Lord of the Rings cross with Eragon
A/N: I thought of this randomly so if you hate it please tell me.
The horses surrounded Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. One rider passed through the rest. The man sitting on it took off his helmet.
"What business does an elf, a man, and dwarf have here?" he said.
"Give me your name horse master and I shall give you mine," Gimli said.
The man dismounted his steed.
"I would cut off your head if it was higher off the ground," the man said.
Legolas whipped out his bow and knocked and arrow.
"I would kill you before your sword even fell."
Aragorn stood in between the two. He gently pushed down Legolas's bow. Suddenly, just over the hill, was a small explosion. All the men looked in the direction.
"What was that?" one man on his horse asked.
The man, Eomer, looked Legolas and Aragorn from head to foot.
"You two," he said pointing to Legolas and Aragorn, "Go see what that was. If you come back with information you all may leave."
The two glanced at each other and started up the hill.
The dust cleared and Tari was able to see again. Her dragon, Napolde, was sitting by her.
"Ok remind me never to transport like that ever again," Tari said to her purple dragon.
"Yeah. I don't want you hurting yourself," replied the dragon inside Tari's mind.
"Man am I exhausted."
Tari sat on the grass and took out a piece of dried meat. Suddenly Napolde went invisible.
"Beware people are approaching," came the voice.
Tari stood and drew her knives that were in her belt. She took up a defensive position, even though she still had not recovered her strength. Two men rounded the top of the hill. They saw her and tensed. Tari decided she was too weak to fight but she had just enough strength to run. Knowing her dragon would follow her she turned and ran. She heard the distinct hiss of an arrow. A second later she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder.
As they rounded the top of the hill Aragorn and Legolas saw a girl. She was dressed in a simple tunic and pants. Over the top was simple leather armor. Apparently she thought them a bigger threat and she turned and ran. Legolas immediately jumped into action. He knocked and released an arrow in a second. It hit the girl exactly where he wanted to. The girl cried out in pain and collapsed onto the ground. Legolas and Aragorn approached their prey.
"Tari, what do you need me to do? Tari!"
Her dragon's voice echoed in her head.
"Nothing. I can stand."
She stood and started to run again. The footsteps got quicker. Then she heard the hiss of another arrow. She swung around off to the left. The arrow missed her by an inch. She kept on running. The bleeding in her arm just kept coming.
"I'll have to stop in a minute if I can't get this bleeding under control," she thought to her companion.
Then without warning one of her pursuers was in front of her. She stopped. She stared panting and gripping her shoulder. She couldn't handle the annoyance anymore. She reached behind her shoulder and grasped the arrow. Without thinking about the pain she yanked the arrow out of her shoulder. The pain made her tremble. She looked at her pursuers. Then a sharper pain hit her shoulder. She grimaced and fell to her knees. She had no strength to fight the strong hands that picked her off the ground.
The girl grimaced and fell to her knees. Legolas stepped forward and picked her up off the ground supporting her on his shoulder. They made their way back to the horse ring.
"We found her on the other side of the hill. She ran when she saw us," Aragorn explained.
Legolas laid her on the ground. When he let her head down her hair moved away from her ears. They were pointed, but not as sharply as his.
"Aragorn, she's part elf," he said to his friend.
Aragorn bent down to inspect. He stood up puzzled. Without saying anything he grabbed a few clean clothes from his pack. He bent down and flipped the girl over. He moved her shirt from her shoulder and started to wrap the wound.
Tari felt the hands and the bandages on her back. She panicked and swung her body around hitting whoever was behind her in the face. She stared up at the ring of horses and men and curled up. The man she punched looked surprised. He had a bruise on the side of his face starting to form. One of the men approached and put his spear to her throat. She felt rage boil from within her.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Why should I answer?" she retorted making the guy madder.
"Because if you don't I will kill you," he answered.
"Tari. I'm from a place you probably never even heard of. What do want from me?"
"Where you the one who made that noise over there?"
"Probably. Transporting is not a quiet technique."
"What are you?" a man said.
Tari looked closer. She saw the ears and the fairness of his skin. He was an elf.
"I am a Rider. If that means anything to you."
He looked at her perplexed.
"What are you going to do with me?" Tari asked.
"We'll let her go with us. No need for you to trouble over her," the man she hit said.
"Why?" asked a dwarf she had not noticed.
"I have a feeling she has some information that will help us with our quest," he answered.
Someone came forward with ropes and two horses. They bound her hands.
"What are your names? I would like to know the names of my captors," Tari asked.
"Aragorn," said the guy she had hit.
"Gimli," said the dwarf.
"Legolas," said the elf.
She nodded. She was lifted onto a horse. I could have done it! She thought. Aragorn mounted behind her. Gimli and Legolas were on the other horse. Tari leaned forward and entered the horses mind. It was a calm horse. She relaxed and came back to her own mind setting up blocks, except for one.
"Little One are you alright?" Napolde asked.
"Yes, but my shoulder hurts. When we stop I will take care of it. Just please tell me if you are going to hunt," Tari said.
Aragorn eased the horse into a canter. Legolas and Gimli followed close behind. The gait of the horse jarred her shoulder. The pain made her faint and dizzy. Her pack, which hung at her shoulder, held her food and painkillers. She reached for it. Aragorn's hand caught her wrist.
"Don't try anything," he warned.
"But my food is there," Tari complained.
"Wait till we stop."
They were heading for a tower of smoke. Tari got a very uneasy feeling.
She woke on the ground. Her hands were still bound. Her pack was a few feet from her. Time to eat, she thought. She sat up and reached for the pack. It was inches away from her fingers when the rope went taut. That was when she was pegged to the ground. She gave up and looked around at her surroundings. There was a big black pile of bodies about the center of the little inlet. The three were looking around for something. Suddenly her shoulder flared with pain.
"Be careful will you. That hurt," Tari thought.
"Sorry, I forgot about that."
"It's okay. I really need my bag can you get it for me."
Tari heard the soft thumps of her friend's huge paws. Her bag came into reach. She snatched it and went digging for the food and a potion called lavender nectar. She found the items she needed and closed the bag. She ate the meat. Slowly and gingerly she peeled off the bandages. Taking the lavender nectar, which was actually a blend of different herbs for numbing an area, she opened the vile and put a little into her hand. She rubbed the liquid on her wound. Without hesitation she stitched up the wound since she still didn't have enough energy for healing herself the usual way. When she finished she bandaged the wound and put the medicine back in the bag. Aragorn approached her. He reached down and untied the rope that tied her to the peg.
"Come," he said, "We're going in the forest."
Tari stood and followed him. He tied the rope to the saddle. They started off into the forest. With the first glimpse of the interior of the forest Tari warned her friend.
"Don't try to come in here. It's way too crowded. I'll keep you up to speed."
Her dragon gave her an uneasy thought. A feeling began to tug on Tari. There was an ancient power in the forest. More numerous than humans and more long lived than the elves. Suddenly a new more newer power tugged on her insides. Soon the three in front stopped.
"I think we should head east," Tari yelled forward.
"I hate to say this, but she is right. It's safer to go east," Legolas said.
So they headed east. After a while Legolas stopped again and whispered something to Aragorn.
"Stay here," he mouthed to Tari.
She nodded and moved closer to the horse. The three rounded the corner. Tari waited for the three to come back. She looked up when she heard them. They were in a good mood. Then she felt the power coming. She saw an old man dressed in pure white and carried a staff. He looked in her eyes and she felt her mind being penetrated. She quickly threw up blocks to stop the attack. A shocked expression crossed the man's face.
"Aragorn, who is this?" the man asked.
"Her name is Tari. We captured her earlier yesterday," Aragorn answered.
The man looked dissatisfied with this answer.
"Where do you come from?" the man asked Tari.
"Alagaeisia. Far from here. Many do not know of it," she answered feeling that this was invaluable.
"Where did you learn to block to block your mind like that? I've never met anyone more skilled in all my life," the man inquired.
"My teacher taught me. He name was Brom. He was killed while defending my teammate," she answered unable to stop herself.
"Let her go! Now!" the man ordered.
Tari and the others were surprised.
"Get moving!"
Legolas came over and cut Tari's bonds. She rubbed her wrists. She didn't run.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Gandalf. Brom was an old friend of mine. It grieves me greatly to hear of his death. But life must move on. It is not good to dwell upon the dead. I am curious who is your teammate?" Gandalf explained.
"Eragon and Sapphira. We were making out way to the great forest of Du Weldenvarden when the spell went wrong and I ended here. I have no idea where he is," Tari answered.
The three stared at the two talking like they old friends.
"Wait, Gandalf how do you know her?" Aragorn asked after a while.
"Not personally but her teacher was an old friend of mine. She is of no danger to us," Gandalf answered.
"Gandalf do you mind if I travel with you? I want to find Eragon before I go on," Tari asked.
The four nodded their consent. Tari smiled her thanks. She started walking for the edge of the wood.
"Where are you going?" asked Gandalf.
"You're not the only one who can break into people's minds," she said.
When they finally broke through the trees Tari could not help but leap for joy. She whistled and laughed. The weird thing was that a golden mare came cantering towards her. The four looked at her in surprise. Without a second thought Gandalf whistled. Shadowfax, a pure white stallion, came cantering to him. They all laughed. Tari vaulted onto the mare and started for Rohan.
When they entered the city they were met with wary stares. The whole city was silent. Tari couldn't help the feeling of dread.
"What do you think it is?" Tari thought to Napolde.
"I have no clue. Be careful whatever you find."
"Promise."
They dismounted the horses and ascended the steps. Guards bared their way from entering the palace.
"Leave your weapons here, or do not enter," one guard said.
Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, and Gandalf gave up their swords, bows, and knives.
"I'll wait outside," Tari said feeling great evil in the hall.
The others looked at her in puzzlement. But they stepped through the door. Tari also got the sense of great suffering within the walls of the palace. She could not help but feel the need to heal this suffering. She walked along outside the walls. In one place the feeling was very strong. She concentrated said a few choice words and fazed through the wall. A women was there tending an injured man.
"Shhhh. Don't yell please I mean you no harm," Tari said gently.
She approached the figure on the bed in front of her.
"What is wrong with this man?" she asked.
"He has serious wounds and they are not healing fast enough," the women answered, "He will most likely die soon."
"Not if I can help it. I will need food and water. Please can you fetch them for me? I will diagnose here while you get those things," Tari told her.
The women went. Tari undid the bandages enclosing the wounds. They were deep and long. Tari thought back to when Eragon had heeled an elf. These wounds were almost the same as those. Tari gathered her strength. The woman came in and gave Tari those things.
"Thank you,' she said.
Eating part of the bread Tari began the process of healing the man in front of her. The wound healed from the deepest part up. Soon the skin closed over the first wound. Tari ate the rest of the bread and drank some water. Then started again on the other wound. When she finished she was breathing heavily and had the urge to sleep. The woman stared at her in amazement and joy.
"He has lost a lot of blood but he will live," Tari told the woman.
The woman ran out of the room with joy. Soon her companions and what looked like the king came into the room along with a young woman. The king went over to the man. Her companions came over to her. The king turned around and saw her.
"You have saved my son! You have saved him," the king said.
Gandalf looked at her in a peculiar way. A look that said you-will-explain-this-later.
After a few nights rest and good food Tari was able to finally explore the castle. She wandered through the halls and learned much from the people who worked there. One day Tari woke up with a strange feeling in her stomach. She walked into the entrance hall. Nothing unusual was there. When she stepped outside a strange chill traveled up her spine. The elf part of her was awakening. Tari had mixed parents. Her mother was an elf and her father was human. When she became a Rider her elf side became prevalent. Tari looked out over the plain leading to the city. Horses were galloping towards them. When the riders entered the city Tari saw a face she knew well. Eragon was slumped in the front of someone in the saddle. Tari saw a dark liquid dripping off his forehead. She rushed over and took her friend from the saddle. He was conscious but just barely.
"Tari? Is that really you?" he asked an a whisper.
"Yes, it's me. Eragon where is Sapphira?" Tari answered.
"She is right above us."
"Napolde is near. I'll get them both to land in the plain. There is some medicine in there that will help with your wounds."
Eragon had a huge gash on his head. He also had a bad wound on his shoulder. Tari gently lay him down on the ground.
"Stay here and whatever you see do not shoot at it."
The guard looked at her in confusion but he told his toon to go tell the sentries her orders. Tari ran into the field calling her dragon to go find Sapphira. They met her in the field just outside the city. As Sapphira landed Tari noticed the figure tied to her belly.
"Oh no I forgot about Arya!" Tari said out loud.
She turned back to the city and whistled. Tari went to Arya. She had a high fever and her face was paling. From behind came hoof beats. She turned to see her mare approaching. Deftly she untied Arya. She grabbed the medical bags from both dragons. They both took off and flew away. Her mare stopped. Quickly Tari draped Arya over the mares back and vaulted onto the mares back.
"Be quick."
The mare turned and galloped to the city. When Tari she jumped off the horse and lay Arya on the ground next to Eragon. He turned his head to look at her.
"Tari is she going to be okay?" he asked.
"I can't answer that. I have to make an antidote for the poison. I finally found the flower that counteracts the toxin. But I also have to take care of you,' she answered.
"Take care of Arya first," he said.
Tari nodded. She dug in the bag for two small purple flowers. She ground them and poured them into a small bowl filled with a little water. Quickly she found a potion she had made before. Dumping the water flower mixture into it the color changed to a dull purple. Mixing it a little Tari took hold of Arya's head and gently poured the fluid down her throat.
"Legolas can you make a bed for her in the castle. She will need to rest for now," Tari asked the elf.
Legolas nodded and ran off to the castle. Tari went over to Eragon. His face was paling as well. Tari took the lilac nectar and poured some over the wounds.
"You just had to get into trouble didn't you?" Tari said jokingly.
"Just like before Brom died. I loved those times. Now they aren't going to happen anymore. We're growing up," he said.
Tari just looked at him. He winced when she started to wrap the wound. She was as gentle as she could be. When she was done she hefted Arya's body and brought her inside. When she went back out Eragon was slowly making his way to the castle. Tari went back inside. She was in the hall when Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn stopped her.
"I think it's time to tell us the truth," Aragorn said.
Tari sighed and nodded.
"We are Riders which means we have dragons. The dragons are our companions. They help us and comfort us. They are our friends for as long as we live. Eragon and I come from a land called Alagaesia there is a war going on there. We were transporting to the elven forest when the spell went wrong. We ended up here instead where there is an even greater evil. We will stay as long as this evil infests the land," Tari explained.
The three in front of her said nothing. The door opened behind her. She turned and saw Eragon stumbling through the door. Tari went over to him to help him.
"You can take my bed for now. I have some stuff to do. Besides I can always sleep with the dragons," she told him.
She helped him to the room where she slept. She laid him down and told him to rest. When she exited the building the three were no where to be found. Tari sighed. The secret was out and it felt good.
"What's going to happen next?" she thought to her best friend.
"I don't know. We are going to be here a while aren't we?" Napolde answered.
"I'm afraid so. Both Eragon and Arya have to heel. By then we might be caught up on a fight. It's too peaceful here for there not to be fighting. The enemy knows that we are here. I feel that he doesn't consider us a threat but still it's uncomforting."
"I feel it too. Be careful we don't know who is a spy or not," then realizing her mistake Tari could feel her dragon laughing.
"I just hope the enemy decides to attack later. That's all we can hope for now a days."
Suddenly Tari felt a presence behind her. She tensed and spun behind the person grabbing his arm in the process and bringing it behind his back. Tari realized that it was Legolas. She let him go.
"Sorry. I have this thing with people sneaking up on me," she apologized.
Legolas just nodded and rubbed his shoulder.
"I've never seen anyone move so fast," he said.
"Years of practice."
"I've been practicing since I was a child and I still can't move like that."
"It's the technique. It takes at least three years to learn and practice it properly. The principle is to make yourself feel lighter than you are and since you are lighter with the same muscle mass you run faster. I've also learned to sense my surroundings rather than rely on sight alone. For example: there three people in that house over there."
She pointed and Legolas looked. He walked over and peeked through the window. He came back more amazed.
"I'm sorry again. It was just survival," Tari said.
"I'm curious, you were standing here doing nothing but I could tell from your body language that you were doing something. What were you doing?"
"I was talking with my dragon. We have a mental bond that we can communicate through. We are mentally attached so to speak. And yes dragons are intelligent creatures."
Legolas smiled. It was the first smile she had seen out of him in days. Tari sensed someone coming for the two of them. Sensing deeper she saw that it was Aragorn. He walked over and greeted them.
"Little One get out on the fields as quickly as possible! I need to talk to you and Aiedail is beginning to glow!" Tari heard in her head from the dragon.
Without taking the time to explain Tari ran past the two men and sprinted to the gate. Once outside the gates she made her way out into the open well away from the city. Napolde dropped out of the sky. Her sword, Aiedail, was glowing brightly. Immediately she unsheathed the sword and stood ready to fight.
"Where is the danger?" she asked her dragon.
"Somewhere in the forest, it is moving closer to the city," Napolde answered. Tari turned to face the danger.
"How many?"
"Two"
Tari tensed.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Napolde I want you to take off and stay in the air no matter what happens. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but why?"
"It's the Ra'zac."
Napolde went into the air and quickly ascended to unbelievable heights. Tari faced the terror in the forest. Out of the forest came two cloaked figures. A slight hissing filled the air. Tari drew her sword. It glowed a faint purple in the mid-afternoon sunlight.
"Where are the blue dragon and the passenger it carried along with its owner," one of the Ra'zac hissed.
"Like I'm going to answer that," Tari answered.
"You're going to wish you did," the other said.