.Hello and welcome! This is my newest story, and also the first one I have written about Eragon, so please if I make any mistakes feel free to point them out to me. Flames, however will be used to light my barbeque pit. So, read and review and enjoy the story. Moving on to the disclaimer now:

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Anything you happen to recognize from the following text is by either Christopher Paolini or Tolkien. Thankyou.

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Anything written in this font represents speech.

Anything written in this script represents thought.

Onwards men (and women)! To the story!

Tiranë eyed the scroll with distaste.

Everyday for the past two months, Oromis had shovelled information into her aching head, and she was sick of it. From books about the history of Alagaësia to scrolls explaining the properties of different poisons, the elf had stocked her arms full of books and thoroughly lectured her on the importance of literature and an extensive intellect quality. Although she agreed with Oromis, Tiranë really couldn't comprehend how the lay of Umhodan would help her defeat Galbatorix. She wisely kept her mouth closed on the subject though, for she had no desire to anger the elf. Despite the Elves being a generally peaceful and good-natured race, they had a wrath unlike any other; and gods above help any provoke a member of the fair folk.

Fair folk.

That reminded her of when she had first arrived in Ellesméra, and of how conscious she had been about her plainness in comparison to the Elves' pale loveliness. Of course, she knew she was no beauty even when not compared with the Elves, with her plain dark brown hair and somewhat strange gold-green eyes, but it was nice to think that you had something special about your physical attributes. With the Elves this was nigh to impossible. Eragon, her friend and fellow Rider, had often teased her about how unfeminine she was. Though she never showed it outwardly, the fact that she would never be anything more than just a friend to a man was disheartening.

Setting aside her wayward thoughts, for they were irrelevant at the moment, and her studies were most definitely not, she focused on the elegant writing which adorned the thin paper of the scroll. It explained the necessary methods needed to properly care for a dragon's scales, teeth and claws. There were pictures of different tools which each had a specific use and purpose, and they ranged from claw files to a strange looking instrument used to pick out any sharp objects which might happen to find themselves embedded into a dragon's limbs.

A small smile formed on her lips as she thought of her dragon. They had only been Rider and dragon for a few months, but their bond was stronger than if they had known each other a hundred years.

A dull thudding sound interrupted her thoughts, and she felt a presence brush against her mind.

"So, my young Rider, having fun swimming among the scrolls," an amused, clearly male voice echoed in her mind.

"Ha, ha. How funny. It's not as if I want to be here studying all morning, Turgon," she replied dryly; though not without a smirk.

"Well, I sympathise with you. But we can always argue later, youngling. Come, I'll meet you outside."

"Fine, and do not call me youngling!"

Turgon's loud chuckling rumbled through her mind as she set down the offending scroll and walked outside to greet the dragons.

Eragon untied the leather strap securing his leg and jumped off Saphira's large blue back. They had spent the morning with Glaedr and Turgon, flying through the mountains and he was exhausted; not to mention sore.

While rubbing tender, red hands together, he heard Saphira's teasing voice in his mind. "You know as well as I do that a few bruises are preferable to spending the entire morning cooped up inside skimming through scrolls."

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful to Oromis for all he has done…but I agree with you," he replied, grinning

Patting Saphira's shoulder, he greeted Oromis, thanked Glaedr, then walked over to where Tiranë was sitting at the roots of a large pine tree.

"Hello," he said, seating himself down next to her on the large buttress.

"Hello Eragon. How was your lesson? I'll wager it was a thousand more times exciting than battling Oromis' books."

She rolled her eyes and he chuckled.

"It was alright, I guess. It was pretty boring, to be honest," Eragon explained, trying to act sincere.

Tiranë playfully punched his arm. "You don't have to lie just to make me feel better, you know."

"Don't I," he replied, grinning.

"No. I happen to be a mature and responsible person, Eragon Shadeslayer, unlike yourself."

Eragon coughed into his fist and dodged a punch aimed for his nose.

"Alright, alright, sorry," Eragon apologized.

They talked for a few a short while longer, and Tiranë then excused herself to find Turgon.

She spotted him next to Saphira, and jogged over to where the two dragons were resting.

Tiranë slowed to a stop as she reached the shady area where they were resting, and greeted the two dragons, patting each of their scales in turn.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Saphira licked her on the cheek and before walking off to find Eragon.

Tiranë noticed how Turgon's eyes followed Saphira as she moved away and was amused.

"So…you like her, do you?" She taunted the dark Indigo dragon.

"I beg your pardon? I most certainly do not "like" her," was the too casual reply.

"Right…."

"I would not be talking if I were you, youngling. I saw the way you were eyeing a certain young Rider."

"What in Alagaësia are you talking about! And do not call me youngling!"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all…hatchling."

Before she had a chance to retaliate, Turgon said, "I'll see you at home," and heaved his gigantic bulk off of the ground and into the air.

Shaking her head, she stood up, bade everyone farewell and headed back to her tree house.

Well, that's all for the now, but I promise to post the next chapter before too long. Now, if some of you are wondering, yes Tiranë (or Tirana) is the capital of Albania. I chose it because for some unfathomable reason I had always thought it would be a good Elven name. If you disagree, then please tell me for I am anxiously awaiting your opinions. And yes, I admit, Turgon is one of J.R.R Tolkien's characters from his excellent works. But I best be off now, maths homework and chores won't do themselves! Toodle-doo!

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P.S: I apologise if anyone was out of character, and yes Oromis, Glaedr, Arya, Islanzadi and anyone else mentioned in the book will have a larger part in the story as it progresses.

Artanis