I'm updating! Woo Hooo! Love yall! Thank you for reviewing my story. Had Scholar's Bowl tonight (Tuesday) I got ripped off! The question was what story has the charactor of a cookie that can't be caught by anyone, save for the fox? I buzzed in and answered The Ginger Bread MAN! Wrong, it's the Ginger Bread BOY! What is the Flippin's difference? And, when was there a ginger bread BOY? O.o

Eragon POV

I crouched down on the cliff side and watched the water closly outside of the gates of Moria. The Fellowship will be along any day now as winter's grip grows. But, then again, I am near Carahdras, and a cruel man he is. I was here for one reason, my daughters.

I had, long ago, dreamed a dream of this very cliff side and watched as an elf, two men, a wizard, a dwarf, and four little hobbits and my two daughters hurried along the over grown beaten path. I watched, helplessly as they were attacked by an unseen watcher. I watched horrified as Selena was yanked under the surface and the water change to the scarlet blood of my eldest child. I was not going to allow my daughter to be killed.

I heard a quiet crunch. They were here. I watched them come down the path as I lifted my hood to cover my face. I lept down with the agility of an elf, for I am mostly one. I hid in the shadows of one of the tall, silver trees that wrapped around the magical gate of Moria. I watched and listenned for the right moment.

"What does it say Gandalf?" Islanzadi asked as she scrutinized the glymphs apon the door beside the silver blonde haired elf.

"It says, young Islanzadi, 'Speak friend and enter.'" the old wizard, Gandalf the Grey, replied "The answer is simple, if you are a friend, speak the password and you may be granted entrance."

"Then what is the password, Gimli?" a young red headed hobbit asked the dwarf who twirled the tip of his reddish blonde beard.

"I would tell you if I knew, but, alas, I do not." the dwarf, Gimli, replied in kind. Several of the hobbits groaned in disappointment.

"Open!" Gandalf comanded, nothing. I began to think. I had grown to love riddles as much as Orik and Saphira. Speak friend and enter. I mused.

The answer is to speak friend, Eragon. Sometimes the riddle is the answer. Saphira answered after several moments of silent thinking. It made sense. I whispered the elven word for friend. Nothing happend to the doors, but the elf man that travelled with the group cocked his head in confusion, Selena and Islanzadi also tipped their heads as if they heard something. I was silent for several minutes. Then I spoke the dwarven word for friend in an even quieter whisper. They didn't notice this time. I sighed silently, giving up.

"Gandalf, what of the password is 'friend'?" a small hobbit with thick curly hair asked the old wizard. A light sparked in his eyes.

"Ah, of course! I should have realized that." the old man chuckled "Mellon!" he comanded and a silver light lit up the doors and a loud creaking signalled their openning. Mellon was not the elven word for friend, but then again, these were different elves. The hobbits cried out in excitement while the men and elf hesitated to approach it.

"I perfer it in there than out here, I feel as if something is watchin' me from the water." a pudgy hobbit said "Come, Master Frodo, let us get inside."

"I agree, Samwise, something does seem amiss with the water." a man with long, dark hair and grey eyes said as he slowly followed the rest into the mines. I waited. The dwarf cried out in sorrow and shock.

"Goblins!" the elf hissed

"This is no mine, this is a tomb!" the other man cried out as they fled from the mines. The loose soil slid under Selena's feet as she skidded to a stop, causing her to fall. Quick as lightening, a slimy arm shot out of the water and wrapped around her ankle. She cried out in shock as it jerked her to the water. The others were frozen in shock, but I wasn't. I shot from my hiding place and swung Brisingr, hacking off the extruding limb from my daughter.

"Get back!" I hissed in her ear before shoving her towards Islanzadi. a second tentacle wrapped itself around the hobbit, Frodo.

"Frodo!" the dark haired man cried out as the blonde elf shot arrow after arrow at the beast. Frodo hung from his ankle in the air.

"Ahhh!" he cried out in terror. The man whipped out a glinting, silver sword and lept into the water as the elf man ran along one of the many arms of the monster, shooting arrows as he went then hacking off limbs with two long knives, releasing Frodo and another hobbit. They fell into the water and the second man dove under the surface to rescue them. He prevailed! He tossed the little men up onto the shore while I sliced off two more arms. The elf lept gracefully back onto the land and joined us as we escaped inside of the mines. My hood had fallen during the fight, revealing my identity. My daughters tackled me in an embrace.

"Father!" they cried out in joy. I laughed as I hugged them back. but the danger had yet to cease.

"Come. We must continue before it is to late." I declared, knowing we were not alone.

Haha! So, well... I did this chapter before the chapter(s) before it... So, well.