A/N Hey everyone! Hehehehe, wine gums are nice! Mwahahaha! Well, I had lots
of nice reviews! And I've had sugar too, so his chapter, well towards the
end will be some what sugyfied! Hahaha, that's a new word for me! Sugyfied!
Sugyfied! Sugyfied!
I was going to do this yesterday, but I went to my Nan's in Yorkshire, Hehehehe, I love going to see her! Though my grandad wasn't there as he passed away in January, but it was good to see her again. Anyways, on with the show!
~Reviewers~
Dishrag1313~ Thanks! Your reviews are so funny! I enjoy reading them!!! You have really cheered me up.
Kanaylle~ You haven't read LOTR 0_0! Nah, only joking. But I'm really glad you like! Yeah, I am really trying my best to keep the characters from going too OOc! And yeah, I try to explain everything fully. Thanks to my trusty copies of LOTR and Eragon!!! I couldn't live without them. Anyways, glad you like!
Fuji the Hobbit~ Thanks, Eragon is one of my favourite books and while reading it I noticed how similar some of the things in it were to LOTR, so I thought I'd write about both my fave books!! Thanks, I try to explain as much as possible for those who haven't read Eragon.
eVIL oVERLORD ~ Eragon is a book by Christopher Poalini, so no it doesn't exist in Middle earth because it's a crossover with LOTR! And this is not a Marty-Stu at all! So if you don't like it, don't read it! It's as simple as that!
Kitten =^_^= ~ Hehe, cute kitty! Sorry, anyways, yeah it is a great fantasy, well it will be!
Agar ~ Hey, it's a great story isn't it? I just can't wait for Eldest! Yeah, there's something about the evil ones, they're cool!
Pazazz 21~ Yep, long chapters are good, I hope this one works out nice and long too, I got nice reviews so I'm gonna right a nice long chapter!
KimmyStarr~ Thanks! Arrh!, typing errors, I will try not to have too many, but thanks for pointing that out to me!
Jestofo~ Thanks.
Ok, thank you to all my lovely reviewers! I luv you all, and thank you so much for cheering me up and I hope you all like the next chapter!
Chapter 4~ Stories
"Legolas, come on! The entertainment is about to start! You will not want to miss this!" Eragon said excitedly leading him to the field where the traders camped. A ring of poles topped with candles had been stuck into the ground around a large clearing and bonfires blazed in the background. Villagers were gathered around the circle, waiting expectantly in the cold.
The audience roared with laughter as the plays were performed, they were full of jokes and ridiculous characters. A lot of what was going on Legolas did not understand. Though he watched closely as the bright tasselled clothes of the performers swung about in a riot of colour. He had to smile along with the humans, standing at the back of the crowd where he would not draw attention to himself as Eragon pushed to the front with the other youths.
Later, when the candles sputter in their sockets and the atmosphere was more relaxed and calm, did the old story teller step forward. Legolas gasped and prodded Eragon, leading him a little away from the crowd.
"What is it?" the boy asked when he saw the look on Legolas' face.
"I did not have time to tell you earlier, you were too preoccupied with what was going on. But that old man..." Legolas trailed off a little.
"Who Brom? The old story teller, I think I told you about him earlier didn't I?" said Eragon.
He nodded. "He knows who I am."
"What do you mean?" asked Eragon confused.
"I mean, I met him, when you went to dinner, on my way back to the wagon. He asked me if I had 'it'. I told him I did not know what he meant and retuned to the wagon," the Elf explained.
"I don't think he knew who you really were," said Eragon.
"What do you know about this Brom?" asked Legolas.
But Eragon's attention had returned to the circle of people and the story teller was beginning his tale. "Can we talk about this later?" without waiting for an answer, he hurried back to the crowd. Legolas followed.
Brom stood at the centre of the circle and began.
"The sands of time can not be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us."
He paused and his keen eyes inspected his audience. His gaze lingered on Eragon for a moment, before falling on Legolas. The Elf and the man just stared at each other across the crowd. Surprisingly, the human held the Elf's gaze for a long time before looking back at the crowd and continuing.
"Before your grandfathers' fathers were born, and yea, even before their fathers, the Dragon Riders were formed. To protect and guard was their mission, and for thousands of years they succeeded. Their prowess in battle was unmatched, for each had the strength of ten men. They were immortal unless blade or poison took them. For good only were their powers used, and under their tutelage tall cities and towers were built out of the living stone. While they kept peace, the land flourished. It was a golden time. The Elves were our allies."
He paused once more and his gaze fell back on Legolas.
"The Dwarves our friends. Wealth flowed into our cities, and men prospered. But weep... for it could not last."
Brom looked down sadly and his voice filled with sadness. Legolas was listening attentively. This story echoed what had happened long ago in Middle earth, dark times.
"Though no enemy could destroy them, they could not guard against themselves. And it came to pass at the height of their power that a boy, Galbatorix by name, was born in the province of Inzilbêth, which is no more. At ten he was tested, as was the custom, and it was found that great power resided in him. The Riders accepted him ads their own.
"Though their training he passed, exceeding all others in skill. Gifted with a sharp mind and strong body, he quickly took his place amongst the Riders' ranks. Some saw his abrupt rise as dangerous and warned the others, but the Riders had grown arrogant in their power and ignored caution. Alas, sorrow was conceived that day."
Legolas figured how this tale was going to end. He listened, taking in the story and processing it. Eragon listened eagerly. Brom continued.
"Galbatorix had foolishly taken a trip with two of his friends into Urgal territory. There, his friends and their dragons were killed, as was Galbatorix's dragon, shot through the heart with an arrow. The seeds of his madness were planted.
"Galbatorix wondered in the waste land in the North where his friends and their dragons had been slain, searching for death. But it would not come and soon Urgals and other monsters began to fear him and flee from him. He hoped that the Riders would give him another dragon and so began his journey all alone and on foot through the Spine which took him months. When he left the mountains he was found by a farmer who summoned the Riders who took him back to their holdings to heal him.
"When he was judged before a council, Galbatorix demanded another dragon to replace his lost one. but when they saw his madness and what he truly was, they denied his request. He them blamed them, through his madness, for the death of his dragon and brooded on that, formulating a plan to exact his revenge."
Brom's voice then dropped to a whisper and Legolas paid more attention to his next words.
"He found a sympathetic Rider and with persistence and reasoning along with the use of dark secrets learned form a Shade, he turned the Rider against the elders, and together they lured and killed an elder. Then Galbatorix turned on the other Rider and killed him as well with out warning. When the Riders found him, blood on his hands a scream tore from his lips and he fled into the night, though the Riders searched, they could not find him.
"Years he his in wasteland, but after a time, the Rider's search for him ceased and one day he stumbled upon a Rider by the name of Morzan. He had a weak mind, and Galbatorix persuaded him to leave a gate unbolted in the city of Ilirea, now Urû'baen, allowing Galbatorix to enter and steal a dragon hatchling.
"He and Morzan hid in an evil place that even the Riders dare not venture. Morzan entered into a dark apprenticeship learning secrets and forbidden magic that should never have been revealed. When his instruction was finished, and Galbatorix's black dragon Shruikan was fully grown, did he and Morzan reveal themselves to the world. They both fought and killed any Rider that they met and with each kill their strength grew. Twelve Riders joined Galbatorix out of a desire for power, and along with Morzan they became the Thirteen Foreworn. The Riders were unprepared and fell beneath the onslaught. The Elves too, fought bitterly against Galbatorix, but they too were over thrown and forced to flee to their secret places from whence they came."
Eragon turned to look at Legolas, but the Elf's face was expressionless. He then turned back to listening to Brom.
"Only Vrael, leader of the Dragon Riders could resist Galbatorix and the Forsworn. Ancient and wise, he struggled to save what he could and keep the remaining dragons from falling into Galbatorix's hands. In the last battle, before the gates of Dorú Areaba, Vrael defeated him and, but hesitated with the last blow. Galbatorix seized the moment and smote him in the side. Grievously wounded, Vrael fled top Utgard Mountain where he hoped to gather strength. But it was not to be, for Galbatorix found him. as they fought, Galbatorix kicked Vrael in the fork of his legs. With the underhanded blow he gained dominance over Vrael and removed his head with a blazing sword.
"Then a power rushed through his veins, Galbatorix anointed himself king over all Alagaësia. And from that day, he has ruled us."
Once Brom had finished his story, he shuffled away and Legolas swore he saw a tear glistening on his cheek. People muttered quietly to each other as they moved away. Legolas heard one man say "I have heard that story twice before, if the Empire knew Brom had told it, he would not liv to see another month."
"So, what do you think of that?" Eragon asked excitedly as they too moved away and made their way back to the wagon.
"it was interesting. Tell me, do you know of the secret lands that the Elves retreated to?" said Legolas. He hoped he could seek them out and could help he and Gimli get back on course for Valinor.
Eragon just laughed. "No body knows the secret places of the Elves! No body has seen one since they fled to their own lands! Here, take this back for Gimli," he handed Legolas the candy he had brought earlier.
Legolas sighed disappointedly. He must find a way of getting to Valinor, he did not want to be stuck here forever!
~*~
Legolas followed just behind Eragon and his Uncle and cousin, keeping to the shadows, not making a sound so that they would not notice him. he slipped silently into the barn.
He was greeted by a grumpy looking Gimli.
"Had a nice time did you Elf?" he said irritably.
He saw the look of jealousy on Gimli's face and smiled mischievously. "Yes actually. I found out quite a lot from the humans. And I have learnt a few interesting things about this place. Oh, and Eragon wanted me to give you this," he tossed the candy stick to the Dwarf who picked it up gingerly and sniffed it. "It wont poison you my friend, the humans call it candy. It tastes good." Legolas' eyes lit up as he recalled the taste he had experienced earlier.
Gimli reached out his tongue carefully and tasted the candy. He drew it back into his mouth quickly though and began spitting. "That is the most disgusting stuff I have ever tasted!" he scrunched up his face and threw the candy back to Legolas who caught it easily.
"Please yourself Master Dwarf," and Legolas popped it into his mouth and began to suck, his eyes growing wide and a huge smile spread across his face, one which Gimli had never seen before.
"What is the matter with you Elf?" Gimli asked, the look on Legolas' face was really starting to scare him.
~*~
The barn door opened and Eragon slipped inside carrying the blue stone and tree tools. He was greeted by a humorous sight. Gimli was cowering in a corner while Legolas was dancing about singing a jaunty tune and throwing straw into the air.
"On no," he sighed going over to the Dwarf. "Gimli, please tell me Legolas hasn't eaten anymore candy!"
"That vile sugary stick? Yes laddy I am afraid he has. What is wrong with him? He is insane! I've never seen him like this. What is this new devilry?" asked Gimli.
"Oh great, Gimli, this may take a while. The candy makes Legolas hyperactive. I don't think our sugar agrees with Elves. He had some back in Carvahall, he was a nightmare! Don't worry though, he will calm down in a while," said Eragon sitting down next to Gimli and watching the Elf dance around the barn, the horses neighing along with his song and the animals watching him dance happily. His musical calming them. He was entertaining and he never seemed to tire. Eragon marvelled at how graceful he was.
It took a while for the affects of the sugar to wear off, but when they did Legolas just sat in the corner with the two horses, petting them and muttering softly to them in Elvish.
"Thank goodness for that!" Gimli sighed.
Eragon nodded and laid out the blue stone and the three tools he had brought with him into the barn. Gimli looked at it curiously. First, Eragon took the wooden mallet and lightly tapped the stone, it produced a subtle ringing. Gimli gasped and Legolas looked up from where he was sitting quietly.
Next, Eragon took the second tool, a heavy leather hammer and tapped it. A mournful peal reverberated where it struck. Legolas stood suddenly as Eragon took the third tool, a chisel and began to chip and scratch at the stone. This caused it to produce the clearest sound yet. As the final note died away, he thought he heard a faint squeak. Legolas walked briskly over to him he picked it up lightly and held it out in front of him.
"This stone is hollow," Legolas stated.
"Yes, that is what Merlock, the trader me and my uncle went to see at Carvahall, said. But there is no way to open it, I can't see a catch or-"
"That is because it is not meant to be opened," Legolas said simply.
"But what would be the reason for someone to shape it this way?" asked Eragon.
"No one has shaped this," Legolas said, almost in a whisper that Eragon barely heard.
"This was found in the Spine, that is where you found it," said Legolas.
"Yes, you were there, remember? It must have been transported there by someone, but they haven't taken the trouble to find it now have they? But I don't believe that a magician with enough power to transport the stone wouldn't be able to find it." Said Eragon, more to himself.
"A wizard?" asked Gimli.
Legolas shook his head. He placed the stone back down and Eragon gathered it back into his arms. "Keep it safe, and tell no one else of it," said Legolas.
"What do you mean? You know what this is, don't you Legolas?" said Eragon gathering the tools and standing up.
Legolas shook his head.
"Yes, you do. You knew from the first time you saw it! Now tell me what it is!" Eragon demanded.
"It is late, you should return back to your house," Legolas said calmly. Then he turned and went back to sit in his corner with the horses. He had certainly got over his hyperness now. Returning back to his serious, quiet self. Brooding what he had just learnt. This only made him surer he knew what the stone was.
~*~
The moonlight was shining through Eragon's window. The squeaking had started again. The same squeaking he had heard earlier. He looked around his room, searching for the cause of the noise, then his eyes fell on the stone. He picked it up carefully and cradled it in his arms. A squeak rang in his ears, he gazed down at the stone and realised that it was coming from that.
The stone kept on squeaking, he sprang out of bed and started to dress, not noticing the tall figure lurking in the shadows. When he turned around to pick the stone back up, he caught sight of it and cried out in shock. Legolas stepped forward so he was stood in the moonlight where Eragon could see him.
"How long have you been there?" Eragon whispered.
"A while," Legolas replied quietly. "What are you doing?"
"I am going to burry this stone once and for all. I can't sell it or anything, and now it will not let me sleep! What are you doing in here?" Eragon asked.
But Legolas did not have a chance to answer. The stone rolled off its place on the bad and began to wobble towards the Elf and the boy. The stone began to crack open, a small piece wobbled then fell away.
"Eragon, I should have told you earlier, inside the stone is a-"Legolas began.
A small dark head poked out of the hole, followed by a weirdly angled body. And soon the creature was all the way out.
"Eragon. The creature is a dragon."
A/N Haha, cliffie! I hope you enjoy it! I don't think it's as long as the last chapter, but the adventure and stuff will probably begin in either the next chapter or the chapter after. Sorry, I meant to get this chapter up last Sunday, but I got kicked off the computer before I could finish it and I haven't had time to finish it. But I'm off school for two whole weeks now! God, I love the Easter holidays! So until next time, have a happy Easter everyone!
And remember, more nice reviews mean longer chapters, it also means that I will be able to update a lot quicker as I don't have school, so if you want longer, faster updates, be nice!
Peace
I was going to do this yesterday, but I went to my Nan's in Yorkshire, Hehehehe, I love going to see her! Though my grandad wasn't there as he passed away in January, but it was good to see her again. Anyways, on with the show!
~Reviewers~
Dishrag1313~ Thanks! Your reviews are so funny! I enjoy reading them!!! You have really cheered me up.
Kanaylle~ You haven't read LOTR 0_0! Nah, only joking. But I'm really glad you like! Yeah, I am really trying my best to keep the characters from going too OOc! And yeah, I try to explain everything fully. Thanks to my trusty copies of LOTR and Eragon!!! I couldn't live without them. Anyways, glad you like!
Fuji the Hobbit~ Thanks, Eragon is one of my favourite books and while reading it I noticed how similar some of the things in it were to LOTR, so I thought I'd write about both my fave books!! Thanks, I try to explain as much as possible for those who haven't read Eragon.
eVIL oVERLORD ~ Eragon is a book by Christopher Poalini, so no it doesn't exist in Middle earth because it's a crossover with LOTR! And this is not a Marty-Stu at all! So if you don't like it, don't read it! It's as simple as that!
Kitten =^_^= ~ Hehe, cute kitty! Sorry, anyways, yeah it is a great fantasy, well it will be!
Agar ~ Hey, it's a great story isn't it? I just can't wait for Eldest! Yeah, there's something about the evil ones, they're cool!
Pazazz 21~ Yep, long chapters are good, I hope this one works out nice and long too, I got nice reviews so I'm gonna right a nice long chapter!
KimmyStarr~ Thanks! Arrh!, typing errors, I will try not to have too many, but thanks for pointing that out to me!
Jestofo~ Thanks.
Ok, thank you to all my lovely reviewers! I luv you all, and thank you so much for cheering me up and I hope you all like the next chapter!
Chapter 4~ Stories
"Legolas, come on! The entertainment is about to start! You will not want to miss this!" Eragon said excitedly leading him to the field where the traders camped. A ring of poles topped with candles had been stuck into the ground around a large clearing and bonfires blazed in the background. Villagers were gathered around the circle, waiting expectantly in the cold.
The audience roared with laughter as the plays were performed, they were full of jokes and ridiculous characters. A lot of what was going on Legolas did not understand. Though he watched closely as the bright tasselled clothes of the performers swung about in a riot of colour. He had to smile along with the humans, standing at the back of the crowd where he would not draw attention to himself as Eragon pushed to the front with the other youths.
Later, when the candles sputter in their sockets and the atmosphere was more relaxed and calm, did the old story teller step forward. Legolas gasped and prodded Eragon, leading him a little away from the crowd.
"What is it?" the boy asked when he saw the look on Legolas' face.
"I did not have time to tell you earlier, you were too preoccupied with what was going on. But that old man..." Legolas trailed off a little.
"Who Brom? The old story teller, I think I told you about him earlier didn't I?" said Eragon.
He nodded. "He knows who I am."
"What do you mean?" asked Eragon confused.
"I mean, I met him, when you went to dinner, on my way back to the wagon. He asked me if I had 'it'. I told him I did not know what he meant and retuned to the wagon," the Elf explained.
"I don't think he knew who you really were," said Eragon.
"What do you know about this Brom?" asked Legolas.
But Eragon's attention had returned to the circle of people and the story teller was beginning his tale. "Can we talk about this later?" without waiting for an answer, he hurried back to the crowd. Legolas followed.
Brom stood at the centre of the circle and began.
"The sands of time can not be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us."
He paused and his keen eyes inspected his audience. His gaze lingered on Eragon for a moment, before falling on Legolas. The Elf and the man just stared at each other across the crowd. Surprisingly, the human held the Elf's gaze for a long time before looking back at the crowd and continuing.
"Before your grandfathers' fathers were born, and yea, even before their fathers, the Dragon Riders were formed. To protect and guard was their mission, and for thousands of years they succeeded. Their prowess in battle was unmatched, for each had the strength of ten men. They were immortal unless blade or poison took them. For good only were their powers used, and under their tutelage tall cities and towers were built out of the living stone. While they kept peace, the land flourished. It was a golden time. The Elves were our allies."
He paused once more and his gaze fell back on Legolas.
"The Dwarves our friends. Wealth flowed into our cities, and men prospered. But weep... for it could not last."
Brom looked down sadly and his voice filled with sadness. Legolas was listening attentively. This story echoed what had happened long ago in Middle earth, dark times.
"Though no enemy could destroy them, they could not guard against themselves. And it came to pass at the height of their power that a boy, Galbatorix by name, was born in the province of Inzilbêth, which is no more. At ten he was tested, as was the custom, and it was found that great power resided in him. The Riders accepted him ads their own.
"Though their training he passed, exceeding all others in skill. Gifted with a sharp mind and strong body, he quickly took his place amongst the Riders' ranks. Some saw his abrupt rise as dangerous and warned the others, but the Riders had grown arrogant in their power and ignored caution. Alas, sorrow was conceived that day."
Legolas figured how this tale was going to end. He listened, taking in the story and processing it. Eragon listened eagerly. Brom continued.
"Galbatorix had foolishly taken a trip with two of his friends into Urgal territory. There, his friends and their dragons were killed, as was Galbatorix's dragon, shot through the heart with an arrow. The seeds of his madness were planted.
"Galbatorix wondered in the waste land in the North where his friends and their dragons had been slain, searching for death. But it would not come and soon Urgals and other monsters began to fear him and flee from him. He hoped that the Riders would give him another dragon and so began his journey all alone and on foot through the Spine which took him months. When he left the mountains he was found by a farmer who summoned the Riders who took him back to their holdings to heal him.
"When he was judged before a council, Galbatorix demanded another dragon to replace his lost one. but when they saw his madness and what he truly was, they denied his request. He them blamed them, through his madness, for the death of his dragon and brooded on that, formulating a plan to exact his revenge."
Brom's voice then dropped to a whisper and Legolas paid more attention to his next words.
"He found a sympathetic Rider and with persistence and reasoning along with the use of dark secrets learned form a Shade, he turned the Rider against the elders, and together they lured and killed an elder. Then Galbatorix turned on the other Rider and killed him as well with out warning. When the Riders found him, blood on his hands a scream tore from his lips and he fled into the night, though the Riders searched, they could not find him.
"Years he his in wasteland, but after a time, the Rider's search for him ceased and one day he stumbled upon a Rider by the name of Morzan. He had a weak mind, and Galbatorix persuaded him to leave a gate unbolted in the city of Ilirea, now Urû'baen, allowing Galbatorix to enter and steal a dragon hatchling.
"He and Morzan hid in an evil place that even the Riders dare not venture. Morzan entered into a dark apprenticeship learning secrets and forbidden magic that should never have been revealed. When his instruction was finished, and Galbatorix's black dragon Shruikan was fully grown, did he and Morzan reveal themselves to the world. They both fought and killed any Rider that they met and with each kill their strength grew. Twelve Riders joined Galbatorix out of a desire for power, and along with Morzan they became the Thirteen Foreworn. The Riders were unprepared and fell beneath the onslaught. The Elves too, fought bitterly against Galbatorix, but they too were over thrown and forced to flee to their secret places from whence they came."
Eragon turned to look at Legolas, but the Elf's face was expressionless. He then turned back to listening to Brom.
"Only Vrael, leader of the Dragon Riders could resist Galbatorix and the Forsworn. Ancient and wise, he struggled to save what he could and keep the remaining dragons from falling into Galbatorix's hands. In the last battle, before the gates of Dorú Areaba, Vrael defeated him and, but hesitated with the last blow. Galbatorix seized the moment and smote him in the side. Grievously wounded, Vrael fled top Utgard Mountain where he hoped to gather strength. But it was not to be, for Galbatorix found him. as they fought, Galbatorix kicked Vrael in the fork of his legs. With the underhanded blow he gained dominance over Vrael and removed his head with a blazing sword.
"Then a power rushed through his veins, Galbatorix anointed himself king over all Alagaësia. And from that day, he has ruled us."
Once Brom had finished his story, he shuffled away and Legolas swore he saw a tear glistening on his cheek. People muttered quietly to each other as they moved away. Legolas heard one man say "I have heard that story twice before, if the Empire knew Brom had told it, he would not liv to see another month."
"So, what do you think of that?" Eragon asked excitedly as they too moved away and made their way back to the wagon.
"it was interesting. Tell me, do you know of the secret lands that the Elves retreated to?" said Legolas. He hoped he could seek them out and could help he and Gimli get back on course for Valinor.
Eragon just laughed. "No body knows the secret places of the Elves! No body has seen one since they fled to their own lands! Here, take this back for Gimli," he handed Legolas the candy he had brought earlier.
Legolas sighed disappointedly. He must find a way of getting to Valinor, he did not want to be stuck here forever!
~*~
Legolas followed just behind Eragon and his Uncle and cousin, keeping to the shadows, not making a sound so that they would not notice him. he slipped silently into the barn.
He was greeted by a grumpy looking Gimli.
"Had a nice time did you Elf?" he said irritably.
He saw the look of jealousy on Gimli's face and smiled mischievously. "Yes actually. I found out quite a lot from the humans. And I have learnt a few interesting things about this place. Oh, and Eragon wanted me to give you this," he tossed the candy stick to the Dwarf who picked it up gingerly and sniffed it. "It wont poison you my friend, the humans call it candy. It tastes good." Legolas' eyes lit up as he recalled the taste he had experienced earlier.
Gimli reached out his tongue carefully and tasted the candy. He drew it back into his mouth quickly though and began spitting. "That is the most disgusting stuff I have ever tasted!" he scrunched up his face and threw the candy back to Legolas who caught it easily.
"Please yourself Master Dwarf," and Legolas popped it into his mouth and began to suck, his eyes growing wide and a huge smile spread across his face, one which Gimli had never seen before.
"What is the matter with you Elf?" Gimli asked, the look on Legolas' face was really starting to scare him.
~*~
The barn door opened and Eragon slipped inside carrying the blue stone and tree tools. He was greeted by a humorous sight. Gimli was cowering in a corner while Legolas was dancing about singing a jaunty tune and throwing straw into the air.
"On no," he sighed going over to the Dwarf. "Gimli, please tell me Legolas hasn't eaten anymore candy!"
"That vile sugary stick? Yes laddy I am afraid he has. What is wrong with him? He is insane! I've never seen him like this. What is this new devilry?" asked Gimli.
"Oh great, Gimli, this may take a while. The candy makes Legolas hyperactive. I don't think our sugar agrees with Elves. He had some back in Carvahall, he was a nightmare! Don't worry though, he will calm down in a while," said Eragon sitting down next to Gimli and watching the Elf dance around the barn, the horses neighing along with his song and the animals watching him dance happily. His musical calming them. He was entertaining and he never seemed to tire. Eragon marvelled at how graceful he was.
It took a while for the affects of the sugar to wear off, but when they did Legolas just sat in the corner with the two horses, petting them and muttering softly to them in Elvish.
"Thank goodness for that!" Gimli sighed.
Eragon nodded and laid out the blue stone and the three tools he had brought with him into the barn. Gimli looked at it curiously. First, Eragon took the wooden mallet and lightly tapped the stone, it produced a subtle ringing. Gimli gasped and Legolas looked up from where he was sitting quietly.
Next, Eragon took the second tool, a heavy leather hammer and tapped it. A mournful peal reverberated where it struck. Legolas stood suddenly as Eragon took the third tool, a chisel and began to chip and scratch at the stone. This caused it to produce the clearest sound yet. As the final note died away, he thought he heard a faint squeak. Legolas walked briskly over to him he picked it up lightly and held it out in front of him.
"This stone is hollow," Legolas stated.
"Yes, that is what Merlock, the trader me and my uncle went to see at Carvahall, said. But there is no way to open it, I can't see a catch or-"
"That is because it is not meant to be opened," Legolas said simply.
"But what would be the reason for someone to shape it this way?" asked Eragon.
"No one has shaped this," Legolas said, almost in a whisper that Eragon barely heard.
"This was found in the Spine, that is where you found it," said Legolas.
"Yes, you were there, remember? It must have been transported there by someone, but they haven't taken the trouble to find it now have they? But I don't believe that a magician with enough power to transport the stone wouldn't be able to find it." Said Eragon, more to himself.
"A wizard?" asked Gimli.
Legolas shook his head. He placed the stone back down and Eragon gathered it back into his arms. "Keep it safe, and tell no one else of it," said Legolas.
"What do you mean? You know what this is, don't you Legolas?" said Eragon gathering the tools and standing up.
Legolas shook his head.
"Yes, you do. You knew from the first time you saw it! Now tell me what it is!" Eragon demanded.
"It is late, you should return back to your house," Legolas said calmly. Then he turned and went back to sit in his corner with the horses. He had certainly got over his hyperness now. Returning back to his serious, quiet self. Brooding what he had just learnt. This only made him surer he knew what the stone was.
~*~
The moonlight was shining through Eragon's window. The squeaking had started again. The same squeaking he had heard earlier. He looked around his room, searching for the cause of the noise, then his eyes fell on the stone. He picked it up carefully and cradled it in his arms. A squeak rang in his ears, he gazed down at the stone and realised that it was coming from that.
The stone kept on squeaking, he sprang out of bed and started to dress, not noticing the tall figure lurking in the shadows. When he turned around to pick the stone back up, he caught sight of it and cried out in shock. Legolas stepped forward so he was stood in the moonlight where Eragon could see him.
"How long have you been there?" Eragon whispered.
"A while," Legolas replied quietly. "What are you doing?"
"I am going to burry this stone once and for all. I can't sell it or anything, and now it will not let me sleep! What are you doing in here?" Eragon asked.
But Legolas did not have a chance to answer. The stone rolled off its place on the bad and began to wobble towards the Elf and the boy. The stone began to crack open, a small piece wobbled then fell away.
"Eragon, I should have told you earlier, inside the stone is a-"Legolas began.
A small dark head poked out of the hole, followed by a weirdly angled body. And soon the creature was all the way out.
"Eragon. The creature is a dragon."
A/N Haha, cliffie! I hope you enjoy it! I don't think it's as long as the last chapter, but the adventure and stuff will probably begin in either the next chapter or the chapter after. Sorry, I meant to get this chapter up last Sunday, but I got kicked off the computer before I could finish it and I haven't had time to finish it. But I'm off school for two whole weeks now! God, I love the Easter holidays! So until next time, have a happy Easter everyone!
And remember, more nice reviews mean longer chapters, it also means that I will be able to update a lot quicker as I don't have school, so if you want longer, faster updates, be nice!
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