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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 10: The Breaking of the Fellowship

The predictable forest landscape along the river bank was interrupted the following day around mid-afternoon by two grand statues on either side of the river. They were much larger than even Saphira herself. Stern expressions were carved into their faces, both of them holding out their hands before them, palms facing us as if motioning those who may oppose them to halt in their presence. Gimli looked on in amazement, no doubt admiring the stonework. Stone crowns were structured atop their heads.

"The Argonath," Legolas informed me. "They are the kin of Aragorn,"

While it was hard to discern a likeness to Aragorn at such a low vantage point, there was no doubt that they all held ancient energy about them. The statues exuded power and strength, something that the ranger was quiet about showing to others. The Argonath marked the point at which the river entered a large lake, the blue water expanding in front of us. The crashing of a waterfall echoed across the waterfront.

Aragorn signaled ahead of us to pull up onto the river bank once we reached the lake, each of our canoes pushing onto the rocky riverside.

"We cross the lake at nightfall," Aragorn told us. "Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the North,"

"Oh, yes?" Gimli questioned. "Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil...an impassible labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better. Festering, stinking marshland as far as the eye can see,"

Aragorn paused in unpacking his canoe, an eyebrow raised. "That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf,"

"Recover my-"Gimli grumbled in disbelief. "Recover strength? Pay no heed to that, young Hobbit,"

Pippin did not seem too concerned with Aragorn's friendly jab.

Svellevarina drew my attention to her, her scales sparkling from the water droplets that clung to them. "While the company rests here I will do some hunting. I won't go far, there is plenty of fish within the lake,"

"Very well. Do not close your mind completely to me,"

She nudged my shoulder once before jumping into the air, the wind from her wings rustling our clothes and shifting the canoes slightly. I watched her skim the surface of the water in search of fish, her senses focused on the hunt. I turned away after a moment, leaving her be.

Merry and Pippin snacked on a portion of the lembas bread provided to us by Lady Galadriel with Gimli, taking full advantage of the time we had on the shore. I helped Sam set up a small cooking fire, waiting until he had set up small sticks in a pointed, circular formation before snapping my fingers together to reveal small sparks. The Hobbits watched in awe as I snapped my fingers again, releasing the magic towards the deadfall and allowing it to catch fire.

"The word for fire in the ancient language is brisingr," I told them. Pippin began chanting the word under his breath, trying his best to commit it to memory. "Take heart, that is no easy spell for beginner magicians,"

Sam leaned against a large boulder behind him, crossing his arms tight against him as he shut his eyes for a quick rest as he waited for the fire to reach proper cooking temperature.

Merry sat up from where he sat next to Pippin. "Where's Frodo?"

Sam's eyes snapped open as he scrambled onto his feet. As I looked, I noticed that both he and Boromir were nowhere in sight. I extended my mind in search of the Hobbit, but his mind was shielded from me, preventing me from finding him. I cursed myself for not maintaining surveillance. I was able to find Boromir, who was deep within the forest.

"Remain here," Aragorn said. "I will go after him," he ran into the woods, a hand resting on the hilt of his weapon.

I felt Legolas' unease rise, causing certain stress of my own. I reached out to Svellevarina, making sure that she was not too far.

The clang of metal swords colliding suddenly echoed throughout the forest, the sound easily reaching my pointed ears. There was no hesitation in Legolas as he ran into the forest after the ranger towards the sound of fighting. Gimli gathered his axe in his hands before joining the Elf.

I reached out to Svell, urging her to fly as fast as she possibly could. She acknowledged my request and I felt her drawing closer. I faced the three Hobbits, their faces scared. I knelt before them, making sure they paid attention to what I told them.

"It is imperative that you remain here. Hide if you must but do not go into the forest after us. We will return once everything is safe. Do you understand?" They nodded their heads but said nothing. "It will be okay, little ones," I stood up, letting a wave of ease wash over them from me. I noticed their shoulder relax ever so slightly before I turned and sprinted into the trees toward the sound of clanging metal and yells. The leaves that made up the treetops rustled from the wind of Svellevarina as she flew above me, following closely.

I entered a clearing in the forest where a stone structure was built on the hill, stone steps leading to a flat elevated surface. The three other members of the company were already present, fighting off the coming onslaught of orcs. Boromir, however, was not in sight, though I still sensed that he was still alive. I unsheathed my rider weapon, holding it out before me as I released a battle cry, plunging myself into the crowd of orcs. They were considerably taller than the creatures we fought in the Mines of Moria, their strength instantly noticeable. It presented a challenge, even for my speed and experience, as their thick armour proved more difficult to slice through. I made sure to take aim for areas of skin that were exposed.

With a snarl, an orc swung its weapon at my head. I ducked, swinging my blade from the left side in an arc to the right, sinking it deep into the back of its knees. I pulled the sword towards my chest, slicing through. It shrieked, falling to the ground as blood gushed out

Svellevarina roared, causing the fighting to pause as she dived down into the crowd of orcs, swinging her tail as she landed, sending those nearest her tumbling into the air. She snapped up a few in her jaws, snapping them in two as she bit down, her teeth having no trouble in piercing their armour.

"Find the halfling!" One of the orcs bellowed. "Find the halfling!"

A portion of the orcs bypassed us, running into the woods in search of Frodo. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli ran after them as I remained next to my dragon, taking on the orcs that attempted to join those that made it into the forest. A droplet of sweat ran down my forehead, and I drew upon the energy within the sparkling opal that rested within the hilt of my weapon. I extended my left hand as I cast a spell, the orcs closest to me dropping to the ground as their life left them, the remaining energy flowing into the gem on my weapon.

The sound of a horn resounded through the forest. I paused, turning towards the sound. I extended my mind to check on the status of the company. Fear and panic ripped through me. Boromir was in grave danger, and he wasn't alone. Somehow Merry and Pippin were both with him.

I ran into the forest as Svellevarina blocked the path of the orcs to me. I used my magic to kill any orcs that crossed my path as I raced towards Boromir's energy. I made it to where Legolas and Gimli were fighting an aggregation of orcs, Legolas was now making use of his daggers, his quiver of arrows empty. I swung my blade at an oncoming orc, the bloodied sword landing with a thud in its side. I pulled, letting it cut open the creature's flesh. It continued coming, thrusting it's angled weapon towards my chest. I jumped out of the way, the tip of the weapon just grazing above my collar bone near my shoulder. I hissed, clenching my teeth at the sting of the cut, extending my blade forward to stab through the orc's back. With a snarl, the orc's life left him, my weapon piercing its heart.

I gasped, as I clutched at my chest, a great pain ripping through me. I turned with my hand on my chest, looking around me. I turned, taking in the sight of Boromir further down the hill as an arrow stuck out from his chest. With a twang another arrow was released, landing in the man's stomach. He paused for only a moment before he kept on fighting, swinging at the orcs that neared him. I felt the fear of the Merry and Pippin as they watched Boromir defend them. I blocked my mind from Boromir's pain, charging forward in an attempt to reach him. Aragorn managed to first, though, taking on the orc that fired the arrows. Gimli had taken to wrestling an orc on the ground, beheading the creature with his axe. I continued to fight through the orcs, a group of them making it past Boromir and towards Merry and Pippin, sweeping them up off the ground and carrying them away. I yelled, releasing my energy to the orcs that were left here, using my magic to snap all of their necks. As they crumbled to the ground, I too fell on my knees. Boromir had fallen, three arrows protruding from his torso. Aragorn was at his side, his hand clasped tightly with Boromir's. I could feel Svellevarina's concern through our connection.

"I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my king," Boromir said breathlessly to Aragorn. He choked slightly on his breath before his eyes focused on the trees that grew above him. His life left him at that moment, his grip on Aragorn's hand going limp.

"Be at peace, son of Gondor," Aragorn said softly before kissing his forehead. "They will look for his coming at the White Tower, but he will not return,"

Legolas stepped forward to help Aragorn carry him back towards the river. Gimli and I followed them until we reached the river bank, where Svellevarina met us. I stood next to her, relying on her for emotional strength. Boromir's body was laid within one of the canoes, his sword placed on his chest within his grip. Aragorn placed his broken horn within the canoe as well. We stood for a moment in silence before he pushed the canoe out onto the water where it was carried towards the waterfall. Svellevarina lifted her head to the sky, releasing a mournful roar. I offered a blessing for his soul, providing whatever guidance he may need to the gods that his people believed in.

Legolas grabbed hold of the remaining canoe. "Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the Eastern shore,"

I looked out across the lake to see the second canoe on the river bank. I could feel both Sam and Frodo, their intentions clear to me then.

Upon noticing that none of us had moved to join him, Legolas looked back to Aragorn. "You mean not to follow them,"

"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands," Aragorn said simply.

"Then this has all been in vain," Gimli said beside me. He hung his head. "The Fellowship has failed,"

"Not if we hold true to each other," Aragorn replied, looking to each of us. "We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death, not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind, we travel light," His expression changed to one of fierce determination. "Let us hunt some orc,"

Gimli grinned wickedly. "Yes!"

Aragorn hoisted his pack over his shoulder, then took off into the forest. Gimli was quick to follow him, his grip on his bloodied axe tight.

I took a moment to ensure that the saddlebags were secured in place before wiping the gore from my weapon. I returned it to its sheath on my hip, looking out to the waterfall. My heart was heavy with loss. To feel the life leave Boromir was something no amount of training could have prepared me for. I leaned against Svell's side as I shuddered. The images of what occurred only moments before flashing before my eyes. The terror in the Hobbit's eyes as they were carried away. Oh, gods, they did not deserve this.

"Vilansia," Svellevarina said gently. "Come, we must go after them to prevent whatever danger awaits them,"

To be overcome with emotion was something I had never experienced before. Despite my Elvish nature, I could not find the words to communicate with my dragon and instead let my feelings speak for me. I felt her surprise for a moment before she forced her calm to wash over me.

A hand on my shoulder forced my attention to the world around me again. Legolas stood in front of me, concern clear on his face.

"We mustn't tarry, Vilansia," he said gently.

"Eka kenna," I replied, my voice brittle. I cleared my throat, forcing my shoulders back. "My apologies, Legolas. Come, let us catch up with the others,"

He paused a moment, giving me a knowing look. "There is no shame in having grief. This is a dark moment for the Fellowship," He looked up to Svell as if saying something to her as well. "Do not carry your sorrow with you, as there is hope yet," He squeezed my shoulder slightly before letting his hand fall back to his side. He smiled slightly, extending his left arm out to his side, gesturing for me to take to lead and catch up with the other two.

I swallowed thickly, letting Svellevarina's calm settle within me. I gave a determined nod, my jaw clenched and began to jog into the woods after the remainder of the Fellowship, Legolas close behind me. Svellevarina took to the air, remaining as close as possible to us. Boromir gave his life to protect Merry and Pippin. I would not allow his death to be in vain.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

Brisingr - Fire

Eka kenna - I know

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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 

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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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 11: Serenity, Yet Emotion

A gentle rain fell around us, cleaning the sweat from our exposed skin. In any other circumstance, the rain would have hindered us from tracking the troop of Uruk-hai, however, we had Svellevarina, who was able to follow them from far above. We did not move slower than a jog during our chase, our motivation never dimming. More often, though, I found myself offering Gimli small waves of energy so that he may continue, the week of chasing taking more of a toll on the dwarf as the days passed. I made a point to take my place at the back of the group to ensure that none of our small company fell behind.

Our pace slowed as we jogged up one of many hills, allowing me a brief moment to take in our surroundings. We had not reached the highest peak by any means, but the incline of the hill allowed for a reasonable vantage point over the landscape around us.  The hills were separated my vast valleys which shot up into mountains some distance from us. The grass was thin and tall, thriving in such a landscape, however, the trampling of thick boots crushed many of the stalks ahead of us. Pieces of leather could be spotted every now and again on our path, confirming that we were, indeed, on the right track.

Svellevarina flashed an image of a bird that joined the sky with her, it's curved beak indicating that it was a bird of prey. The rain did not seem to have an effect on the bird, nor were the winds strong enough to deter it from it's course, even from their altitude. Upon noticing Svell, the bird called out, shrill and high pitched. Circling around, it eyed her curiously, diving underneath her wings and flying below her for a moment before swooping upwards to fly along side her. She hummed in answer of the bird's second cry. Svell closed the images from me, the interaction now a memory for me. A curious creature, indeed, though not unintelligent by any means. I felt a small pang of longing to be in the sky with my dragon, to enjoy the feeling of the wind caressing my hair and the smell of rain from above. My place at present, however, was on the ground, my skills as a tracker needed below. With the use of my magic, I was able to maintain a connection to both Merry and Pippin, reassuring me of their well-being. The connection, at times, would fade due to the distance that the troop of orcs may have gained, but that only urged our company to push on even faster.

"I still do not fully understand why I am unable to dive upon the orcs to secure the little ones, killing any that get in my way," Svellevarina commented to all of us. This was not the first occasion of her mentioning such an idea to the four of us.

Aragorn was quick to shut it down the first time, and did not hesitate to do so again now. "While I do not doubt your might, dragon, my concern lies in keeping the Hobbits alive. As of now they are not in harms way, Saruman wants them alive. By surprising the orcs with an attack as you suggest, their actions become unpredictable and the safety of Merry and Pippin becomes uncertain to me,"

"Do not worry, your time of ripping the orcs a part will come," Gimli added. "Though, try and save some for me, eh?"

I felt Svellevarina's amusement. "I make no promises, Master Dwarf,"

"Bah, I would expect such a thing,"

Dawn broke, the air cooling off as the sun's rays dimmed around us. It was surprisingly quiet, as if all life around us was in hiding, waiting for a moment when they might be safe again.

"The beasts have stopped. It appears they are setting up camp for the night," Svellevarina shared with the four of us.

"Let us take this time to rest ourselves, we're no good to the Hobbits exhausted and weary," Gimli huffed.

Aragorn came to a stop and turned to face us. "We can also take this opportunity to gain on them,"

"We cannot carry on as we have been for much longer," I replied. "It might be best to take this opportunity now. Svellevarina can notify us when the Uruk-hai are on the move,"

The man did not respond right away, instead looking out to the surrounding hills. "What say you, Legolas?" He asked after a moment.

"I will follow your direction. Though, I trust both of their judgement," the Elf replied.

"Very well. Let us find a suitable camp and we will rest for the night, or, at least until Svellevarina notices movement from the Orcs," Aragorn decided.

Gimli let out a sigh of relief. Our group settled behind a series of boulders on the hill side, providing some shelter should it rain. Gimli wasted no time at all in setting up his bedding and falling asleep. Legolas stood a part from the group, looking out in the darkness. He had offered to take up the first watch, of which I was to follow. Legolas showed no sign of tiring, his steps just as light and his eyes just as keen as they were when we first started off.

I turned my gaze away from the Elf and brought it up to the sky above me. Stars glittered overhead. The constellations were completely foreign to me, another reminder of how far I was from home. A spark of curious desire ignited within me to learn the patterns of the stars here and the history behind them. During the time spent here thus far, I could feel the ancient energy within Middle Earth. No doubt the land was old. The history of each race would have had to be rich, with no end of legends and happenings.

"How are you fairing, Svellevarina?" I asked my dragon.

"Well enough. The air is cool, but the currents are strong enough. The Orcs have not begun to move out yet, if that is the reason behind your asking,"

"I was inquiring about your own well-being, bjartskular," I replied light-heartedly. While the distance had dampened the strength of our mental connection, I faintly felt her spirits lift ever so slightly.

"I am well, Vi. My concern lies with the Hobbits and I cannot help the anger that is continues to grow. These servants of the Enemy will pay for the harm they have caused the Fellowship, of that I will make sure of,"

"The time will come in which justice shall be served. We simply must do our part,"

"Their energies are faint. I only hope we are able to reach them in time,"

I paused, reflecting on what Svellevarina said. The Halflings were certainly growing weaker, my connection to them informed me of that. Being so focused on saving them I did not consider the possibility of failure. I breathed deeply, centering my mind in order to prevent my emotions from taking hold.

Svellevarina broke the silence between us. "If their life-force grows any fainter I will take matters into my own hands. Regardless of what the ranger has said,"

"I know, Svellevarina. And if I could, I would be there by your side,"

Gimli grumbled in his sleep beside me. I sat up from where I laid. Aragorn regarded me as I moved, his grey eyes illuminated from the small embers in his pipe. Light wisps of smoke curled in the air, carrying the smell of his pipe-weed.

"How are they?" He asked me.

"They are alive. I can feel their pulsing energy as we speak," I paused. "They are losing strength, though, with each passing day,"

Aragorn inhaled sharply, his eyes cast downwards.

"We must not abandon hope," I offered lightly.

"We must also not abandon reason," he replied before exhaling his smoke, "every choice I make, each path I lead us on, I fear is the wrong one,"

"There is no shame in having fear, Aragorn, nor are you alone in the unsettling of your heart," I looked up to the stars. "There will always be mistakes to be made, such is life," I brought my gaze back down to the earth, meeting Aragorn's eyes for a moment. "You are not alone,"

He did not reply, instead letting my words settle in his mind. His unease was still present, his anxiety circling in his thoughts. There was fear, also. It was hard for me to give blame, however, as I felt such things, too. With the grace of my training in Alagaesia, however, I would not allow it to overpower me. Just as the feelings of doubt clouded my mind, there was a certain knowing in that everything that had occurred had for a reason. Things were in motion just as they were supposed to be. Whatever our part was had yet to be seen, for good or ill.

Soft humming filled the air as Aragorn packed up his pipe, using his bags as a headrest as he lay on the ground next to the smoldering fire. Before long, the humming shifted into deep inhales of breath as he fell asleep. The stars winked at me overhead, small lightning bugs danced along the grass around us. I extended my hand, allowing one to land softly on my fingertip. His light pulsed in a pattern, attracting other bugs around him. I lifted him up closer to me, looking closely at the patterns on his delicate wings. I smiled softly, lifting my hand upwards and letting the small insect fly away. There was something to be said about the beauty of the life that surrounded us. Middle-Earth was a different land than I was used to, down to the very grasses under my feet. But there was something here, a type of ancient energy that I was drawn to.

As the quiet grew, I decided to make an attempt to contact home. I used the ancient language to withdraw water from the soft earth into a small pool beside me. I leaned over it, exhaling the words draumr kopa, the images of my master in my mind.

The water rippled in the dim firelight as the view of Eragon within the Hall on Rider Island came into focus. It appeared to be the early morning there, as sunlight was peaking through the windows of the Hall. My master's brown eyes met my gaze as he sat upright in his chair. His face relaxed when as he recognized me.

"Kvetha, Vilansia," he said with a smile.

"Kvetha, Eragon-elda," I replied.

He turned away, speaking to someone else in the room before returning his gaze to mine. He continued speaking in the Ancient Language. "We may speak freely now. The younglings have been excused,"

"How has their training been in our absence?"

Eragon gave me a knowing smile. "Good. You needn't worry about them, young one. They miss you and Svellevarina, though,"

"Tell them that I miss them as well. Svellevarina and I both,"

"Of course." He paused, raising an eyebrow. "Well? Tell me, how goes your assignment?"

I hesitated. I cast my gaze downwards, my fingers picking at the skin in my left palm. "It is a long story," I said after some time. His face softened, but Eragon remained silent. "The original task our company set out on is no longer our own. We have been divided. I currently travel with three members of the Fellowship in search of two that were captured,"

"And the others?"

"The Ring Bearer left of his own accord, his kin went with him. Where they are now I do not exactly know, but I can feel their energy. They are alive," I winced as I ripped a fresh callous off the top of my palm, the skin underneath a fresh pink. "We have faced loss. Two members of our company have fallen thus far. I can't help but imagine there shall be more death in the days to come,"

"You are scared," he stated. It was not phrased as a question, asking if I was afraid or not. Nor was his tone judgmental or ridiculing. After a moment he added, "You have not experienced death before, to be afraid is natural. You must be careful, though, little one. To let it consume your thoughts is to let it control you. Trust in your training for guidance and your dragon for strength,"

"Thank you, Eragon-elda," I said softly.

He nodded his head with a supportive smile. "All will be well. Before you know it both you and Svellevarina will be on the journey home,"

"I wish you could see this country. There is an energy here I have not felt before,"

He eyed me curiously for a moment. "Learn all that you can while you are there. I am certain Arya Drotting will want to transcribe all the information you obtain,"

I chuckled. "I know she will. It might be best to start recording everything now, else I'll be writing for years to come,"

"That may be wise," Eragon said, his tone light.

Before either of us could continue speaking, Eragon's attention was stolen away by the sound of the wooden doors of the Hall slamming open. I could hear shouting as someone approached the scrying mirror before Eragon, his lips pulled tight and brows furrowed in what appeared to be a disapproving glare, however I knew better in that he was trying to hide a smile.

Adelina jumped into view, her eyes wide with excitement. "Master Vilansia!"

I could not hide my smile, replying in the common tongue, I said: "Hello, Adelina. It is good to see you,"

"Everyone was saying that you had scryed Master Eragon-elda. It had been so long since we heard anything, I didn't believe them,"

"Well, there is something to be said for confirming things yourself," I replied, causing her to beam from the appraisal.

"How are you, Master? Have you fought any battles yet?" She asked.

"I am well, dragon rider, thank you. I hope that you have not been distracted from your training by thinking about my own doings,"

Adelina faltered. "No, no, not distracted, exactly. I just wondered, Master. I hoped everything was going well. Like I said, it's been awhile since that update from Murtagh,"

Eragon rested a hand on the young human's shoulder. "There is no harm in wondering, rider, but you must exercise patience. You would have heard about Vilansia's well being soon enough,"

She bowed her head to him. "My apologies, Master," she lifted her head up, glancing back to me. "But I did want to see and speak with her myself,"

"I must admit that it warms my heart to see you again, however briefly," I said. "May I ask a favour of you, young rider?"

"Of course, Master!"

"I ask that you do not worry about me. Focus on your training, keep up your efforts. I wish to see your graduation when I return,"

Adelina bowed, her eyes bright. "I won't disappoint you, Master. I will have my training complete by the time you are back, just you see,"

"We certainly will. Say hello to the other riders for me,"

"Atra esterní ono thelduin, ebrithil," Adelina said with a smile before leaving the Hall.

Eragon shook his head slowly with a soft chuckle. "She has not stopped asking about you since Murtagh and Thorn updated us on your well being. The favour you have asked of her will certainly push her,"

"I have always had faith in her. She had been a worthy apprentice until I took my leave of Alagaesia,"

"And she still is," Eragon agreed. "Alas, my duties ask me to wish you farewell. I appreciate your time scrying me, Arya will be pleased to hear that you are doing well. I know that she would like to hear from you herself, though,"

I rubbed the torn callous on my hand. "I will. When I am of stronger mind,"

He paused. "She may have high expectations, but she will understand, iet dautr,"

"I will scry her,"

"Nen ono weohnata, Vilansia Dröttningu. Farewell for now, un atra ono waíse sköliro frá rauthr,"

"Elrun ono, iet breoal. Atra gülai un ilian tauthr ono," I ended the spell, the image of Eragon's hand raised, palm facing me in farewell shimmering on the surface for a moment before the water spilled back into the Earth.

The fire had diminished with no one attending to it, the embers glowing faintly. With a flick of my hand, the fire ignited once more. As I stood, I took in my surroundings. The night was less dark now, informing me that some time had passed now. I picked up my rider blade, tightening the belt around my waist. Making my way around the two sleeping members of our company, I went in search of Legolas to relieve him of his watch.

My spirits were lifted now that I had spoken with Eragon. He always held a calm wisdom about him, and I trusted him with any fears that possessed me. Eragon-elda was a strict teacher, but an understanding one, and was willing to listen. Seeing Adelina, too, brightened my mood. She had grown since I had left, especially to my Elvish eyes. I trusted that her training was progressing as it should.

I found Legolas crouched on top of a boulder overlooking a steep valley. He turned as I approached, his tight grip on his bow relaxing as he recognized me.

"Ganga, rest. I have re-lit the fire, it will last for the rest of the night," I said to him.

He stepped down from his point on the boulder, bowing his head. "Thank you, Vilansia. All appears to be quiet, though the darkness of night can cover many things. Be wary,"

"I appreciate the warning. Have faith älfa fricai, nothing will escape my watch," I glimpsed up at the stars. "Not even the changing light of the stars,"

He peered at me for a moment, a curious glint in his eyes, before he smiled ever so slightly. "Indeed, nothing shall elude you,"

And with that, he made his way back to the softly lit camp, leaving me with the quiet of the night.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

Bjartskular - Brightscales

Kvetha - Greetings

-elda - honorific of great praise, gender-neutral

Dröttning - Queen

Atra esterní ono thelduin, ebrithil - Let good fortune rule over you, master

iet dautr - my daughter

Nen ono weohnata - As you will

Dröttningu - Princess

Atra ono waíse sköliro fra rauthr - May you be shielded from misfortune

Elrun ono - Thank you

iet breoal - my family

Atra guliä un ilian tauthr ono - Let luck and happiness follow you

Gánga - Go

älfa fricai - Elf friend

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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.

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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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.

Chapter 4: Council of Elrond

A set of seats were arranged in a half-circle around a stone table with Lord Elrond seated just behind that. I was placed in a seat at the end to allow room for Svellevarina to be next to me. I spotted Frodo and Gandalf as they walked in together and took their seats. Frodo sat next to me, his large feet dangling off of the edge of the chair. Gandalf sat on his left. There were other Elves here as well, though their dress suggested that they were not Elves of Rivendell. Dwarves were present, their grumbling voices not dissimilar to the dwarves of Alagaesia. Svell's presence was causing unease among their group, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons as they stared at her. Lastly, there were men seated within the council, and they too were fascinated with my dragon.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," Elrond began. "you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction, none can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom," He peered at Frodo. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo,"

All eyes were on the young Hobbit as he shuffled out of his chair and reached into his pocket before placing a single golden ring on the stone table. He returned to his seat with a heavy sigh, his shoulders dropped with a lack of tension.

Something in the air shifted. There was tension now, and uncertainty. I strengthened the barriers in my mind to prevent whatever energy this was from influencing me.

"So it is true," one of the men said, leaning forward in his chair. He stood now, addressing the council.

In a dream, I saw the Eastern skies grow dark. But in the West, a pale light lingered. Voices crying 'your doom is near at hand'" He stepped closer to the Ring. "Ilsudar's bane is found." As if in a trance he began to reach for it. "Ilsudur's bane..."

"Boromir!" Elrond commanded as he stood tall before him.

Dark clouds grew over the city as Gandalf came forward, his tone low and grave. He was speaking in a language I did not recognize as the air around us grew thick and heavy. The man, Boromir, retreated to his seat as Gandalf chanted. Svellevarina growled low in her chest with unease.

"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here," Elrond said, rubbing his temple.

Gandalf made his way back to his seat. "I do not ask for your pardon, Master Elrond. For the Black Speech of Mordor: may it be heard in every corner of the West. The Ring is altogether evil,"

The company shifted in their seats.

"Aye, it is a gift!" Boromir spoke again with renewed vigor. He stood tall before us. "A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the Enemy, let us use it against him!"

"You cannot wield it," another man replied. He was leaning against the arm of his chair. He sat separately from the other men and his dark attire did not match the dress of anyone else present.

"He comes alone. How odd," Svell commented to me.

"None of us can," the man continued. "The One Ring answers to Sauron alone, it has no other master,"

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir retorted.

An elf with striking blond hair stood to address Boromir. "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance,"

Boromir's face fell in disbelief. "Aragorn? This is Ilsuldur's heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas affirmed.

Aragorn shook his head at the elf and spoke to him in a foreign language which led him to return to his seat.

Boromir glared at the other man. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."

"Aragorn is right," Gandalf said. "We cannot use it,"

"You have only one choice," Elrond said. "The Ring must be destroyed,"

There was only the slightest moment of silence before one of the Dwarves stood from his seat, grabbing hold of his axe as he did. "Then what are we waiting for?" He raised the weapon above his head as he approached the stone table, then slammed it down.

The axe shattered. Pieces of it skittered across the table as the Dwarf was thrown back from the force. And yet the Ring was unharmed.

Elrond watched curiously as the dwarf grumbled his way back to his seat. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came!" He said gravely. "One of you must do this,"

Svellevarina tapped a silver claw against the stone ground where she lay. "Surely my rider and I could bring this Ring to the mountain. My speed in the air and our combined strength is unmatched,"

"One does not simply walk into Mordor," Boromir answered. "It's Black Gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is an evil there that does not sleep, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire, and ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly,"

The same blond elf shot up from his chair. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" The dwarf, Gimli, demanded.

The forced tension returned to the air but was accompanied this time with a dark and quiet whisper. Svell cocked her head as she detected it, her wings tensing. I quickly cast a spell to protect her from the influence of this energy.

"And if we fall," Boromir added, "what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

Gimli stood to better address the elf. "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!"

The rest of the Elvish company stood, shouting in defense of their people and the Dwarves were quick to answer with their own shouts.

The whispers grew stronger.

Gandalf stood to address the group of men that had now attempted to get involved in the argument. I turned to Frodo, who had shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I extended my spell to him as well and saw him relax ever so slightly as I did.

"The last thing we need is another dragon to lay waste to our lands and destroy our people!" A dwarf shouted in Svellevarina's direction. She snarled slightly, exposing a few fangs.

"It has an elf under its control, no less!" A man added.

"I assure you, I am under no one's control but my own," I replied.

I heard Gimli scoff as he rested a hand on the shoulder of the dwarf that addressed us. "There are no words from an elf that I can trust,"

I raised an eyebrow. "I would not be present, Master Dwarf, if my dragon and I were untrustworthy,"

"Vilansia, these are petty arguments brought on by the evil energy that surrounds us. It does no good to engage in any of it," Svellevarina said to me.

I rested a hand on a part of her wing that rested against my chair. "It would seem that I need to adjust to this type of magic,"

As the bickering escalated, Frodo shifted in his seat once more until he stood in front of it. "I will take it!" he yelled to the group. "I will take it!" The arguing ceased at the sound of his shouts. The company turned to take in the Hobbit. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though, I do not know the way,"

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins," Gandalf said to him with a gentle pat on his shoulder. "As long as it is yours to bear,"

The man dressed in dark leather, who I recalled was named Aragorn, looked to him. "If in my life, or death, I can protect you, I will." He knelt in front of Frodo. "You have my sword." The man then stood next to the Hobbit.

"And you have my bow," the blond elf stated, coming to stand with the forming group.

"And my axe!" Gimli added.

I moved from my seat to crouch in front of Frodo, gently taking his hands in my own. "You have our oath, as dragon and rider, that we shall always defend you on this journey, Frodo,"

Svellevarina stood on all fours, her head high. "As long as there is wind under my wings and fire in my breath, there shall be nothing that will stand in the way of the destruction of the One Ring,"

His face was full of uncertainty, his blue eyes wide as he looked between me and Svell. I squeezed his hands gently as I let a calm energy wash over him. I went to join the group, standing next to the male elf. Svellevarina stood behind the rest of us.

"You carry the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said as he joined us. "If this indeed is the rule of the council, then Gondor will see it done,"

The bushes behind us rustled with movement. As he shouted, the Hobbit Sam ran out from behind the bush, stopping once he reached Frodo's side. He crossed his arms firmly across his chest. "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me,"

"No," Lord Elrond said, his eyebrows raised. "Indeed it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not,"

"Oi!" Another voice shouted. "We're coming, too!" Merry and Pippin shot out from their hiding places and joined the other two Hobbits. "You would have to tie us up in a sack to stop us,"

"Anyway," Pippin added, "you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."

"Well, that rules you out, Pip," Merry said to him.

There was a moment of silence now, as Lord Elrond gazed upon the group. "Eleven companions." He folded his hands in front of him. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"

"Great. Where are we going?" Pippin inquired.

Svellevarina rustled her wings as she waited for me to finish securing the saddlebags. The two of us were at the entrance of Rivendell where the rest of the company were to join us once they had finished gathering their belongings. There was an unfamiliar feeling resting in my chest as I leaned against Svell's foreleg. It was indeed exciting to be a part of something so incredibly important. But I was unfamiliar with this land and its people and I knew better than to trust them outright. That said, Svell and I were to be partaking on a long journey with them. To not trust them in any capacity would lead to unhealthy tension and conflict.

I closed my eyes, breathing deep. I focused my energy as Eragon-vodhr had taught me many years ago. Life pulsed around me, and I allowed my mind to brush past it all, recognizing its presence gently before moving on to the next. With a final inhale I found my centre, bringing peace and calm back to my mind. released my breath and opened my eyes, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the bright sun.

"Do not worry, my rider," Svell encouraged. She nudged my shoulder with a low hum. "There is nothing that we cannot face together,"

I reached back to scratch the scales on her jaw. "Oh, how lucky I am to have you, Svell,"

"And I, you,"

I turned my gaze to the sound of voices approaching. The four Hobbits made their way over, Gandalf and the man named Aragorn walking just being them.

Gandalf tipped the brim of his pointed hat towards Svell and I. "Greetings, dragon and rider," he gestured to the man beside him. "This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn,"

The man bowed his head. "It is an honor,"

"Kvetha, Aragorn. I am Vilansia of Alagaesia and this is Svellevarina," I introduced. My dragon dipped her head in greeting.

Pippin peered intently at the saddle on Svell's back. "Do they make them small enough for Hobbits?"

Svellevarina cocked her head. "There are riders in training that are children. So, yes,"

He grinned, eyes wide as he looked to Merry. The other Hobbit shook his head, but Pippin carried on anyways. "Do you think I could try?"

Samwise's mouth dropped open as Merry crossed his arms. The others were smiling at Pippin's innocent excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at my lips. "You are asking to ride my dragon?" Pippin took my question to mean that I was offended, and faltered slightly. "What do you think of the matter, Svellevarina?"

She lowered her head to face Pippin. "It would be my pleasure, little Hobbit,"

Pippin let out a shout of glee as he ran over to Svell's side. Upon realizing that he could not reach her back by himself, he glanced back to the rest of us. I made my way over and assisted the Halfling up onto the saddle, climbing onto Svell's leg and lifting him up the rest of the way so that he could clamber on. I talked him through how to secure himself in the saddle as best he could. The straps were not as tight as I would have liked, his small legs not even reaching halfway on the side of the saddle. I urged Svell to fly slow and low to the ground.

The rest of the Fellowship joined us just as Svell stood up with the Hobbit on her back. A smile broke out on my face at the sight. This would be something I would have to share with Murtagh and Thorn, for I doubt they would believe such a story. It was incredibly rare for anyone besides a dragon's rider to be placed on their back, and to be allowed to do so was considered the highest honor. Svellevarina, however, rarely followed normal conventions. The image within itself was amusing, though, as the small Hobbit could be barely seen on my dragon's back.

"You all have been entrusted with the fate of Middle Earth," Lord Elrond said to us. "You would do well to ensure the secrecy of your mission. We simply cannot allow the Ring to fall into the wrong hands." He paused. "I wish you good fortune," Elrond raised a hand, his palm flat, facing us to wish us farewell. Gandalf thumped his wooden staff on the stone floor before taking the lead, Frodo and Sam staying close to him. Svellevarina spread her wings, Pippin crying out as she crouched and jumped into the air, swooping over the group. His cheers lifted our spirits despite the daunting reality of what we were all embarking on. I took my place at the very back of the group, walking with Merry and Aragorn. I glanced behind me, taking in the view of Rivendell for what I assumed to be the last time. It held the same warm, golden hue now in the daytime as it did at night. Soft music reached my ears, and while I did not understand the lyrics, the feeling was undeniable: they were wishing us farewell. Gandalf led us through a passage in the mountainside that surrounded Rivendell, blocking my view of the Elvish city. I lifted my chin as I gazed forward. Now was the time for strength and serenity.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

-vodhr - honorific praise for a man

Kvetha - Greetings

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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 7: Now far ahead the road has gone...

The sun had long set when we reached the outside of a dense forest. I could feel the ancient energy that surrounded the woods, the trees were tall and thick with a heavy canopy of leaves. Somehow, even with the growing darkness around us, the forest appeared even darker. Certainly not as inviting as the entrances to Du Weldenvarden.

Aragorn led us inside the forest, his pace now a bit slower.

"Be careful young Hobbits," Gimli whispered. "they say a great sorceress lives in these woods: an elf witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell,"

I couldn't help but smile. If only the dwarf had met my own queen, Arya. I imagined he would say something similar, though, there was a hint of bias towards my fondness of the queen. I had always considered her strong, wise, and calculating. I could only hope to be the fraction of the elf that she is.

Svellevarina had a difficult time walking through the trees as they grew tightly together. She was often forced to walk around many of them, sometimes losing sight of the group for a moment before coming into sight again.

"Well," Gimli continued. "here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox,"

Elves surrounded us, halting us in our tracks as their sharp arrowheads pointed directly at each of us.

"Oh," he said.

I tensed, ready to withdraw my weapon if they made a move to attack. Legolas had loaded his bow, aiming at the Elves in front of him.

"The dwarf breaths so loud we could have shot him in the dark," a male elf stated as he stepped forward, regarding the dwarf with raised eyebrows.

The male elf then spoke with Aragorn in an unfamiliar language. As he addressed Legolas briefly I assumed it was a shared Elvish language. The dialect was quite different from my own, meaning there was little chance of me understanding even bits and pieces of what was said. Instead, I relied on the body language of those speaking and the energy that they gave off.

"So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves! Speak words we can all understand," Gimli spat.

"We have not had dealings with the Dwarves since the Dark Days," the elf replied gravely.

"And you know what this dwarf says to that?" Gimli continued in a harsher dialect, his voice thick with anger.

"That was not so courteous," Aragorn said to him.

With a glance at Frodo, the male elf said: "You bring great evil with you. You can go no further,"

Aragorn kept stride with the elf as he stepped away, speaking urgently to him. They continued their conversation away from the group, leaving the rest of us to wait there as the armed group of Elves watched us carefully.

Svellevarina found a break in the trees to lay down, resting her head on the soft ground. The rest of us tried to find comfortable seats as well for we were unsure just how long the wait would be.

"Gandalf's death was not in vain, nor would he want you to give up hope," Boromir said as he looked to Frodo. "You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Do not carry the weight of the dead,"

The Hobbit did not reply, but his wide blue eyes met Boromir's in acknowledgment. I made my way over to my dragon, kneeling beside where she laid her head.

"Your mind is still troubled," She stated to me. Svellevarina was not wrong. The thoughts I held previously were having a difficult time letting my mind find the peace it needed to.

"I am going to attempt to scry Murtagh and Thorn if you wish to join me," I said to her.

"Of course," she shifted her position so that she curled around me, her body shielding me from the direct view of the group to provide at least a bit of privacy.

I withdrew a pool of water before us with the ancient language, making sure to seal it there so that it would not soak back into the soil.

"Draumr kopa," I whispered.

The water rippled as an image began to form on the surface. Murtagh's face came into view then, his eyes snapping up to meet mine. I could see that he was in his chambers based on the wooden decor behind him.

"Vilansia? Is that you?" He asked.

"Indeed, my breoal," I replied.

His shoulders dropped with a sigh. "So you are still alive,"

I glanced at Svell behind me. "Yes, Murtagh, of course, we are,"

"What's wrong?" He peered at me, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

I leaned back against Svellevarina's side, my words failing me.

"We have suffered a great loss," my dragon said. "one we did not anticipate,"

There was a pause as Murtagh looked from Svell to me. "Are you all right?"

"We are fine, shur'tugal. We made it out unscathed,"

"Well, what took place? I have not seen you so solemn, Vilansia," Murtagh said gently. The sound of sliding scales behind Murtagh reached my ears as the vibrant red of Thorn came into view. Svell hummed slightly at the sight of his presence.

"Svellevarina and I are part of a group. Eleven companions we started with when we left for our journey," I began as I recounted the events that took place within Rivendell and our journey to the Mines of Moria. Svellevarina took over to describe the tentacled beast she saved the Hobbit from. I continued the tale, describing the great fight within the Dwarf city and the Balrog that ultimately brought down the grey wizard.

Murtagh ran his fingers through his dark hair as he leaned back. Thorn's ruby eye came into view.

"Keep faith in your company, shur'tugal," Thorn said. "The journey has just begun,"

"That is my very concern," I replied as I narrowed my eyes. "It has only been a month of travel thus far and we have already lost a vitally important member of the Fellowship," I sighed. "What hope is there, truly?"

Murtagh offered a lopsided smile. "They have you and Svell, do they not?"

"Yes, breoal, they do. But are we enough?"

His smile faltered. "Now, it does no good to doubt your own abilities let alone your dragons'. What would Arya say to you?"

I looked down towards my feet. "She certainly would not have any of it,"

"She certainly would not, you're right," he sighed. "Vilansia, do not blame yourself. You did all that you could, as did Svell. All you can do is focus on the road ahead of you,"

"There is not much good that can come from focusing on the past," Thorn added.

"Elrun ono. I, I did not realize how much I needed to hear those words," I replied quietly.

"I understand. This is a difficult task, I can't imagine that it will get any easier. Rely on each other, the two of you are capable of so much when you are together," Murtagh said before he shrugged, "Perhaps Eragon can provide better direction but just know that I understand your emotion,"

I chuckled dryly. "Both he and Arya Drotting would remind me how dangerous emotions can be,"

"Well, that is their teaching. Even if what they say is hard to hear, don't forget that they only ever want the best for you,"

"They have always looked out for you both," Thorn said.

"We know," I replied.

"Come, Vilansia, we best be ready for when we depart," Svellevarina said.

"Elrun ono, Murtagh, Thorn. I appreciate you speaking with us,"

"It was I who asked it of you, remember, breoal?" he replied. "Keep in contact when you are able. I will pass on the knowledge of your well-being to Arya and Eragon but I suggest scrying them as well,"

"Of course. Elrun ono,"

"Esterní to you both," Murtagh replied.

I released the water back into the ground, effectively ending the spell.

"Lady Vilansia?" I heard someone call. I stood, stepping around Svellevarina to find Legolas standing before me. "We have been granted entrance to Lothlorien, we must go,"

"Thank you, Legolas," I replied gently.

The Fellowship was led further into the forest. Faint blue lights were strung along the branches of the tall trees illuminating the growing darkness of the night.  It gave our surroundings an ethereal glow, and I could feel the ancient magic surrounding this place.

"Caras Galadhon, the heart of Elvendom on earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light," our guide informed us before we continued on.

Our pathway of stone turned into a wooden, winding staircase around a thick trunk of the tree before us. It was the largest of the trees that surrounded us, the same blue lights in the canopy of the forest built within it's' bark above the stairway that led up into the higher branches of the trees. It was as if they had taken the stars and brought them to the earth. My breath was taken from me as I looked on. It was glorious. We were taken to a city within the trees, levels of wooden platforms, and walkways all around us. We were brought to a platform that held wide steps directly in front of us. The silver light was too bright to see anything beyond the steps. Two figures appeared in the shining light, walking towards us, hand in hand. The two of them emitted an ancient power, their eyes were piercing and calculating. They came to a stop on just before the steps as they regarded each of us. The two of them did not have the reaction towards Svellevarina that I might think they would. In fact, there was no observable reaction from either of them. I felt Svell's slight confusion at this.

Lord Celeborn was the first to speak. "The Enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone," he paused. "Ten there are here, yet eleven there were, set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him. I can no longer see him from afar,"

Lady Galadriel's piercing eyes rested on Aragorn. "Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow,"

"He was taken by both shadow and flame: a Balrog of Morgoth, for we went needlessly into the net of Moria," Legolas informed them.

"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life," the Lady said. "we do not yet know his full purpose," she looked to Gimli with a sympathetic smile. "Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dum fill your heart, Gimli, son of Gloin, for the world has grown full of peril and in all lands, love is now mingled with grief,"

Boromir began to weep beside us, his shoulders shaking as he dropped his head to avoid her gaze. I could feel the movement of energy around them, as if magic was part of their very being, like the dragons of Alagaesia.

"What now becomes of the Fellowship? Without Gandalf hope is lost," Celeborn said.

My chest tightened. To hear this Elf Lord say aloud my very fear did nothing to ease my mind.

"The quest stands upon the edge of a knife," Lady Galadriel said. "Stray but a little and it will fall to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the company is true," the Lady smiled, her face warm with kindness. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace,"

The same Elf that led us into the city of Lorien to lead us to where the group would rest for the night.

A sharp pressure pushed against my mental barriers, causing me to wince and halt in my tracks. Svellevarina growled low in her throat at the perceived attack. With furrowed brows, I looked up towards Lady Galadriel to find she was already looking at me.

"You are considerably powerful, Lady Vilansia of Alagaesia," she said to me. "Both you and your dragon will indeed change the fate of the Fellowship," she regarded Svellevarina. "There has not been a creature so beautiful within Middle Earth for some time. It is an honor,"

Svellevarina shifted, her head tilted to the side. "There is an ancient power about you, Lady of Light. The honor is mine,"

With my dragon's cue of the dip of her shimmering head, I bowed to the both of them before we turned to join the rest of the fellowship.

Gentle music echoed around us as we settled down for the night. The blue and silver lights dimmed slightly to give the illusion of late night within the city. The company was taken to a wide opening in a large tree, the soft ground providing comforting support. The hobbits had laid out their blankets upon the ground next to each other against the inside of the tree. Gimli's snores loudly informed us that the dwarf was asleep next to the Hobbits. Aragorn had taken to sharpening his blade next to Boromir. Legolas stood outside of the roots of the tree, his faraway gaze looking out towards the Elvish city that surrounded us. I removed the saddle upon Svell's back, allowing her to stretch and clean the scales upon her shoulders and upper back with her barbed tongue. She laid just outside where the Hobbits sat, resting her head upon the mossy ground.

"A lament for Gandalf," Legolas said as the music continued.

"What do they say about him?" Merry asked.

"I have not the heart to tell you, for the grief is still too near," he replied.

Samwise stood, and with a deep breath said: "The finest rockets ever seen, they burst in stars of blue and green. Or after thunder, silver showers, came falling like a...rain of flowers," his shoulders fell as he sat back onto his bedding. "Oh, that doesn't do him justice in the long road,"

Svellevarina hummed. "It came from the heart, little one. That is all that matters,"

The hobbits smiled tightly and I could tell that he was not completely convinced. The four of them eventually settled, using their packs as pillows as they drifted off to sleep. Boromir spoke with Aragorn for a short while before he, too, got some rest. As Svell relaxed, wisps of smoke rose from her nostrils, rising up to meet the tall branches of the trees that surrounded us. I walked out a little farther from the group, my back to them, to better take in Lothlorien. The way in which the city was built among the trunks of the trees, a considerable distance from solid ground, reminded me of my home city, Ellesmera. Though, there was an entirely different atmosphere and look between the two of them. The cool tones of Lothlorien felt elegant and ethereal. Not to say the Ellesmera did not possess those qualities, however. Instead of the glowing hue of blue and silver, my home city was made of earthy green and yellow tones. I sighed, closing my eyes. I relaxed my mind, letting it wander throughout the ancient trees, connecting with each of them as I meditated.  Even the trees held a level of consciousness not normally found in others, the magic of the Elves no doubt having an effect on them over time.

Something moved behind me, and I snapped my eyes open to face it. Frodo had edged his way from the group of sleeping Hobbits, his bright blue eyes focused on in front of him. He continued to walk away from the group, making his way down the staircase that led to another wooden platform. I rebuilt my mental barriers, bringing myself back to full focus. With silent steps I began to follow him, peering down the steps.

A hand on my shoulder stopped me. "Let him be, Lady Vilansia. He is in no danger here," Legolas said behind me.

I turned to him, then glanced back down the stairs. Frodo was no longer in my sight. I reached out in search of him with my mind. He was indeed safe, for now. I kept aware of him for fear that something may happen. "Very well," I replied, following him back to the rest of the group.

The soft snores of the Hobbits intermitted with Gimli's loud ones filled the air.

"May I ask a question of you, Lady Vilansia?" Legolas asked quietly.

"Of course," I said to him, "And please, call me Vilansia,"

He nodded once. "I wonder, what is your home city like?"

"I admit, Du Weldenvarden is nothing like the Elvish cities I have visited here so far," I replied. "Our capital city, Ellesmera, was where I was born. To me, it is the grandest in comparison to all others within the Elven province. Our buildings are part of the trees, our lives are woven together with the existing forest through ancient magic,"

"Are there many dragon riders there?"

"In Ellesmera? No. My queen resides there with her dragon as do Svellevarina and I. But we are the only dragon riders that live in the capitol,"

He thought for a moment. "Then you two are the only Elvish riders?"

"There are many other Elvish riders, some graduated and others still in training,"

He bowed his head. "Thank you for indulging my curiosity,"

A small smile lifted the corners of my lips. "You are welcome, Legolas,"

He leaned against the root of the tree, looking out into the city once again. I checked on Frodo's well-being through the mental connection I had established moments ago. He was all right. Perhaps  I did not have anything to worry about here in Lothlorien. Svellevarina looked my way with her bright eyes.

"Come, shur'tugal. Get some rest while you are able,"

I undid the belt that held my weapon within its sheath, setting it on the ground next to me as I sat, leaning my back against Svell's right foreleg.

"Arya Drotting would love it here," I said to her.

"Aye, she would. Firnen too,"

I sighed lightly, my eyes lifting up to the tops of the trees. Svellevarina pushed a comforting calm to wash over me before she drifted off to a deep slumber, the tension of our previous battle leaving her as she dreamed of home. I let her dreams fill my mind, closing my eyes to better view the images before me. Saphira's blue scaled flashed before my eyelids and Firnen's deep hum echoed in my mind. Their respective riders came into view. They stood next to each other, hand in hand, as their dragons took to the air behind them. Arya brought her free hand to touch her chest just above her heart with her fingertips before lifting it up in front of her. I smiled. It was a fond gesture the two of us shared for as long as I could remember, even before I was made a dragon rider. Though I knew that Svellevarina had no control of her dreams, I was grateful that I could share in this image with her.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

Draumr kópa - Dream stare

Breoal - Family

Shur'tugal - Dragon rider

Elrun ono - Thank you

Dröttning - Queen

Esterní - Good fortune

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