Note from Author (sorry it's long)
So this is my first chapter of my cross over. I've not publish stories before and I know I'm not fantastic at writing. In fact I am dyslexic. I hope you guys enjoy it any way. Its written more for well me then outside views as that's the only way I can write a story. I tried not to make my OC a Marry sue but I'm sure I've failed that. I'm writing a prequel as well for Aella. –shrugs- I'd appreciate constructive comment not destructive comments. (not that I would read or take note of Destructive comment any way. You'd be wasting your time) I have spell checked and everything but if you do spot grammar or spelling that isn't correct ( as word is not god!) please PM do not write it on a comment as its very embarrassing having dyslexia! Also yes I have read the Hobbit book, however this is based off of the movie because the book is written for children and has some odd bits in it which i did not wish to include in my fan fic.
"Eragon I hope you know where you're going!" Aella snapped with her mind and voice at Eragon. She clung onto Zilla's saddle with a hard grip as the wind battered them. The short 5ft3, Aruban haired girl with violet eyes whimpered with a small amount of fear. This flight very much reminded her of her first. Cloud had gathered encasing them in a blanket of white. It had been fifty years since the down fall of Galbatorix and his insane dragon. Fifty years since Eragon found an Island more than one thousand miles from Alagasia and more than fifty years since Saphira hatched to Eragon and Zilla hatched to Aella. Many new dragons had hatched to Riders and many more had hatched alone and wild. Eragon and Aella with their dragons had taken flight to do a routine check of their borders and Alagasia's borders when a cross wind had hit them, overpowering the dragons and carrying them far off.
"I'm just following my ring. But Saphira says we are way off course!"
He's right... we are a few weeks off course! The black and belly gold smaller dragon struggled to keep up with the larger blue one.
A few weeks! This was meant to be a small scouting mission, just a routine check of their parameter. How could they have got so lost! Aella swallowed.
"This is no good. We'll have to go below the cloud" Eragon cried out. Saphira grunted in an agreement and angled down. Zilla flew after her.
Once they had hit the bottom of the cloud they could see they had entered a mountain range. The head wind and clouds had gotten trapped within the valley.
"We'll have to follow this mountain range for a while until we reach the end." Eragon cried back towards Aella.
Zilla... are you alright?
Yes... Just very tired.
Hours past and the sun had already passed over the mountain range. The pair of riders had spotted a light within the distance and they now headed towards that. The light slowly grew. With their eyesight being far better now that they were riders. The pair could now make out that the lights came from buildings. The bitter biting wind from the grey mountains was warming as they slowly drifted down out of the height of the mountains. The buildings slowly became a rather elegant looking city. It was beautiful waterfalls and rivers flowing around the buildings. Almost as beautiful than
"Eragon Elves you should try and contact them. Tell them we are friends!"
Eragon agreed and pushed his mind out until he felt the strange musical mind of an elf. Using the accent language he explained who they were and that the meant them no harm only that they needed rest and shelter, before the Elf could retract his mind. The elf who turned out to be a guard could fully understand Eragon but knew enough to know that he was using a language that had not been used by them for almost a millennia and strangely that Eragon was telling the truth. It was the magic of the accent language that had caused that.
The guard agreed to get his captain of command and that they could land just outside the city. He explained that Dragons might not be welcome there and that his kind had never heard of Dragon riders. Aellla, Zilla, Eragon and Saphira landed on a ledge beside the city. Aella somehow managed to fall off Zilla after un-strapping herself from her saddle. The elves were waiting for them. Aella righted herself and let Eragon speak for the both of them. She could feel her Dragons unease.
These elves are different from the ones in Alagasia Zilla said to Aella with great concern.
"I am Elrond welcome to Rivendell. My captain of Command states that you spoke to one of his guards within his mind and that you spoke with a language that has long since been dead to us. I had reasons for concern that my guards had fallen mad until we saw you descending from the clouds. You have caused us many worries." The elf who seemed in charge said to them. His face was fierce, calm yet pale
He wore robes only a noble could afford. Patterns elegant and very much elvish decorated the hem.
Even if they are different they are very much un mistakenly elf kind Aella replied to Zilla.
The Dragon snorted amused by this.
"We apologise master Elrond. My name is Eragon and this is my second in command Aella. We were flying around our borders when a cross wind blew us far off track. We do not mean to cause harm. Our dragons Saphira and Zilla are of high intellect and no not to harm you or your people. We only wish to stay, rest and be on our way," Eragon twisted his right hand over his chest in the manor that Arya had shown him and Aella in the days of fighting the fuls king.
Elrond seemed confused by this mannerism but his face didn't show much expression.
"Yes... You may stay as long as you wish. Now come. You have many stories to tell us about... Dragon riders and were you are from, but first you must rest. Your dragons can stay where they are."
He turned and gestured for them to follow.