Begins on page 651 in Eldest. Spoiler alert! I will be using some excerpts of Eldest mixed into my creation. None of this story material is mine, it's C.P.'s, yadda yadda yaa.
You cannot hope to compete with me," said Murtaugh. "No one can, except for Galbatorix." Walking up to Eragon, he pointed his sword at Eragon's neck, prickling his skin. Eragon resisted the impulse to flinch. "It would be so easy to take you back to Urubaen."
Eragon gazed deep into his eyes. "Don't. Let me go."
"You just tried to kill me."
"You would have done the same."
"Actually, I would just have killed you in the beginning. But unfortunately, Galbatorix needs S- we already went through this," Murtaugh sighed, seeing a crowd of roughly twenty elves racing towards the four of them. "Under normal circumstances, I would have let you go, telling Galbatorix I attempted to capture you. Unfortunately again for you, your oh so faithful compainons are coming, and I want to save my own neck. So," Murtaugh said sword still at Eragon's neck.
"You can either come with me willingly, or I can just simply kill you, and in extension your dragon. Simple choice." Eragon's brow furrowed, remembering Murtaugh's words. "Saphira is the only female dragon in existance. If she breeds-." He couldn't let his dragon die, he'd just have to escape. Eragon let out a loud groan and said clearly, "Vel einradhin iet ai Shur'tugal." Upon my word as a rider.
"Excellent!" Muraugh grinned, "I knew you'd see it our way." Not that he had much of a choice. Murtaugh sheithed his sword and neutralized the spells intact with Eragon and his partner. The elves were quickly advancing, and all four of them noticed it. "We must leave," Murtaugh stated, leaving no room for discussion. The new rider mounted his dragon, and motioned for Eragon to do the same.
The elves were dangerously close now, withing arching range. They held back, not preparing to attack. Eragon quickly got on Saphira, not wanting to break his vow, knowing what would be to follow. Thorn spread his already massive wings and pushed off, creating a wind vortex below. Saphira did the same, trying to take off more impressively than Thorn had. The elves started to yell, when Eragon realized something. 'He was willingly leaving with Murtaugh. They didn't know the circumstances he was held between. This looks rather discriminating, now all of the Varden believe him guilty of treason. The only positive side of this horrible situation was that Arya might miss him. Back with Saphira, Eragon snorted. He was worried about Arya when at this exact moment, he was being taken to Urubaen to meet Galbatorix himself, to join him and his ruthless cause.
After what seemed to be hours, but only added up to an hour, Murtaugh landed by a small stream. Eragon hadn't even seen it from his point, though he was glad Murtaugh did. Saphira landed a good distance away from Thorn, intimadated by the male dragon. Eragon bent down at the stream, cupping his hands to hold water. He then noticed that Murtaugh wasn't moving towards the stream, but him.
Eragon stood, preparing for a lecture about the Empire. He was suprised when Murtaugh was still walking, not stopping until their noses almost touched. In one swift motion, Murtaugh grapped Zar'roc and flug it, making it easily stick to the tree beside Thorn. Eragon started to protest, feeling empty without it. Murtaugh only replied, "Zar'roc should have gone to his older son, not younger." With a cruel smile, Murtaugh jogged over to Thorn, getting on. Leaving Eragon shocked. Not being able to comprehend. "Liar!" Eragon shouted as Thorn rose, with Murtaugh ontop. "Eragon," Saphira said weakly into his mind, "Eragon, we must follow."