No stop. Stop- don't- I mustn't- I shunt no not another story starting no. I must stop. Can't start another *Struggles to get fingers to stop flying over the keys* GAH Silence ensues as the battle to not start this is lost. Lol Ok so this is my first crossover. There will be no actual characters from Eragon. This is taking place in the battle of helms deep. Um this is all I can really say with out giving the whole story away. Oh and this is a Legolas story.

Avery's short stature and short orange hair helped her to get passed the guards and into the armory. A helmet was tossed to the girl and with out a second glance the man moved on to giving helmets out to other unlucky souls. "Eragon. Where are you? I wish you could be here brother." Turning around Avery almost ran into a man.

He looked deep into her mismatched eyes. The eeriness of having a blue and a green eye made most turn and look away, but not him. He watched her for a few more moments. "I'm Aragon. What is your name son?" Avery's head fell forward for a moment at the fact he actually thought her to be a guy. But then it lifted and she was glad for the first time that she was so boyish looking.

"Avery sir." Her voice was that of a tenors right now, normally it was that of an alto's. But to help make it into the fight she was forcing her voice into a deeper one.

Aragon gave a short laugh. "You don't have to try to have a deep voice, I know a lot of the boys haven't hit man hood yet." Her saw her shoulders slouch in defeat. "Who is your brother, where is he?"

"He is in a place that my family calls Alagesia. Unfortunately it is in a war, like here, and I had to leave. His name is Eragon. He is on the good side of the war." Avery filled with pride as she spoke about her place of birth and her brother.

"Why couldn't you stay?" Aragon felt that the boy in front of his was hiding a lot.

After a moments hesitation she decided that she tell him the truth, well part of it. "We found some things in the woods. When we realized what they were I took one and ran. I couldn't stay there. The man we are fighting is a horrible man. He is know to torture innocent people. And after I came here I trained so I could go back and help him. But that is no longer possible." Her eyes glossed over as if she became lost in thought.

~Back in Alagesia a year ago~

"Eragon. It's a dragon. You have a dragon. These were no stones; they are eggs. What are we going to do?" Avery whispered to her brother as the blue lizard like animal, known as a dragon, sniffed around the room the maternal twins shared.

"You have to take the other egg and leave. Go to the elves or flee to the sea." He knew of her dislike for elves but something had to be done. "I would cross the sea with you but I can't I have to stay and fight to free Alagesia." He rested a hand on her shoulder.

"B-but brother-" Tears were flowing from Avery's eyes at this point. She only called him 'brother' if she knew that something horrible was going to happen.

"You must go, now! Run. Take the other egg with you. Galbatorix must never get it." Eragon grabbed Avery's hand and put a pouch of money he had saved in it. Standing up got off the bed then on his on the ground. He reached under the bed and pulled a sword that had been passed down to him. Their mother had brought it with her before she disappeared. It felt heavy in her hand yet right at the same time. The craftsmanship was exquisite. It seemed old yet it never got a single nick in it. "Now leave."

So Avery took the other egg and raced to the port. There was a ship leaving to sail to the great beyond. Paying her entrance fee she took to hiding in a corner of the ship with her egg.

~End Alagesia.~

Avery started to look sketchily around. And once she stopped fidgeting she whispered something in a language that leaked power and sent shivers down Aragon's back. "Yek on ik till heh. Yek a helk jaid ik ho keme." Aragon had no idea what she had said. But to the one she was speaking to he understood every word.

The reply was not able to be heard by anyone but her for it was within her mind that he spoke. 'Child, I never said you were going to tell him. And I know you want to go home, but just know that it can't be done. Once we join this fight we will have to help keep peace in this place, as Eragon must keep peace in his home. Don't forget the only way for us to survive this fight is with the power the elves have accidentally given you through your brother.' The deep rumble of a voice quieted and she knew he was getting ready to join the fight. The connection between the womb siblings had caused her to gain powers when he had. Some how he was given elf-like abilities and when he got them they were passed to her also through the connection they shared.

"Avery?" Aragon pulled her from her thoughts.

"Sorry I was just thinking of the last time I saw my brother." A gentle and lovely voice interrupted.

"Aragon, please let me fight I don't want to go down to the cages." A beautiful lady with long blond hair was now in front of them. Avery took this chance to leave and get the weapons she would use until she met up with Sparta, the friend that had been in her mind moments ago.

Soon a dwarf nearly plowed her over as she moved to the table with swords. The swords weren't bad but they were nothing in comparison to Godric the sword that Eragon had given her before they parted. "I'm sorry sir." She bowed lightly to show respect to him. Even though in her homeland she never met a dwarf she had always found stories about them fascinating. The stories about elves scared her a bit, they told of rape, betrayal, and death. But they were probably not true, yet she couldn't get the fear to leave.

"Ah finally someone that respects me fully." He lifted he head with pride. She noticed that she was not much taller than him. She was a head taller then him about. Her four feet eleven inches was nearly equaled by him. Suddenly the feeling of being short made her blush.

"Well I was told stories about dwarves as a child and your race has always intrigued me." She said to him.

"Here ya go young mister." The guy that handed out swords said to her.

"Thank you." She felt the sword and noticed that it was that badly made. The weight was nearly perfectly centered.

"Have you met my friend young mister?" The dwarf asked her all of a sudden.

"Yes we have master Gimli." The voice of Aragon appeared behind her. "May I?" He reached out for the sword that was in Avery's hand. And not wanting to be disrespectful she handed it over. "It's not a bad one." After swinging it skillfully he handed it back. "Good luck Avery."

He turned and with Gimli at his side the two moved on to another table to talk with others. Avery was about to leave when someone yelled out "Who here knows how to use a bow?" Automatically, without thinking, she raised her hand. Luckily someone else had raised their hand faster first and the bow was passed off onto him. If the bow had been given to her, the extra strength that she had been given would have destroyed it after one shot.

Once again she was about to leave when a commotion reached her sensitive ears. Aragon was arguing with an elf. "Then I shall die as one of them!" The elf looked to be hurt by his statement and quickly left. But not before noticing Avery.

"Let him be lad." Gimli Held onto Aragon's arm to stop him from going after the elf.

Avery was finally able to exit the armory and walk around for a bit. After she took several deep calming breaths she was about to walk a bit more. But the elf from before was there. "You should be in the caves. This is no place for a woman."

"No. I have no idea when you are talking about." Avery refused to make eye contact with him. A deep chuckle rang in her ears. 'Shut it Sparta. This is not funny.' When the elf also chuckled Sparta's turned into a roar of laughter. 'Not cool man, not cool at all.'

"Can you fight girl?" When Avery nodded he continued. "Show me." So drawing a short sword of his he waited for her to get into stance. The two gave a quick spar and when the elf saw that she indeed could fight her ened it with putting his sword under her neck. 'Let him win child. Don't show the power of yourself until needed.' Sparta told her in her mind. "Not bad but if you get hurt I will make you return to the caves."

When he started to leave she yelled out to him. Her fear of elves completely gone now. "Wait. What is your name? Elf!"

He paused and looked back. "Legolas." was all he said before continuing on.