A/N Hi guys! I know I said there would be an update after my holiday, but I
thought I'd leave you one last chapter before I go.
Thanks so much to my lovely reviewers! I haven't got time to answer you all individually as I haven't got long on the computer, but I will answer you all when I get back. This is going to be a short chapter, but kind of funny so enjoy!
This chapter is for Xiad Rusco because its their birthday tomorrow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Chapter 11 – Magic And Other Things...
"It was the Elves hat brought it back form over the sea," said Brom wrapping a new rag around his arm.
They were in a secluded spot near the River Ninor. Legolas sat on a tree stump cleaning his sword of Urgal blood while Gimli sat next to Saphira smoking his pipe. Night had fallen and they sat around the fire as Eragon recited his story of what had happened to Brom.
"The Elves taught it to the other races who used it to do and make powerful things, the language has a name for everything. It is the basis for power. It describes the true nature of things. It is not only a name for something but the name for something," explained Brom.
"Like Eragon used the word 'Brisinger," the fire sprang up high at Legolas' words and he looked at it startled, but carried on. "But it did his will- defeating the Urgal?"
"Exactly!" said Brom. "I wander Legolas; do you have any such language where you come from?"
"There are many different languages in Middle earth. But non like this have I ever heard before. Though it maybe before my time. Maybe the first Elves in Middle earth who went to Valinor actually dwelt here for a time, though non of our history ever tells us such a thing," he pondered for a moment. "I wonder whether we shall ever reach Valinor." He sighed and looked to the stars.
Brom shrugged. Eragon still had more questions though. "But why was the fire thing blue?"
"More questions!" Brom sighed. "The colour varied from person to person. And what you wanted the fire to do," Brom looked thoughtful. "it's strange, most beginners have to spell out exactly what they want to happen. And what you did boy was extremely difficult!"
"I say Brom, can you use magic, as you used to blunt Legolas' and Eragon's swords?" asked Gimli.
"To some degree," answered Brom rather cryptically.
"So you could have used it a lot of times! Your magic could have been such a big help. Why didn't you use it?" Eragon questioned.
"One, because I am not a Rider, therefore not as strong, and two, I am old now. Every time I reach for magic it becomes harder, grows further away from my grasp," said Brom, there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Oh," was Eragon's reply.
Brom looked up o the sky. "It's late, we'll talk more in the morning. But a warning to you boy. Don't you go practicing, it uses a lot of energy, too much and it'll kill you!" with that he rolled onto his blanket and was soon snoring.
Eragon snapped a stick in tow and threw it into the fire which crackles and spat, then he himself settled down to sleep. "Legolas, when was the last time you slept?" asked Gimli eyeing the Elf. Legolas shrugged. "Well, I'll tell you what, I will keep watch for tonight and you get some rest. From what young Eragon has told us, you've had a very tiring day," said Gimli.
Legolas nodded. Hew looked tire, not even an immortal could go for as long as he had without rest. The Elf lay back on his blankets and resigned himself to sleep.
-:-
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Eragon cried. "Legolas! Legolas!"
'Eragon, what is wrong?' asked Saphira waking up.
"What is it boy?" said Gimli who had been dozing lightly.
"Legolas is dead!" Eragon yelled.
"What?" Brom woke up alarmed and crawled over to the Elf to join Eragon who was crouched next to him.
Gimli started to laugh. Legolas blinked and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Eragon screamed. "He was dead!"
"What?" Legolas said bewildered.
"His eyes, they were open and he was all- still!" Eragon shrieked.
Gimli chuckled and managed to get out between fits of laughter. "Eragon, he's an Elf. He sleeps with his eyes open!"
"Huh?" Eragon's face fell.
Gimli, Legolas, Brom and Saphira all broke out in fits of hysterical laughter. "You thought he was dead?" Brom laughed.
Eragon felt his face burn with embarrassment. "I thought he was dead," he mumbled.
"No Eragon, all Elves sleep with their eyes open," Gimli explained again, calming down a little.
"I didn't know, I've never seen a sleeping Elf before!" he said defensively.
"Do not worry Eragon," Legolas said standing and putting a hand on the boy's shoulder reassuringly. "it is almost light any way. What do you say we have an early breakfast and pack camp, and then we can be on our way and get a good start on the Raz'ac's trail?"
They all agreed, and still laughing over Eragon's little episode, they prepared breakfast as they watched the sun rise in the sky.
A/N Ok people, that really is the last update for about 2 weeks! I hope you all enjoyed that tiny bit of humour and sorry the chapter is kind of sorter than my others, but I have to go pack the rest of my stuff. I have to be at the airport for 7am tomorrow mornig! I will never get up.
Until next time
Peace out
Thanks so much to my lovely reviewers! I haven't got time to answer you all individually as I haven't got long on the computer, but I will answer you all when I get back. This is going to be a short chapter, but kind of funny so enjoy!
This chapter is for Xiad Rusco because its their birthday tomorrow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Chapter 11 – Magic And Other Things...
"It was the Elves hat brought it back form over the sea," said Brom wrapping a new rag around his arm.
They were in a secluded spot near the River Ninor. Legolas sat on a tree stump cleaning his sword of Urgal blood while Gimli sat next to Saphira smoking his pipe. Night had fallen and they sat around the fire as Eragon recited his story of what had happened to Brom.
"The Elves taught it to the other races who used it to do and make powerful things, the language has a name for everything. It is the basis for power. It describes the true nature of things. It is not only a name for something but the name for something," explained Brom.
"Like Eragon used the word 'Brisinger," the fire sprang up high at Legolas' words and he looked at it startled, but carried on. "But it did his will- defeating the Urgal?"
"Exactly!" said Brom. "I wander Legolas; do you have any such language where you come from?"
"There are many different languages in Middle earth. But non like this have I ever heard before. Though it maybe before my time. Maybe the first Elves in Middle earth who went to Valinor actually dwelt here for a time, though non of our history ever tells us such a thing," he pondered for a moment. "I wonder whether we shall ever reach Valinor." He sighed and looked to the stars.
Brom shrugged. Eragon still had more questions though. "But why was the fire thing blue?"
"More questions!" Brom sighed. "The colour varied from person to person. And what you wanted the fire to do," Brom looked thoughtful. "it's strange, most beginners have to spell out exactly what they want to happen. And what you did boy was extremely difficult!"
"I say Brom, can you use magic, as you used to blunt Legolas' and Eragon's swords?" asked Gimli.
"To some degree," answered Brom rather cryptically.
"So you could have used it a lot of times! Your magic could have been such a big help. Why didn't you use it?" Eragon questioned.
"One, because I am not a Rider, therefore not as strong, and two, I am old now. Every time I reach for magic it becomes harder, grows further away from my grasp," said Brom, there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Oh," was Eragon's reply.
Brom looked up o the sky. "It's late, we'll talk more in the morning. But a warning to you boy. Don't you go practicing, it uses a lot of energy, too much and it'll kill you!" with that he rolled onto his blanket and was soon snoring.
Eragon snapped a stick in tow and threw it into the fire which crackles and spat, then he himself settled down to sleep. "Legolas, when was the last time you slept?" asked Gimli eyeing the Elf. Legolas shrugged. "Well, I'll tell you what, I will keep watch for tonight and you get some rest. From what young Eragon has told us, you've had a very tiring day," said Gimli.
Legolas nodded. Hew looked tire, not even an immortal could go for as long as he had without rest. The Elf lay back on his blankets and resigned himself to sleep.
-:-
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Eragon cried. "Legolas! Legolas!"
'Eragon, what is wrong?' asked Saphira waking up.
"What is it boy?" said Gimli who had been dozing lightly.
"Legolas is dead!" Eragon yelled.
"What?" Brom woke up alarmed and crawled over to the Elf to join Eragon who was crouched next to him.
Gimli started to laugh. Legolas blinked and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Eragon screamed. "He was dead!"
"What?" Legolas said bewildered.
"His eyes, they were open and he was all- still!" Eragon shrieked.
Gimli chuckled and managed to get out between fits of laughter. "Eragon, he's an Elf. He sleeps with his eyes open!"
"Huh?" Eragon's face fell.
Gimli, Legolas, Brom and Saphira all broke out in fits of hysterical laughter. "You thought he was dead?" Brom laughed.
Eragon felt his face burn with embarrassment. "I thought he was dead," he mumbled.
"No Eragon, all Elves sleep with their eyes open," Gimli explained again, calming down a little.
"I didn't know, I've never seen a sleeping Elf before!" he said defensively.
"Do not worry Eragon," Legolas said standing and putting a hand on the boy's shoulder reassuringly. "it is almost light any way. What do you say we have an early breakfast and pack camp, and then we can be on our way and get a good start on the Raz'ac's trail?"
They all agreed, and still laughing over Eragon's little episode, they prepared breakfast as they watched the sun rise in the sky.
A/N Ok people, that really is the last update for about 2 weeks! I hope you all enjoyed that tiny bit of humour and sorry the chapter is kind of sorter than my others, but I have to go pack the rest of my stuff. I have to be at the airport for 7am tomorrow mornig! I will never get up.
Until next time
Peace out