Author's Note: (from the Author, who for the people who read the first version of chapter three, is never to be mentioned as Lady Voldemort plus nose and hair again, that was extremely inappropriate of me, and I am extremely apologetic about that, but anyways, the actual author's note!) Hello again, people! Wow! Four and a half reviews for chapter 3 alone! That's great (The half review is from someone who didn't notice that Skaterofthebooks isn't the author)! Anyway, thanks to AwesomeDragonGirl, LockDaisy, Heather Testermanheather, live-love-learn-laugh, and DonDulan. Also, I'm sorry that chapters 1-4 are so short. Longer ones are coming, I promise! So anyway, enjoy, review, tell your friends! COOKIES!

Now from me, I noticed that we accidentally are no longer putting up a disclaimer, so this is for this chapter, and the past two, neither one of us are Christopher Paolini (last time I checked, we weren't even male!) So as some random person said, who I don't know, "I won nothing! I am disclaimer!"

Another thing from me, thank you those who have story alerted/favorited this story, it means a lot to both of us!

Anyway, on with the story!


Chapter 4 – Obsidian

It seems to take forever to get through the endless-mountain-waterfall-tunnel. We stop at another set of hidden doors on the side of the hall, which open to a too-small-for-dragons-room. Strange-short-Dalome shows Caesar, Calypso-Caesar's-sister, and elf-Lanadra-ebrithil in and closes the door. I am slightly alarmed until they come out soon after. I lick the air.

Caesar, you're actually clean.

Shut up, Obsidian.

I laugh, startling Dalome, who jumps about his own height into the air.

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At the end of the mountain-waterfall-tunnel, I see another set of enormous-stone-doors. Dalome stops us. "Calypso, Caesar, Silba, Obsidian, we are about to enter Tronjheim, the great dwarf city. Tonight you shall rest, and tomorrow evening will be your formal Presentation."

"What do you mean, Presentation?" Caesar asks.

"You will go before the Riders and dragons currently in Tronjheim, and Eragon-elda, Saphira-elda, Arya Drottningu, and Fírnen-elda will be watching, though you won't see them. It is at the Presentation that you show off flying and swordplay skills, and earn the most basic Gifts. The rest shall be explained in time. Now, on we go – we don't want to keep people waiting, do we?"

Two dwarf-guards open the enormous-stone-doors, and I am awestruck. Within big-mountain-Farthen Dur is a mountain-city-Tronjheim, as tall as some of the mountains of the Spine in itself. Before I have time to say anything about it, though, Dalome speaks: "Come – let's go to the Dragonhold. You can pick out rooms, and then get something to eat while we prepare them."

Caesar and I pick a room-cave-in-the-wall with just enough space for me, Caesar's belongings, a small table and stool, and Caesar's cot. There is another room-cave next to it that is a little bigger which is chosen by Calypso-Caesar's-sister and Silba-Calypso's-dragon. There are curtains drawn over some of the room-caves, but we don't actually see any dragons or Riders other than Silba, Calypso, Lanadra-ebrithil, and Rimume-ebrithil.

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We eat in a long mess hall filled with short-courteous-dwarves, but still don't see any other dragons or Riders. Even Rimume-ebrithil and Lanadra-ebrithil aren't present. A dwarf-chef brings large salads, bread, cooked mushrooms, milk, and small glasses of wine for Caesar-the-partner-of-my-heart and Calypso. Two pairs of other dwarves follow, carrying a dead deer each for Silba and me. The deer is delicious, and Caesar's joy at having something other than vegetable or berry stew to eat, even if it was still vegetarian, is obvious. The meal is finished quickly. Maybe we should get back… Calypso yawns. We need to be awake tomorrow for the Presentation… So we return to the Dragonhold.


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