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Okay now we get to Eragon's sword training. And I promise you all he will have a harder time than in the books.

Eragon: Wait what?

Now on to the chapter!*

Eragon lunged toward Brom and slashed at his neck but, Brom blocked the attack with ease, Brom swung his sword at Eragon's arm but Eragon just blocked it. He kicked at Brom but, he swung down and stopped his sword at his leg.

"You have just lost your leg boy! You rarely kick out like that in a one on one match since you would loose your leg!"

Eragon swung downwards toward the old mans but, was countered and lost part of his hand in the process. The old man was too quick for him. Every time he swung toward him he was always hit by the old man no matter how fast or "fancy" his moves were. The group was watching with a blank expression. Almost as if they expected nothing more.

For 10 minutes they battled with Eragon always getting hit by Brom. When they were done Eragon threw his stick in the fire.

"No boy!"

The old man said. He quickly retrieved the stick and made sure it wasn't on fire by stamping on it then putting it in a bag. Everyone heard a weird noise coming from Saphira. Eragon asked her.

'What's wrong with you?'

'It's funny to see you get beaten by the old one.' She said.

It took Eragon a minute to understand that she was laughing at him. He was in a very bad mood from this experience. Aragorn stood up and shook his head.

"Eragon. You should never underestimate your opponent no matter how old they are. I have a good example for you. How old do you think I am?"

The boy looked at Aragorn till he said.

"Late 30's or early 40's?"

Aragorn shook his head.

"50?"

Again he shook his head.

"60?"

Aragorn shook his head and said.

"I'm 112."

Suddenly he stood up taller and looked more fair than they could have thought. Eragon and Brom both looked at him in shock. They were amazed how so suddenly Aragorn seemed to change from a mere Ranger to something that seemed much more stronger, wiser, and more powerful.

"No way…you don't look more than somewhere in your 40's at the latest…"

Eragon said to him. Brom looked again at Aragorn and studied him. Now that he actually looked at him he seemed to look more…different…he looked like a King fair and tall that has arrived on a land full of lesser mortals that did not deserve to have someone like him walk in these lands. But, the moment passed when Aragorn shook himself and he once again looked like the Ranger they knew.

"I am one of the Dunedain Rangers of the North. The last surviving members of the fallen kingdom of Arnor. A descendant of Numenor that is blessed with long life who's blood runs true from the Numenorians of old. But, I'm not the oldest one here though."

Aragorn said.

"You're not? Then who is Faramir, Gimli, Eomer?"

The boy asked looking at the group wondering if in this Middle-Earth people could live to be hundreds of years and only look like they were 40-60 years old.

"No. Gimli is actually 52 years older than me. So he's 164 which is not yet old for a Dwarf but, still old. Faramir is 61 which is a good age of a Man on Gondor and Eomer is 53."

Aragorn had said. When he finished that led to Eragon's question about the Elf.

"How old are you then Legolas?"

Then within a second he was whacked from the stick Brom has pulled out from his bag faster than you could say 'jackrabbit' and hit Eragon as hard as he could in the head.

"Foolish boy! You never ask an Elf how old they are! Elves have always and forever will be a mysterious race. Asking an Elf how old they are is one of the greatest insults you could say to them! They mostly get offended when they are asked about personal information!"

Eragon looked murderously at Brom for hitting him without giving him a warning. But, then he thought that the way Brom nearly shouted at him it must've been a great offense. And he felt ugly for asking and looked downcast. Legolas simply said.

"Brom I do not have a problem with him asking me of my age. I am going to be 3,000 years old in about four months from tomorrow. That is if I have not lost my reckoning in the days from Middle-Earth."

Eragon looked at his friend with his shock.

"That's impossible! You can't be 3,000 years old. I mean I know you are an Elf but, that's just un-believable! You don't look a day past your early 20's!"

Brom gave a heavy sigh and said irritably.

"Didn't I tell you all Elves are immortal? They can live for centuries and for eternity if they did not grow weary of the world or die from a wound in battle or magical accidents at their own home."

Legolas went away from the group and stood next to Saphira staring at the stars. Aragorn cleared his throat and said.

"Okay Eragon to make sure you learn your skills properly here is how your sword training will go down. But, wait Brom there are seven days in a week here correct?"
The old man nodded.

"Yes. Why?"

"Just making sure. Now this will be your training schedule. The first day of the week you shall train with Brom to show you moves that are familiar with this land, the second day you shall train with Faramir to help you with your speed since amongst us besides Legolas he is the fastest of us with the sword, the third day you shall work with Eomer to help with your defense against foes. He will show you how to move your feet, the fourth you shall work with Gimli and he shall help you to work with other weapons like a daggers and axes along with going against enemies that may wield axes for not everyone uses a sword, the fifth you shall work with Legolas with your archery and to learn some of the techniques of the Elves that will help you if you go against a graceful opponent, the sixth day you shall work by yourself without us watching you to practice and refine as many skills as you can within a two hour time limit, and the seventh you shall fight against me to show your progress over the past week. I shall be going over everything you learned from the past week. Does that sound like a good schedule Brom?"

Brom smiled with a satisfactory smile.

"That is much better than I hoped. I was going to ask you guys if you could help me. I thank you for your help. He should get as much training as he can. Now let us go and get some sleep. We have another long day tomorrow."

They all nodded and went to sleep except, for Legolas whom was talking with Saphira.

'Saphira…I've been sensing danger drawing near. It is faint but my instincts are telling me that something deadly is going to happen to one of us.'

He said to her. Every since they had left Therinsford he felt an evil it was faint but, it kept growing. He only felt something like this once…when they left Lothlorien all those years ago. He hoped his senses were wrong since the last time this happened a friend and a warrior died. He did not want anyone to die like how Boromir did. He could have helped him but, he was too slow…

'Legolas do not let the past dwell heavy on your heart. You did all you could at that time. Now let us get some sleep.'

She then curled her tail around Eragon and put her wing over him like a mother dragon would do to her child. Legolas jumped gracefully and silently away to where he slept in his bag. He looked up at the sky and said.

"Varda please let my senses be wrong for once."

And with that he fell asleep.

*And we're done with this chapter. Sorry it's taking so long. Work is a killer since school is almost starting and I'm wrapping it up there. But, I wonder why Legolas sounds guilty about Boromir dying. Do you know why? Because I don't!*