, I was writing Arya the way that Eragon *wanted* her to be, not the way that she actually was. (...) I realized that it made no sense for Arya to suddenly turn on a dime at the end and leap into Eragon’s arms. If she did, it would seem as if she was only doing it for the sake of the dragons, not for Eragon, and Eragon himself would have noticed this.” (from this)
So? What was going on in Arya’s mind, when we saw all these apparently not really romantic moments?
We simply don’t know. Surely Arya had a growth. If we analyze every part of the book we will notice that Arya had some really hard moments, that must have changed something. If something includes her feelings for Eragon, we don’t know maybe we could if we had a book from Arya’s perspective (i’m kidding, but i would like it) 
The ending that we had in Inheritance was the right one for the characters. As Paolini said, Arya suddenly reciprocating Eragon’s feelings was faking her character. Now, they have time to mature. And I’m happy, because Paolini left us with some interesting informations about them (as you can read here and here). But also, I feel like he left us with that little hope that Aryagon can still happen. And I would like for it to happen, just because I have that little hope. If we had a explicit platonic developing of their relationship I would take them as very close friends, which is really fine from my perspective. But we don’t really know what’s in Arya’s head, right?
My hope is that we will have an explanation.
I don’t want their relationship to just change, without an explanation. I need an explanation for both. For the platonic and for the romantic. I don’t think I will accept a platonic relationship between them without knowing why there is a potential romantic tension, but I won’t accept a romantic relationship between them without a growth for both of them, and obviously a way that will not fake Arya’s character.
Yeah this is really messy, and in my head it was much better.
This is just my point of view, everyone can express their opinion.
What do you think about it?
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New Riders: Chapter 4
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okay this one might be a bit long. and they never mention what the honorific phrase for a female of great promise, just male which is finiarel, so I just made one up. its marked with a *star. and i know i didnt get all of the accented and dotted letters and such. sorry. Enjoy!
It seemed as if the world had come to an abrupt halt. The trees stopped, the river dropped out of sight and the sun was blinding them.  When Serance’s eyes had adjusted, what she saw took her breath away. The world did indeed end. 
And started anew. 
The wide river they had been following had dropped into a huge waterfall that spanned a large portion of the gigantic cliff. The pale trees had ended at the cliff line. And below, a sea of emerald trees, deciduous and coniferous. The waterfall poured into a vast, turquoise lake at the bottom of the cliff. The flatness turned into rolling, forest covered hills, and then into stark stone mountains that speared the sky, leagues and leagues away. And, sprawled around the lake and into the forest, were large stone buildings. Wide paths snaked through the structures, wide enough for large dragons to walk side by side. Most of the buildings were big enough for multiple dragons as well. In the centre, a big statue demanded attention, with a couple of smaller statues surrounding it. It was a large dragon with a man astride, and the other statues were of an elven woman, a human woman, and two human men. And as they circled closer, she realized that there were two even smaller statues as well. A young girl and a small woman with a strange weapon. Serance wondered who they represented. 
It's… it's so beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking, Serance thought. Nasingr rumbled her agreement.  
It took some time to land, due to the sheer size of the cliff. Once on the ground, though, Serance turned to fully appreciate it's immenseness. It stretched for leagues in either direction, and she couldn't see the end. And height wise… it was at least three kilometers high. It was a sheer, straight rock face, the cracks and chunks of rock giving it an intricate appearance. Serance wanted to draw it. Nasingr hummed in awe, inhaling deeply to smell the delicious scents on the air. They were standing on the lakeshore, near the statues. A cool breeze ruffled Serance’s golden hair, and she closed her green eyes to better concentrate on the different aromas. Lately she had been able to better distinguish different scents. She peeked open her eyes and glanced at her companions. Adalan was staring in open-mouthed wonder at everything around him. Likean’s face was unreadable in the way that most elves’ were, and Queen Arya’s face was the same, though Serance thought she could see an unrecognisable emotion in her deep, fathomless green eyes. Firnen was just as still beside her. Kalkin was swinging her head from side to side, trying to take it all in at once just like her Rider. 
 She sensed them before she saw them.
  A great, alien consciousness touched her mind, and she instinctively shied away, throwing up mental shields. It brushed them aside like leaves and she froze. Nasingr quickly melded their minds and a growl reverberated through their minds as she used her own strength to shield her Rider’s mind. A hint of amusement flitted through from it, and it withdrew. 
   Serance suddenly snapped back to the outside world and whirled around, Nasingr swinging her head around to look behind them as well. There stood a man. Arya smiled, Adalan look confused, and, still, Likean’s face was unreadable. She studied him as she did most people she met. His brown hair curled around his temples and his bangs were ragged and hung almost to his brow. But it was singed, as if it had been lit on fire. His eyes were brown and slightly slanted, more than a human’s but less than an elf’s. His features were angled like an elf’s, but slightly more rugged. His exposed ears were tapered to a small point. He wore a deep blue tunic that reached mid-thigh, dark brown leggings, and leather boots. A flash of blue drew her eyes to his hands, on which there was a sapphire ring, and strange patterning. On a thick belt hung a beautiful blue scabbard with a sword sheathed inside. He was very handsome, and looked young. 
   Movement flicked above her, and she glanced up to see a blue dragon. She blinked. But before anybody could do anything, the man said, “I suggest you all plug your ears.”
  Arya immediately did so, and Serance quickly followed, along with Likean. Adalan frown in befuddlement, which he immediately regretted for the great blue dragon landed with an earth-shaking thud, and he was thrown to the ground. The man and the elves flexed their knees to keep their balance, but Serance had to steady herself on Nasingr. And they were all glad for their covered ears (except for Adalan, who had not listened) when the dragon - Saphira - flared her massive wings, stretched forward, opened her huge mouth and roared. 
     It was a magnificent roar. It was long and loud and fearsome. Kalkin had visibly shuddered, and Adalan had cried out and clapped his hands over his ears, a little too late. Even with her hands over her ears, the roar was beyond deafening. It was a challenge to all who could hear it, which, Serance thought and Nasingr agreed, would be everyone and everything for kilometers. But after the initial flinch, Serance and Nasingr held their ground. Finally, when the blue dragon was out of breath, she closed her jaws with a snap. Everything stood still for a moment. And then Firnen jumped into the air, soaring before landing, and bounded like this until he was flying. He flapped thunderously and roared back, though not quite as long as Saphira, and she responded by taking flight as well. Everyone watched as they gained altitude roaring and shooting fire back and forth, chasing each other. Playing. When Serance finally lowered her gaze, she found matching expressions of joy on both Arya and the man, whom she assumed was Eragon Shadeslayer. Even Likean looked happy.
    A whispered “wow” from Adalan brought everyone’s attention back to the ground.    Arya stepped forward, touching her fingers to her lips. “Atra esterni thelduin, Eragon Shadeslayer, Kingkiller.”
  Eragon smiled, returning the gesture. “You honour me, Arya Drotting. Mor’ranr lifa unin hjarta onr.”
   Arya completed the ritual with, “Un du evarinya ono varda.”
   Eragon conversed briefly with Likean in the ancient language before fixing his eyes on Adalan. He quietly observed the young man before doing the same to Serance. She blushed from the attention. 
   Then he said in the common tongue, “Come. There are benches over here.” They all followed him, Nasingr and Kalkin lumbering behind the party. As they passed the group of statues, Serance realized that one of them was of Queen Arya, and, looking up, the man on the dragon looked like Eragon. The dragon was obviously Saphira. And one of the human men looked familiar… Roran Stronghammer, she decided. This must be the people who played the most important roles in defeating Galbatorix,  she said to Nasingr. 
 Yes, I think so too, she responded. She rustled her wings excitedly. Wasn't Saphira grand? Her scales are the most splendid blues I have ever seen. And did you see how big she was? Bigger than even Firnen! Her wings were absolutely massive. Nasingr probably could have gone on like this for longer, and Serance would have listened because she agreed one hundred percent, but they had come to a little outdoor sitting area. Several stone benches carved with decorative designs were placed in a sort of triangle in front of the beach. The beach was white sand, looking stunning alongside the crystal-like lake. Eragon gestured for them to sit while the dragons curiously sniffed around before crouching down beside their Riders. 
   “I am Eragon, as I am sure you have already guessed,” Eragon said. His voice was odd, Serance thought. A mixture of the rough Palancar Valley accent and the lilting cadence of the elves. He continued, “And I know you are Adalan and Serance. Arya Drotting has told me much about you.”
    Serance’s face warmed. What did that mean? She nervously glanced at her friend. He looked completely fine, blue eyes eager and pushing his brown hair from his face. She turned back to Eragon. But his eyes had gone vacant and he stared into the distance. Serance frowned, when suddenly his eyes snapped to Likean.
  “Blodhgarm would like to see you.”
   Likean nodded, a sharp motion of his head, and left. 
   Who is Blodhgarm? Serance asked Nasingr. Should we know who he is?
I think… that he was one of the twelve elves who guarded the Shadeslayer during the war. 
 Oh. Serance forced her attention back to the conversation at hand. Eragon was speaking again. “We won't start lessons until tomorrow, for the Sanctuary has beautiful things I think you would like to see. At first I will be seeing what you know and how far your abilities stretch, for though Arya has kept me updated, I would like to see it with my own eyes. There are many empty houses you can choose from with your dragon to live in. As for your lessons -”
  He stopped abruptly, and a flush coloured his cheeks as his eyes went distant again. Even more oddly, Arya also stiffened and… was that a hint of colour on her cheeks? Both Serance and Nasingr were puzzled. Arya and Eragon quickly glanced at each other.
   “Ahem,” Eragon cleared his throat. “As I was saying, there are nine categories. Archery, literature, hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship, history, cultural studies, gramarye, biology, maths, and aerial combat. For you dragons, there is flying and history, which will be taught by Saphira and… well for now it will be Saphira, and she does things… at her own pace, so I cannot tell you much about your curriculum as some of it is private to dragons alone. She will talk to you when she is… finished.” Now he fixed them all with his gaze, saying, “While you are being trained and instructed, I expect you to meld fully with your partner, so you learn everything your partner learns. Arya has already taught you how to do this. And, as you have previously done with your instructors, you will address me, Saphira and anyone else who is teaching you as ‘Master’ in this language and ‘Ebrithil’ in the ancient language. I will give you a tour of the Sanctuary, but before we begin, are there any questions?” 
    Serance tentatively raised her hand, and Eragon nodded at her, but before she could say anything, Adalan blurted out, “How did you kill him - Galbatorix, I mean? None of the stories are very clear about what happened. Just what happened before and after.”
    Arya stiffened and Serance cringed as her eyes flashed dangerously. But Eragon looked Adalan in the eyes steadily until he started to blush at his insensitive question.
   “That is a painful story for another time, if at all, Adalan-finiarel,” Eragon said quietly. 
   Adalan nodded mutely and went an even deeper shade of red. Eragon turned back to Serance, giving her permission to speak.
   “Um, what about - the other new Riders?” She asked quietly. 
  “They are all at different stages in their learning, so sometimes you may be taught together, but for the most part you will be taught alongside Adalan-finiarel. Occasionally you will be taught alone. Does that answer your question, Serance-finiaral*? 
  “Yes. Thank-you,” she said softly.
   He nodded and rose to his feet gracefully. The rest followed suit, the dragons rising as well. The Shadeslayer tilted his head. “I hope Saphira does not wreck Firnen’s saddle.”
   Arya sighed her agreement. It took a moment for Serance to realize what they meant, and when she did, she blushed. Now she knew why Arya and Eragon both had flushed earlier. Saphira and Firnen were mates that haven't seen each other in years. 
   Nasingr snuffled her golden hair from behind, distracting her. Serance smiled and placed a hand on the warm violet scales. Eragon led the way through the Sanctuary with long, purposeful strides on the wide stone paths. Nasingr and Kalkin’s talons clacked on the stone. As they passed the grouping of statues, Eragon sighed and ran his fingers through his brown hair, making it stand on end. He gestured helplessly to the statue of himself on Saphira. “Despite my protests,” he said, “The elves and Gim, the dwarf Dragon Rider, and even Kalvog, the Urgalgra Rider, insisted upon making this monument.” He pointed to each statue in turn. “That is Queen Nasuada, my cousin Roran, Murtagh, Angela, Elva, and Arya. They did not make a statue of Thorn, due to the fact that nobody really knows him. Though I don't think that he would care either way.”
   “Cool,” Adalan said. Serance nodded. She had learned about all of these people before. They continued. Their guide pointed out buildings, saying what they were. The Library, empty houses they could live in, things like that. He showed them the sparring field, which was right beside the archery range. There was a forge, a hatchery, and a large table surrounded on three sides by trees facing the lake where Eragon said was where they had gatherings. This is where they ended their tour. 
  Eragon turned to face them all. “This is your new home. You can go and explore, or find somewhere to put your stuff. You can see if you can find the other Dragon Riders if you like. There are certain places, however, that are off limits. If you happen upon one, you will encounter wards. Do not try to get past them. The consequences will be severe. The resident elves have their houses farther into the forest, and you will respect them by not intruding. You will not engage in unsupervised duels with others, and you will not invade others’ privacy. The breaking of these rules will lead to unpleasant punishments. Do you understand?”
   “Yes, Ebrithil,” Serance said. Adalan copied. 
  Eragon smiled kindly. “Good. You can go now.”
   Adalan grinned and mounted Kalkin. They set off on one of the paths. Serance turned to Nasingr.What should we do?
Well, Nasingr said. These saddlebags are starting to itch. We should probably go find somewhere to stay.
Okay.
Nasingr started down the path, but Serance stayed a moment longer to look at the lake. She noticed Eragon and Arya were standing down on the white sand beach, both facing the cliff. Arya handed something to Eragon, and his hand brushed hers. Serance blinked. This was obviously private.She quickly ran after her dragon. 
   The sun was approaching the horizon. They had spent all day giving the new Riders a tour. But now here she was, standing beside Eragon. In this beautiful place, surrounded by dragons, enjoying the peace she and her people had suffered so much for. She had taken off her boots and now dug her toes into the soft, white sand. It was warm from the day’s sun. Firnen was away with Saphira, doing what mated dragons do, and along with him all of Arya’s belongings. Except for the letter and package from Roran.
   “These are from your cousin,” she said, handing them over to Eragon. He nodded and took them from her. As he did so, his hand brushed hers, sending a small jolt through her body. She hastily withdrew her hand. Instead of opening the package, he tucked it away in a small pouch on his belt. 
  “So,” Eragon started, looking over the  lake and cliff.  “What do you think?”
   Arya gave him a small smile. “Think of what, Eragon?”
   Finally he met her gaze, his mouth quirking. “Still a stickler for precision, I see. What do you think of the Sanctuary?” 
   What did she think? She thought that she was so full of emotion she didn't know how to speak. So she said simply, “Vér nuanen.” It's beautiful.
   Quiet joy lit his face. “I know. All the pain, all the death - it was worth it. It was worth this.”
  “It was,” she murmured. “It is.” And she grasped his hand. It was warm, soft and rough at the same time due to calluses from wielding weapons. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing. Together they watched the sun as it slowly started disappearing behind the giant ridge. The colours seemed to light the river on fire, making it seem as if liquid fire poured down the rock face. Arya wanted to make a fairth, but was reluctant to break the magic of the moment, so she stored away the image in her mind for later. For now, she was content to enjoy this blessing with her dear friend, the cries of dragons in the distance. 
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Arya but make her a Disney character
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hey! love your blog so i had a few annoying hc questions:
-what do you think of nasuada x orrin?
-sexuality hcs for the elves of the story?
-where do you want to see murtagh and thorn go from where we last saw them in the fork the witch and the worm?
thanks!!
Hello! I love annoying questions, they make my day!
What do you think or Nasuada x Orrin?
Before Orrin became this unlikable person I kind of shipped them together, especially since Nasuada seemed kind of interested in him.
Sexuality hcs for the elves of the story?
Arya is an ace lesbian, Vanir is still in the closet, Oromis is the boring straight one, Islanzadi is Bisexual along with Blödhgarm and Rhunön is Aro/Ace.
where do you want to see Murtagh and thorn go from where we last saw them in the fork the witch and the worm?
I would like to see them sniff out this witch first, before going to where that bloke found the stone. In my head that has been an active volcano (probably manipulated by some kind of magic) since day one.
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Hey! Your post about Arya made me think abt when I read the series. Now I dont know if it was because I was on the younger side, but I seriously didnt pick up on any romance at all. Idk. Maybe bc she was kinda flat as a character.
I’m really happy drunk me managed to spark conversation! lolol
(No I’m really happy people like and think about my post, thank you so much!)
This is a very fair statement! I could not pick up on it either, but I am a hopeless romantic and when I first read the last book I was really rooting for Eragon and Arya to get together, because of the true name spiel etc.
That perspective changed as I got older. I started feeling creeped out by Eragon’s actions when I re-read them at 17, and I did not see them as a romantic couple anymore. I know a lot of people say that she changed her mind in Brisingr and she saw him in a romantic light, I didn’t. (Well not anymore but 12 year old me also thought Twilight was a good romance so her opinion does not count in this matter. lol)
She does open up to him a little bit, but not romantically. In my mind she saw him as a friend she could trust, and they became really close, but not romantically.
I do agree with her being flat, but more because of the writing imo. Arya is not set up as this perfect being. (in the beginning, she kinda is but shhhh) Sure she looks perfect, especially because we see her through Eragon, but she does have flaws, and I think she has a lot of potential to be an awesome character. There’s a reason so many people say she’s their favorite character! But because she is written somewhat poorly (thanks to Christopher's youth and overall inexperience at that time) Her flaws are never addressed, and we never really get to know what she wants or feels. We don’t even really know what she likes to do in her free time, and when I asked Christopher, he didn’t really give me a satisfying answer if I’m honest.
In short, I agree with you, lol.
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Unexpected Fate
Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) & Lord of the Rings Crossover 
Summary: Vilansia and her dragon, Svellevarina, have spent many years training the young dragon riders alongside Eragon and Saphira. But their time of adventure has come. The people of Middle Earth have called for aid and Alagaesia will answer.
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Chapter 1: Distant Lands
I let out a cry of laughter as our blades slammed together. "Well done, Adelina!" The young girl furrowed her pale brows and charged forward while I disengaged and stepped away. "But you need to focus."
I am trying, Master." She turned to face me as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "It's just-"
I held up my hand, silencing her. "Ne. I don't want to hear it. There are no excuses in the midst of battle." I stepped closer to her. "Focus, Adelina, and be careful not to let your emotions get the better of you."
She dug the tip of her blade into the ground, uprooting the grass. "I am only human, you know,"
A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Eka kenna, I know. But you will learn to find balance, shur'tugal." I rested my hand on her shoulder. "Now go, return to your studies. We are done for today."
Her head snapped up. "My apologies, Master, I'll do better...please, can we try again?"
I searched her wide eyes for a moment before shaking my head. "You needn't apologize. I believe that perhaps you should reflect on our lesson in preparation for tomorrow." I let my hand fall from her shoulder as I reached for her practice blade. "Ganga. Go,"
She offered the blade with a sigh and bowed. "Eka elrun ono, Master. I will do better."
I nodded in reply before she turned from me. I watched her go as I reflected on the lesson of the day. As a human rider she had much to learn about the balance of emotion and logic, and being young didn't help the matter. Yet, I had faith. Her passion would carry her far.
A slight breeze shifted my dark hair as I placed the blades into the weapons rack. The training island was unusually quiet today, as most of the riders were in the Hall attending to their studies as their respective dragons were training with Saphira. My own dragon, Svellevarina, was among them, helping Saphira-elda with the younglings.
I entered the Hall, the creaking of the large wooden door causing a series of faces to look my way before returning to the books and pages on the table. I came to stand beside Eragon, who was overseeing the young riders as they studied. He raised an eyebrow as I met his gaze, clearly expecting an explanation on Adelina's early return.
I spoke in the Ancient Language in a hushed tone as I explained: "I have asked that she take time to reflect on balancing her emotions while in combat. It does no good to allow them to get the better of you."
"Emotions can be used as a tool," he replied.
I shook my head slightly. "Not when you allow them to overpower you, Eragon-vodhr."
"Hm. Balance is needed, I do agree," he glanced in her direction. "Alas, she is young. And human. There is much for her to learn."
"Indeed."
The young riders concluded their evening of studying when their dragons returned to the island with Saphira-elda and Svellevarina, allowing them to eat, rest, and spend much needed time with their dragons. The sun was just peeking over the tops of the trees now, giving the clouds in the sky a navy shadow.
"You and Svellevarina may be dismissed for the evening. No further training is needed tonight." Eragon told me.
I bowed my head. "Eka elrun ono, Eragon-vodhr. Svellevarina and I shall return tomorrow morning."
Eragon nodded with a small smile as I turned from him and made my way to Svellevarina, who was laying next to Saphira in the training field behind the Hall. In comparison, Svellevarina was much smaller than Saphira due to their drastic age difference but she was just as beautiful. Her white scales managed to catch every ounce of light and reflect them into rainbows on nearby surfaces. It was if she was made of diamonds.
Svellevarina hummed as I approached.
I bowed to Saphira, twisting my hand over my heart before I addressed my dragon. "Eragon-vodhr has dismissed us for the evening."
Svellevarina shifted, allowing me access to climb up onto her back and into my place in the saddle. She nudged Saphira gently before coming to stand on all fours. She took a few steps forward and unfurled her velvet wings, making sure not to hit the elder dragon in the process. She pushed off the ground with her powerful legs, her talons taking up the earth with her as she pumped her wings and rose into the air. I held on tightly to the neck spike in front of me as she gained altitude, my brown hair whipped back behind me. It was only when Svellevarina angled herself and was level with the horizon that I relaxed in the saddle.
"Adelina has come a long way," Svellevarina remarked.
"Indeed, she has. But as Eragon-vodhr said, there is much for her to learn,"
"They all do, Vilensia. That is not unique,"
I chuckled, looking over Svellevarina's side and into the ocean waters below us. "Her dragon, Kydus, he is quite like her,"
"He has spirit. As every dragon should,"
The edge of Ellesmera, the Elvish capital city, was now in view. The light blue glow of the night lights lined in the treetops could be seen even from this distance. It was old magic that kept these lights aglow every night and dimmed during the day, allowing for those awake in the night hours to see their way through the city. They were especially useful in places where the rays of the sun could not pierce through the thick canopy of the trees. Behind us, the sky was painted with purples and oranges as the sun-kissed the horizon. There was a patch of vibrant red ahead of us, however, that stood out from the colours of the sunset. The colour sparkled in the dimming sunlight and a playful roar echoed across the water. Svellevarina responded in kind as we intercepted the dragon and rider.
"Kvetha, Murtagh!" I called as the dragons flew circles around one another. "Kvetha, Thorn,"
"How goes the rider training?" Murtagh asked.
"Slowly," Svellevarina replied. "Even the oldest of them have a long ways to go yet,"
"It is best that their training is handled with patience. Time is not against them," Thorn replied.
Murtagh grinned. "Not everyone can excel at their training as the two of you, after all."
Svellevarina bobbed her head and drew her lips back in her form of a grin, exposing her teeth and gums. "Now this is true. We were, nay, are an exception."
I patted the side of her neck. "Come Svell, we best be off. Another day of training awaits us tomorrow and the sun is always early to rise."
She snorted in response.
"Well, I am glad we were able to catch you on your way home," Murtagh said. "Thorn and I were on our way to see Queen Nasuada,"
I sent him a knowing smile. For as long as I could remember the Queen of Men was rather close to Murtagh and Thorn, though I was never aware if anything was official between the two of them. I had met Queen Nasuada only a handful of occasions to deal with formal matters on behalf of Eragon if he was not able to leave the island. She was sharp-witted and strong, with the courage to challenge a dragon. The two of them were fitting companions.
Svellevarina stretched out her talons and flared her wings back as she entered the opening of my home tree. She perched on the ledge as I unseated myself from the saddle and climbed down into the room. Papers had scattered off the table and onto the floor from the wind created by Svellevarina's landing. I began my nightly routine as Svellevarina crawled inside and settled down in the open space on the floor next to the window.
"Do you think we shall get the chance to travel one day, Vilansia?" My dragon asked.
I paused in unbraiding my hair, my ends flowing loose. "Maybe one day, bjartskular," I continued letting down my hair. "Why do you ask?"
She sighed, a small cloud of smoke escaping her white nostrils. "My wings ache to soar on different currents. It would be good for us, don't you think?"
I offered her a small smile as I sat down beside her head and looked out the window with her. I rested my left hand on the top of her snout and scratched her scales. Svellevarina hummed in pleasure. "Yes. It would be good. My heart tells me that there is still so much more to see. Maybe one day,"
Svellevarina said nothing in response as she closed her scaly eyelids and slipped away into her dreams. I closed my mind slightly to her to prevent my thoughts from disturbing her rest.
I sighed as I settled in the chair in front of my desk, gathering my papers together. I reviewed my notes on the young riders in training, rubbing my temple. There was not much else that Svellevarina and I were kept busy with. Not to say that this was entirely bad, Alagaesia was experiencing a glorious time of peace and tranquility with the new dragon riders stationed across the country. New treaties had been made with different cities and it was our duty to ensure that the rules of the treaties were followed. Svellevarina and I, however, were asked to stay with Eragon and Saphira to assist with the training of the next generations of riders. We were honored by the request. Other riders and their dragons left Alagaesia, for once they finished their training they were given the freedom to do so. Few rarely came back, not because they had perished, but because they made the choice to stay wherever it was that they had settled down.
I began to write today's notes on Adelina's training, making sure to state that it had ended earlier than usual. Tomorrow I would be training with another of the older students, a male elf named Ivsaar, who was still but a child by Elvish standards. His training was coming along quite well, but where Adelina was emotional, Ivsaar was proud. Proud to the point of arrogance. I pushed my dark hair away from my face as I leaned against the back of the chair. There was never a moment of boredom for Svellevarina and I, our duties always kept us busy. I often wondered how Eragon and Saphira had done this for so many years on their own. Svell's tail twitched in her sleep, the sliding of her scales on the wooden floor making a slithering noise. Through our bond, I could interpret the theme of her dreams. Tonight her mind led her to a world of winged battle, fighting enemies from the skies. I smiled in her direction before turning my attention to my notes. As an Elf, I had no need for rest, though in some time I would need to recover. I could go many nights without sleep. Rather, our minds and bodies slip into a deep meditative state, where our subconscious remains alert and awake to the outside world, allowing us to rise at a moment's notice. Tonight would be one without rest for me, as there was still more paperwork to be done.
Pinks and oranges coloured my room as the sun peaked over the horizon, marking the start of a new day. I pressed my mind against Svellevarinas to wake her gently. She snorted, small sparks shooting from her nostrils. Her scaly eyelids opened to reveal her apatite coloured eyes as they focused on me.
"It's morning already?" She asked.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "So it is, Svell. Kvetha,"
She hummed in response, the vibrations created in her chest echoing throughout me and the room.
I gathered my notes together and placed them in my pack so that I would be able to go over them with Eragon when we arrived at the rider's training island. I quickly braided my hair back before throwing my pack over my shoulders and hauling Svellevarina's saddle over to her. She shifted so that she was no longer on her side and tucked her wings against her. I placed the saddle in the space on her back just before the start of her neck where there was a large space between the row of spikes that grew from the base of her head to the tip of her tail, where the largest and sharpest spike created the point of her tail. She stood slightly as I looped the straps around her midsection and tightened the buckles. Once everything was in place I climbed up her foreleg and sat in the saddle, shifting until I was comfortable. Svellevarina informed Saphira-elda of our departure from home as she climbed on to the ledge of the window, spreading her translucent white wings. She jumped, allowing the wind to catch under her and soared over the treetops of other Elvish homes.
Eragon greeted us at the front of the main hall when we arrived, his right hand held up in the form of a wave.
I jumped down from the saddle once Svell landed and bowed to Eragon, my hand over my heart. "Kvetha, Eragon-vodhr,"
"Kvetha, Vilansia, Svellevarina," He replied, nodding to each of us. "I take it you wish to review your notes on some of the young riders?"
"If you have a moment, yes. I only wish to ensure that we are on the right path for Adelina and Ivsaar," I replied.
"Very well. I will meet you in the Hall." He faced my dragon. "Saphira is waiting for you in the training field,"
She did not waste a moment to take off into the air once again to meet with the elder dragon.
I followed Eragon into the Hall, sitting in one of the many oak chairs that lined the long table. Eragon sat beside me and waited patiently for me to gather my notes out of my pack and arrange them accordingly.
I rested my palm on one of the two piles. "Here I have recorded the progress made with Adelina's training. I made sure to update it appropriately last night,"
He pushed the stack of papers toward him before picking through them, scanning the contents of a few of the pages. "I would not change what is written here, I believe you have done well. Perhaps we should discuss the direction of her training,"
"I had hoped you would be willing, Eragon-vodhr. I believe there is much to discuss,"
He leaned back in the chair, his elbow propped on the armrest with his fist supporting the weight of his head. "It does not do well to force the process. Adelina will come to in her own time. If I have learned anything in my many years on this island it is that each dragon and rider requires a different length of time to complete their journey here. While it is our duty to ensure the quality of their training, it is also our duty to respect their individuality and the needs that come with that," He let his hand fall to his lap. "You are not wrong to worry, Vilansia. Your concern demonstrates your care. But do not forget your own duties,"
I bowed my head respectively. "I admire your wisdom, as always. Elrun ono,"
He offered a small smile. "You are doing well, you needn't stress yourself so. Saphira and I both appreciate the dedication that you and Svellevarina have to train those that come here,"
"Why, of course!" I replied quickly, my brows raised. "We are honored to assist yourself and Saphira-elda with the rider training,"
Before Eragon could reply, the Hall doors swung open, the wood creaking from the sudden movement. "Apologies, Master Eragon, Master Vilansia," a male dwarf rider spoke. "Arya Dröttning and Firnen-elda have arrived on the island!"
Adelina burst in behind the young dwarf. "I have called on both Saphira-elda and Svellevarina-elda to return,"
"Very well. Elrun ono. When the dragons all return, gather the youngest riders and their dragons together. You are all dismissed from training for the remainder of the day." Eragon ordered as he stood.
I followed suit, the two of us making our way to the front entrance of the Hall where the Elf queen and her dragon would be waiting. The emerald green of Firnen-elda was the first thing my eyes were drawn to before my gaze rested on the elegance of Arya Dröttning beside him. Eragon and I both bowed to her, our hands twisted over our hearts.
"We are graced by your visit, Arya Dröttning. And you as well, Firnen." Eragon said once he stood to his full height. "Though I must inquire about the reason behind your visit. It is not often the queen of Ellesmera and her dragon find themselves on the training island."
"Indeed, it is not," Arya replied. "We bring urgent news from a distant land that must be discussed immediately,"
Eragon gestured to the Hall, allowing Arya to walk in front of him as he rested his hand on the small of her back, guiding her the rest of the way. I followed the two of them, walking a few paces in front of Firnen. The Hall doors were large enough to accommodate the largest of dragons easily so that they may be present for any and all meetings within the Hall. Arya sat at the head of the table and Eragon placed himself on her right side. I sat next to Arya on her left as Firnen curled himself behind Arya Dröttning.
I wanted nothing more than to barrage the queen with questions about this pressing news, but I knew better to wait for the arrival of Svellevarina and Saphira-elda. It was not often at all that the queen made an appearance. In fact, it was rare for either her or Firnen to leave the borders of Ellesmera, as their duties required them to stay close to home. I couldn't help but notice the small glances that Eragon cast her way. There was no denying the care that he held in his brown eyes towards her, as he made no attempt to hide it. The two of them were an unlikely pairing. Saphira had shared the story of their meeting to me when I was considerably younger after I had pleaded for some time that someone tell it to me. She seemed happy to indulge my curious mind. Their fondness for one another was something I had grown up with, just as Svellevarina had with Saphira and Firnen. While the two never showed it, I was certain that the time and distance a part from one another certainly had it's toll.
Saphira was the first to enter the Hall, causing Firnen to stand and greet her as she settled in behind Eragon. He rubbed the top of his snout against her neck, humming until Saphira returned the gesture.
Arya cleared her throat, her green eyes sharp and focused. "I received word from outsiders of Alagaesia," she folded her hands together on the table in front of her. "Our people have known of distant lands for some time. As you all know, we have not always resided in Du Weldenvarden. Since that time, however, we had not heard from those living outside Alagaesia. That is, until now. I was contacted by an individual who claimed to be from a country called Middle Earth. He introduced himself as Gandalf Mithrandir but would not share much more about himself,"
"How was he able to contact you?" I interrupted.
The queen shook her head. "I do not know exactly how, I had believed our blockades around Du Weldenvarden to be stronger. In any case, he was able to scry me and he told me that his country is in a state of crisis, a war for them is inevitable. His purpose in contacting me was to seek out help so that they may have a better chance of defeating the evil forces threatening to take over. Apparently there were ancient texts describing our lands that he came across, thus leading him to seek someone out,"
Saphira lifted her head above Eragon's chair, leaning over her rider. "If he is asking for help, what exactly does he expect from us?"
"That is for us to decide. I believe that something must be done, though it is not up to me alone. Hence this meeting," Arya Dröttning replied.
Eragon shook his head. "Our graduated riders are scattered across Alagaesia. Even attempting to contact them would take some time,"
"Time is something those of Middle Earth do not have," Firnen stated.
"What is the threat, exactly?" I asked.
The queen's gaze fell on me, her mouth was pulled tight. "Gandalf Mithrandir described a sleeping darkness that is finally beginning to wake. A being capable of complete devastation on the free people of Middle Earth and has been slowly growing in power,"
"It must be stopped," Svellevarina said.
"I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that I agree," Arya replied, her green eyes focused on her hands in front of her. "The question remains. How are we to send aid? Firnen and I cannot leave, our duties require us to remain,"
Svellevarina shifted. "What about Vilansia and I? We are not so needed here as you all are,"
I couldn't help but turn to look at her. She glanced at me briefly before focusing on the others. There was no hesitation in her, she was completely set on this decision. After a moment I turned back around, my back straight. It was true. While Svell and I did much of the rider training on the island, our presence was not needed in the way that Eragon and Saphira were. There was no question that Arya and Firnen would not be able to leave the country, and with the other graduated rider's whereabouts unknown, it only made sense for Svellevarina and me to be the ones to go. All eyes were on my dragon and I.
"We are certainly capable,"
"There is no question about your capability," Eragon said. "The question is if you are willing,"
"I was not given much more information besides what I have already shared. Gandalf gave me coordinates to a meeting place in Middle Earth, but aside from that I know nothing else," Arya Dröttning added. "There is no question that this will be dangerous. It is only a matter of time before battle ensues,"
A small smirk played on my lips. "Eragon-vodhr, did Svellevarina and I not excel in our training?"
"You both did, yes,"
"There is no doubt, then, that we are a fitting choice," Svellevarina said.
Firnen growled low in his throat. "Do not take this matter lightly. You would be entering a time of great peril,"
"They need help, Firnen-elda," I replied. "We cannot deny them that. Svellevarina and I should be the ones to go,"
There was a moment of silence while everyone remained deep in thought.
"Very well," Arya Dröttning said, breaking the quiet. "The two of you shall leave tomorrow morning. There will be preparations made for your departure," She stood from the table. "I shall meet you all at the main hall of Ellesmera at sunrise," She faced me. "Gather what you are able. Whatever provisions you are lacking I can provide," With a twirl of her dress skirts, she took her leave of the Hall, Eragon being quick to follow her.
Saphira nudged Firnen along as they made their way after their riders.
I stood from the table as well to face my dragon. "You truly wish to take on this mission?"
"It will be a worthy adventure, Vi,"
I tilted my head. There was a small part of her that was slightly intimidated. The stress in Arya's voice was indeed sincere and we knew better than to take that lightly. I too was apprehensive, but the confidence I had in our abilities overshadowed my doubt.
"And we are a worthy team,"
Svellevarina's tail twitched in approval as she swung her head to nudge me gently. I rested my head on the top of her snout where her scales were the softest and held on to her bottom jaw. I closed my eyes, Svellevarina's hot breath shifting my hair with each exhale.
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Translations from the Ancient Language: Né - No Eka kenna - I know Shur'tugal - Dragon rider Gánga - Go Eka elrun ono - I thank you -vodhr - honorific praise for a man -elda - honorific praise, gender-neutral Kvetha - Greetings Bjartskular - Brightscales Elrun ono - Thank you Dröttning - Queen
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Arya befriending a human woman and going on adventures as an unlikely duo would be a book I'd read.
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Dumbass!modern!Eragon hc? Like you KNOW he's the type to like.... put whiteout on a computer screen or smth
I’m so sorry for not replying for so long, Tumblr kept deleting everything I wrote and I was too angry to start typing again. 
Since Eragon is about 16 - 19 through the series, I would like to imagine he is still in high school, if he was American. However, I am not American and I have no idea how high school works besides what they show in mean girls, so well put him in the dutch education system instead :). This basically means he’s in the dutch equivalent of community college, studying a trade. 
I’m sorry anon, this basically turned into himbo Eragon: Gym instructor AU
He’s studying to become a gym teacher. 
The only reason he got in is his high charisma and skill in sports.
He loves helping kids but is often called the Himbo Teacher at his internship
Garrow was too poor to provide him with a laptop, so he doesn’t actually know how to use one. When he got one from the school to help with his studies, he was very overwhelmed. 
He had been behind a computer before (A very old one) but this one had a touchscreen! 
He attempted to write his notes on the screen with a pencil.
Saphira -After laughing her ass off- Explained to him you can only do that with a “Special pen.”
He doesn’t get it.
To everyone’s surprise, he’s great at first aid (one of the subjects they teach, I looked it up lol.)
He’s a very sympathetic person, so he’s eager to help them out when they’re in pain. 
But, it didn’t come easy to him. He had to pull all-nighters studying basic things. Saphira helps him out, though. 
Arya ends up being their teacher, she teaches rescue swimming. 
Let’s just say, he’s not paying much attention to what she says. 
He’s constantly being jabbed by Saphira, who has to re-explain everything. 
During one lesson, Arya needed a volunteer, to help demonstrate what to do when the person you’re trying to rescue grabs you in a panic. 
Poor Eragon gets to be the volunteer and basically hugs Arya really tight. 
Best day ever, until she puts her hand over his mouth, jams it up against his nose, and ducks while turning him around. She grabs him by the armpits.“And you can now safely swim with him to the side.” she says, seemingly not aware of the impact she had on Eragon. 
He’s shaking, his knees are weak and his nose hurts.
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Unexpected Fate
Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) & Lord of the Rings Crossover
Summary: Vilansia and her dragon, Svellevarina, have spent many years training the young dragon riders alongside Eragon and Saphira. But their time of adventure has come. The people of Middle Earth have called for aid and Alagaesia will answer.
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Chapter 3: Arrival to Rivendell
The sea had stretched below us for several days now, the smell of salt carried in the same breeze that filled the underside of Svellevarina's wings. I was thankful that the wind was offering its support, as it had been some time since she was able to take time to rest and recover some strength. I had supplied my energy as she needed, but her pride would not allow her to admit how tired she was. Since I was her rider, however, I could feel her growing exhaustion. I gave Svell another surge of my energy. I felt her breathe deeply as the power came to her and the rhythm of her wingbeats picked up slightly. I rubbed the side of her neck as she hummed in appreciation. The salt air chilled and the crashing of waves increased as the wind picked up. According to the mental map that I had been given from Arya Drotting, we would reach the shoreline of Middle Earth at some point in the next day. The man who had contacted the queen, Gandalf, was to meet us upon our arrival.
My hair snapped forward as the wind shifted causing me to release my grip on the saddle to quickly braid it back out of my face. The chill of the ocean air provided little comfort, though I made sure not to make my discomfort known. Small shivers were nothing in comparison to the labour of Svell's flight from Alagaesia. I only hoped that we reached Middle Earth soon. For her sake.
A dark purple flowered across the darkening sky. My gaze lifted upwards to take in the stars as they slowly revealed themselves, winking their hello's as I spotted them.
"Do you remember the tale Saphira-elda told us when we were young?" Svellevarina asked gently.
A small smile rested on my lips. "Yes. But I would be grateful to be told it again."
Svell hummed as images flashed in my mind. A glorious female dragon with her young in a dark forest. Wild dragons. The hatchlings matched the colouration of their mother, an elegant and sparkling white. There was a uniqueness among each of them, however, as they all had a different accent of colour on the tips of their small wings, tails, and on the tip of every small spike along their necks and backs.
Another image now of the mother dragon, teeth bared, snarling at an adult male dragon as golden as the sun. Their battle was both intense and exhausting, taking place in the sky and on the ground. Claws were bloody, fangs dripping. The golden dragon forced the mother dragon to the ground, her velvet wings were torn, disabling her ability for flight. Her draclings were behind her, their whimpering cries echoing.
Tears welled in my eyes as though I could feel their fear.
The mother dragon slashed at the male as it neared, scoring a hit across his face and through his right eye. Blinded, the dragon drew back, roaring in anguish. The bloodied white dragon turned to her babies in this moment of distraction, releasing a calming hum to soothe them. As her last breath filled her lungs she directed them to fly up into the sky as high as they could go and to not stop until they saw her again. One by one the hatchlings flew straight up. Foreign energy filled the dying mother and she released a heavy breath that guided her babies further into the sky. The golden dragon was fumbling his way over to her now, the sky dark. As her breath left her, so did her eldunari, a sparling diamond in the grass. Realizing that she was no more, the male left to tend to his eye, roaring in victory.
A small chirp filled the air as one final dracling scurried towards its mother, peering at the eldunari The white gem pulsed, encouraging the baby to go. Determined, the child clutched its mother's life gem in its tiny claws, taking it all the way up into the sky. As the two joined the others to safety the magic was sealed, the mother dragon now always there to protect her sparkling babies in the night sky. They surrounded her, changing as time went on. But the mother dragon was always there in the night to protect them.
My watery eyes looked to the moon. "A mothers love can be a powerful thing," I rested a hand on the side of Svellevarina's neck.
She then shared memory of Saphira-elda telling the story when Svell was merely a few weeks old. She flared her wings when Saphira finished the story. "I look like them! My scales shimmer like the star hatchlings!" Saphira had hummed, looking at Svellevarina fondly. "Well, perhaps you are a descendant of one of the moon's children, a star hatchling, here to provide light to those who are in need of it,"
I felt a pang of longing from my dragon and I knew that she was missing home just as much as myself. Looking out across the ocean I spotted a cove ahead of us with a large ship resting there against a dock.
I consulted the mental map that Arya Drotting had provided me. This was it. "Look, Svell! We have finally reached Middle-Earth!"
"There is someone there waiting for us," she informed me. I assumed that it was Gandalf waiting for our arrival.
Svellevarina's claws dug into the wooden dock when she landed, and it creaked in response to the weight. I unlatched myself from the saddle and dismounted, coming to stand in front of my dragon. The man before us stared in awe at the sight of my dragon, his grey bushy eyebrows raised high on his forehead. His gaze eventually fell to me.
"Greetings and welcome to Middle-Earth," he said, hands clasped around his wooden staff. "I am known as Gandalf in the common-tongue."
"Kvetha, greetings, Gandalf," I replied. "I am Vilansia of Alagaesia and dragon rider,"
My dragon lifted her head high behind me. "And I am Svellevarina Lightbringer, guardian of Alagaesia,"
The old man bowed to the two of us. "I am honored to meet you both. Now, if you would follow me, I shall lead you to the entrance of the Elven city of Rivendell. The Lord of this city awaits us there,"
He led us off the dock and up the series of stone steps. An archway made of stone stood at the top, delicate script etched crossbeam. Two individuals came into view as we passed under the arch. The city behind them gave off a golden glow in the darkness. At the sight of Svellevarina the two elves recoiled in shock. The male elf, who wore a golden circlet around his head, was the first to speak.
"What glory you embrace, o' dragon," He bowed his head. "I am Lord Elrond, and I welcome you to Rivendell." He gestured to the elf beside him. "This is my daughter, Arwen."
"We are incredibly honored to have you within our city," she said with a dip of her head.
Svell peered at the two of them. "Kvetha. I am Svellevarina and this is my rider, Vilansia."
"We are grateful that you are allowing us within your city," I added. "We understand that a meeting is to take place to determine the action to be taken regarding the threat to this land?"
"Aye. Those who shall be present have agreed to meet at dawn to allow the two of you to rest after your journey. Arwen shall lead you to your room for the night, Vilansia." He lifted his gaze to Svell. "For you, o' dragon, unfortunately, the rooms within the city are in no shape to accommodate your size. However, there are plenty of caves within the mountainside that surrounds us. Perhaps you will find one to your liking?"
"That will work just fine, elrun ono, thank you," Svell replied.
They allowed me a moment to gather my bags from the saddle on Svellevarina's back before leading me into the city. She took off into the air to find a suitable resting place. Lord Elrond and Gandalf turned down another path, speaking to each other in a hushed tone.
The stone pathways on which we walked were perfectly set, creating a smooth walkway. Dark vines curled along the edges of the path, their leaves reaching towards the centre. The crashing roar of a waterfall could be heard nearby. The buildings around us were accented with gold to compliment the warm tones of the city.
"Rivendell is beautiful," I said.
Arwen smiled. "I am pleased to hear you think so,"
"Are there many Elvish cities here?"
She brought her hands in front of her, the long bell sleeves of her red gown shifting to expose them. "There are two other Elvish kingdoms in Middle-Earth, though they are far from here,"
"Will their leaders be present at the meeting tomorrow?"
Arwen paused as we turned a corner. "The meeting is a private one. Only a select few shall be there,"
I felt Svellevarina's surprise through our bond. "Ask why the meeting is private,"
Upon Svell's request, I repeated the question.
"My father does not wish the news of who possesses the One Ring to spread, nor does he want those who he does not trust to have an influence on what is to be decided." She sighed. "These times are uncertain ones."
"I understand. Information is a powerful tool,"
Arwen led me down a hall, a series of doors on our left-hand side with a stone railing on our right. Beyond the railing a sparkling lake rested, rippling as fish broke the surface. Golden fireflies danced along the surface, teasing the fish below. We came to a stop in front of the last door in the hallway. Arwen opened it, gesturing for me to enter.
"I hope you find everything to your liking. I shall be here in the morning to guide you to the council,"
"Elrun ono, Arwen, thank you." I glanced around the room. "This is perfect,"
She bowed her head with a gentle smile before shutting the door as she left. The room was considerably bigger than I expected it to be. There was an opening in the stone wall for a window, soft light from the city barely illuminating the room. A plush bed stood directly in front of me. I placed my bags beside it and felt the silk sheets. I couldn't help but wonder if this sort of luxury was considered normal for them.
A standing mirror was across from the bed to the right, a small table next to it. I placed my weapons on the table for the night, passing my reflection. Wisps of hair had been pulled out of my braid from the wind during the flight here. I undid the braid, letting my brown hair fall to my waist in waves.
I finally laid in the soft bed after disrobing. "Did you find something suitable?" I asked Svell.
"Indeed. There were plenty to choose from," she replied.
"Rest well, bjartskular. I will wake you when it is time,"
"Goodnight, my rider,"
It did not take long for Svell to slip into a deep slumber, her dreams echoed in my own mind as I rested. Moving pictures of home, the familiar flight between Alagaesia and the Rider Island. The sounds of the elder dragons, Saphira, Firnen, and Thorn filled the air. Warmth filled the room as the morning sun rose. I faced the mirror as I wove my hair into a tight braid down my back. I placed my rider blade within its sheath then, and strapped it securely around my waist, the protected blade resting on my left leg.
I pressed my mind against Svellevarina's, coaxing her to wake. I peered out of the window to take in the waking city.
"Good morning, my älfa," Svell greeted. "Where are we to meet everyone?"
"I am still waiting for my guide,"
"Well then. In the meantime, you may find me enjoying the fresh lake water,"
"Svell, I would not advise swimming in their lake. They may think it rude,"
"And do you think they would do anything to stop me?" She challenged.
"Svellevarina. We are guests here. They do not think of you in the same regard as our own people," I warned.
She did not respond, and as the sounds of amazement reached my pointed ears, I knew that she had done as she wished. Without hesitation I left my room, using the connection with my dragon to find my way to her. I stopped at the top of a staircase that led to a wide stone platform built above the lake. Sure enough, Svell was diving in and out of the lake, the water reflecting on her white scales, causing her to shimmer even more than normal. A few Elves were standing at the top of the staircase, pointing and speaking in awed voices. I made my way down the steps, approaching a group of four children that stood on the platform. They turned to face me as I came to stand next to them. Much to my surprise, their faces were ones much older than those of children, despite their height.
"Have you seen anything so beautiful, lady elf?" One of them asked me.
"She certainly knows it, too," I replied with a nod of my head.
Another of the company with bright ginger hair peered at me with wide eyes. "You must be the dragon rider!"
All of them were looking at me now with curious faces. They certainly had a child-like wonder about them. "Indeed, I am. My name is Vilansia," They introduced themselves as Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Frodo. "Kvetha, greetings,"
Svellevarina swam over to the stone platform where we stood, her tail steering her over. She held her neck arched high as a swan would, giving her an elegant appearance. Her apitate eyes rested on the four individuals.
"You are not Elves," she said, her voice echoing in all of our minds.
"It can talk!" The one named Pippin whispered.
Merry, the one next to him, shoved his arm. "Of course it can talk. It's a dragon, not a lizard,"
"Well, actually-" Pippin froze as Svell dipped her head to nudge him gently with her snout.
"Come now, little ones," She drew her head back to regard them all. "You may call me Svellevarina,"
They bowed to her, earning her rumbling version of a chuckle.
"We are Hobbits, Svellevarina, o' dragon," Sam informed. "Others call us Halflings,"
Svell stretched her wings in the water. "I have never heard of a Hobbit before,"
"There are no Hobbits in our home country," I elaborated.
"We are a very locally fixed people," Frodo said.
"Well, I like you. And if most of your people are like you four, then I think Hobbits are a very fine race indeed," Svellevarina jumped from the water, the sparkling droplets causing her to shimmer. I quietly thanked Eragon for making the saddle water-proof. Svell looked to the top of the steps and to me said: "I believe it is time." Following her gaze, I saw Arwen waiting there.
I offered a smile to the four Hobbits. "Please excuse us, we must take our leave of you now. Perhaps we will meet again,"
They remained silent as I made my way up the steps, Svell gliding in the air above me. I bowed to Arwen, twisting my hand over my heart. "Kvetha, greetings,"
"Good morning," She bowed to both of us. "I hope you both were able to rest well?"
"Yes, we are both well-rested, elrun ono,"
"I am pleased to hear it," she gestured to the walkway on her right. "I shall lead you to the council,"
We passed a few other Elves of Rivendell on our way, with every one of them stopping to stare at Svellevarina. I could feel her pride swell as they did. I began to take notice of the differences in appearance from my own people of Du Weldenvarden as I saw more of the Rivendell Elves. Indeed, they had pointed ears, though not as long or sharp as my own. Their faces were not made up of the sharp angles and slanted eyes in the way that my kin was. However, there was an inherent grace in their movements and ancient wisdom in their aura that I found to be similar.
"This is where I must leave you both," Arwen said as she stopped before an elevated square. I could hear faint chatter.
"Thank you," I said with a drop of my head. The young elf bowed before leaving us.
"Remember Svell, we are representing all of Alagaesia here,"
Her tail twitched. "I know my duties, shur-tugal, just as you know yours," she let her confidence wash over me to ease my worry. And with that, we went up to meet with the council of Elrond.
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Translations from the Ancient Language: Dröttning - Queen -elda - honorific of great praise, gender-neutral Eldunarí - heart of hearts; the gem-like stone wherein the dragons can store their consciousness Kvetha - Greetings Elrun ono - Thank you Bjartskular - Brightscales älfa - Elf Shur'tugal - Dragon rider
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