Aiedail

Hi everyone. I joined . Cause…I wanted to write a 4th inheritance book.

Let's get to the point though. It starts just after Brisingr, so if you didn't read that, you better. I've decided to call the fourth book "Aiedail", because the star will be a major part.

After taking Feinster, the Varden continued to Belatona. Afterwards, Eragon left to find the elves, who were heading to Gil'ead. Just as Eragon reached Isenstar Lake, however, Thorn decided to have a chat. They had no battle, Thorn merely wanted to make sure his enemy-by-oath decided to join Galbatorix. Obviously, Saphira and Eragon declined and watched as Thorn mysteriously left. The rider and dragon confused as to why Murtagh hadn't come, they continued to find the elves on the opposite shore. This is where our story will start.

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The elves around Saphira pleased Eragon; after the Varden he could take no more attention. Saphira was just as joyous, laughing at the elves' mysterious behavior. It always surprised the two that after the war of the dragons and elves, the elves could only respect their former enemy.

Islanzadí approached, battle worn but beautiful nonetheless. She seemed content, even though there had been reports of outbreaks within Ceunon. Even though the citizens there despised Galbatorix, they seemed to hate the elves no less. As the queen walked closer, the elves shuffled away, aware that eavesdropping would not be tolerated.

"Atra esterní ono thelduin" Eragon greeted, using the tradition of the elves.

"It is I who should start the greeting. Atra esterní ono thelduin, Eragon Shadeslayer." The queen replied, staying to the Ancient Language.

"You give me too much credit Queen Islanzadí. Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr." The rider replied, also speaking the language of the elves.

"Un du evarínya ono varda. Come now, we musn't wait all day. Why is it you are here?"

"I could say that I merely wanted to check on you, but that would be a lie. I fear that Murtagh has retreated from the Varden, and forced his attack on you. Is this so?"

"Aye, but you need not fear. He is in our captivity at the moment, with our ten greatest magicians keeping an eye on him. His dragon escaped, as we fear not appear as brutal as that." Eragon was surprised at the sentence, but asked to see his half-brother. A talk was what was needed.

As they arrived at the area, Eragon noticed that his fellow Rider was held to a tree trunk, sung to wrap its branches around him, and with ten ropes of pure magic holding him back. The elves seemed to be holding the ropes back from a distance, a look of sweat in their eyes.

When Eragon approached, however, Murtagh looked away. Saphira, still affected by Glaedr's cries, snarled at the boy's embarrassment. Murtagh turned and store straight at Saphira in turn and snarled back. His face had inherited a pure red glow, as if he had placed Thorn's eldunarí in his head. Eragon thought of doing so himself, but thought better of it.

"I fear that you have destroyed the meaning of courage, Murtagh. I am Eragon Bromson, and you are Murtagh Morzanson. The elves here could strain you until your true name is changed, but I wish it not. If you decide—" Eragon stopped to ask Saphira first, "to swear oaths that you will not try to escape or harm anyone including myself or Saphira, then I shall show you the true meaning of joy, of flying, and of riding."

"I fear that you have destroyed the meaning of honor, Eragon," he replied, speaking the Ancient Language," Do not think I will so easily turn. I am not any slave of Galbatorix, as you may think. I am his apprentice. I am no longer bound by oaths to his rule, a mistake he made in a mad fit. I am a free Rider."

"Then why do you insist on being bound here? Why not join me and destroy the one who once made you a slave?" Eragon replied in the same language.

"I would gladly join you, but my slaver decided that I should swear oaths of alliance and fealty to Thorn, who is bound to the Dark King."

Eragon swore. Galbatorix had crossed the line. "Why does your face glow?"

"Thorn's eldunarí is a part of my every being. In a matter of days my skin will not be so. Please now, I wish not to speak with one who my dragon has sworn against his will to defeat, whether Galbatorix be alive or dead. Go."

Eragon felt sympathy for his half-brother, and so he left. It was a horrible thought, to be bound to the very person you dislike the most.

Do not forget, Murtagh said that whether Galbatorix were alive or dead, Thorn would always be bound, Saphira replied to Eragon's thoughts.

Cursing, Eragon climbed on her back for a ride. He needed to clear his mind.

He needed to find a way to unbind Thorn.