A/N Wahooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! No more school for 6 WHOLE
WEEKS!!!!!!!! Yes, I am very happy because my school finally broke up for
the holidays yesterday. So, that means more updates more often and loads of
freedom!!!! Good innit???
Reviewers
Fuji the Hobbit- 10 weeks? Damn! Still, I guess 6 weeks is better than nothing. That happened to me the other day. I want to read the Book of Unfinished Tales for ages and guess what? On practically the last day of term I find it in my school library but I'm not allowed to check it out over the holidays. But it's ok now coz I got it yesterday, yay! $30? God I only paid like £10.99 for my copy. The mural is all finished, it's of the Olympics all done in the colours of the Olympics. It looks really good. I don't know if I can get a picture of it, but if I can then I will email it to you.
RandomInsaneElfStalker89- yep, updates are cool. I was going to do something like that for last chapter, but it didn't work very well. But I think this chapter will be ok. Hope you like it!
Xiad Rusco- Good, glad you had a great birthday!
Zammy- Here's the update.
Kitkat- yeah, I'm looking forward to writing Angela and the werecat that should be fun. You went to where Christopher Poalini lives?? Cool! I'd love to live somewhere like that, but I got stuck in the city, so you know gets kind of boring.
DaALCh- Yeah that would be cool. Someone write a Harry Potter/Eragon fic. And yes, I did check out your fic. Very good so far, I think I'm on chapter 4 but I intend to go back and read more!!!
Wahoo! 88 reviews, cheers you lot!!! Ok, a lot of people wanted a chapter like this, when Legolas and Gimli tell Brom and Eragon a bit about Middle earth so I hope you enjoy that and I would really welcome some suggestions of other tales they can tell about Middle earth as I've just picked out two. Also, the tales are based on the bookverse.
Chapter 13 – Tales of Middle earth
They were riding through the trees on the banks on the Ninor River on their way to meet Saphira at her hiding place. On the way they discussed their encounter in Daret and the sate of the Empire. "Obviously Galbatorix doesn't care for his own domain I thought he would have at least sent out armed guards to help protect the villages from Urgals," said Eragon concerned, pulling on the riding gloves Brom had got him to cover the gedwëy ignasia on his palm.
"I know, I would have thought he would offer his people some form of protection against the beasts. It is strange," replied Brom. "Did you use any magic in Daret?"
"No, you told me not to mess with magic except when you were teaching me," said Eragon.
Brom rolled his eyes. "Boy, you could have used magic to tap into that man's mind back in Daret and found out what his intensions were! I thought that was the reason you lowered your bow?"
"NO! I lowered my bow and did as he said for fear of getting shot myself!" said Eragon as though this were obvious. "And how exactly am I supposed to tap into s0omeone's mind? You never told me about this."
"I thought it was obvious enough for you to figure out by yourself," Brom said exasperated. "How do you think you are able to speak with Saphira?"
"I don't know, that just happens! I talk to her with my mind and she talks back!" Eragon almost yelled defensively.
Brom shook his head and rode off in front while Eragon dropped back to ride besides Legolas and Gimli. "Don't worry about it lad," said Gimli comfortingly.
Eragon sighed. "he just expects me to know everything straight away, or figure everything out by myself. I hardly know anything about magic, he hasn't told me much yet he expects me to know everything!2 Eragon said frustrated. He dropped his head and began to fiddle with Cadoc's reins.
"he expects much of you Eragon because he believes you are capable enough to do things without been told- he trusts you to discover things by yourself. Like the magic you found out about without even knowing about it. The only time Brom used any form of it before then was to blunt our swords and then you did not understand it," said Legolas stroking Loshîth's mane as he trotted along. "I did not understand it either."
These words provided some comfort to hear that not even his Elven companion understood all Eragon had to learn. "You really thing he believes I can do all that I must?" he asked doubtfully.
"Yes. And if it is any help, I will aid you and learn magic with you. I am very weary still and uncertain of it, but if it gives me the upper hand in battle then it could come in useful."
"You have lived so long, been so many places – in your homeland. This is my first time out of Palancar Valley, the outside world is not how I expected it to be," Eragon sighed as his thoughts turned to his family. "I wonder how Roran is and if he knows of Garrow's death. What would Garrow say of the adventure I've gone and gotten myself into?"
"Aye," Gimli chuckled. "And what would Aragorn say if he could see us now?"
"I think he would like to be a part of it, he would think it a great jest!" Legolas answered, a smile spreading over his face as he was taken back to fond memories.
"Who is Aragorn?" Eragon asked curiously, eager to hear more of his friend's home land.
"Aragorn? Or the many different names he went by in his time," Gimli said. "I lost count of how many names he had. Aragorn, Elfstone, Elesser, Strider..."
"Thorongil, Wingfoot," Legolas continued. "And Estel," he said this last one quietly.
"Tell me of him. Tell me of- Aragorn," Eragon pleaded.
"Very well, Legolas you know his whole story, near enough," said Gimli.
The Elf sighed and began. "Aragorn son of Arathorn and Gilraen, he grew up in Rivendell with Lord Elrond Halfelven with his mother when his father was slain by orcs. But when Elrond told him of his true heritage which had been kept from him until he was a man, he forsook that path and went out into the Wild becoming a Ranger of the North, a Dúnedain."
"What was his true heritage?" Eragon asked, eager to learn more.
"He was the direct descendant of Isildur, and thirty-ninth heir to the throne of the realm of Gondor. But he did not choose that path, not yet anyway. After he had found out about his true heritage at the age of twenty, he met in Rivendell the daughter of Lord Elrond, Arwen Umdómiel, the Evenstar in whose veins is said to flow the blood of Lúthien Tinuviel- but that is another tale long before my time. She had returned from the fair woods of Lothloríen. But she was Elf kind and he was not. And so he went into Wilderland and befriended the wizard Gandalf. Until he met four young hobbits at the Inn of the Prancing Pony on an errand for Gandalf. And so our adventures began from there with the War of the Ring. After the enemy- the Dark Lord Sauron- had been defeated Aragorn became at last the King of Gondor – he finally took up the throne and married Arwen Umdómiel and she bore to him a son, Eldarion. And so, in the year 1541 of the Fourth Age of Middle earth Aragorn gave into life and I built our great Grey Ship in Ithilien in which myself and Gimli left Middle earth forever seeking the Undying Lands, but when we were caught in a storm we landed here," Legolas explained as briefly as possible so as not to confuse the boy.
"And what happened to Arwen?" asked Eragon.
"To that we know only this much. She went back to Loríen but the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood had already departed into the West so when the last leaves of the Mallorn trees fell, Arwen laid herself to rest upon Caring Amroth, and there is her green grave until the world is changed and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after. That is all that is said of the passing of the Evenstar," Legolas finished sadly.
This tale left so much more room for more stories of Middle earth that Eragon longed to hear. But Legolas would tell no more as they arrived at where Saphira had hidden, which would also be their camp site for the night.
But Saphira did not give them a warm welcome when they arrived. She was angry for reasons Legolas and Gimli could not fathom, nor did they bother to ask. After dinner, Brom suggested some more sword training. Legolas drew his knife and Eragon groaned, Legolas smirked. This time Brom made Eragon use the magic to blunt the blades. He gave him the correct words and Legolas was required to do the same. "Gëuloth du knífr!" the Elf muttered, running his finger along the blade to make sure it was sharp.
"Gëuloth du knife!" Eragon said. Nothing happened.
"Knífr not knife!" Brom corrected. The boy tried again. "Gëuloth du knífr!" he said and this time a protective invisible barrier came between the sharp edge of the blade and his fingers.
"You know what to do?" said Legolas readying himself.
"Yes," Eragon replied flatly.
They began. Eragon came out of the duel with numerous bruises, scowling when Legolas told him he had made progress. "Does this look like progress to you?" he snapped showing the Elf the bruise that was beginning to come up on his arm.
"You will learn in time," Legolas smiled and went to sit with Gimli.
Eragon turned to Saphira and found that her eyes were laughing. He glared at her but she spoke to him, no longer angry but amusement etched into her voice. 'Tomorrow I wish you to fly with me,' she said. It was a demand more than a request.
'Fine,' Eragon replies. Great, he thought, now he would have to suffer pain from Saphira as well as his aching limbs!
-:-
"Use the saddle Eragon if you are to ride Saphira," said Brom.
Once she was saddled and Eragon was secure, she took off souring high into the clouds. This left Legolas, Gimli and Brom to talk. "I wonder you two, I over heard the tale you told the boy yesterday, of your friends in Middle earth and that seems to branch out into so many more tales."
"If you wish us to tell you a tale from our home land just ask," said Gimli shrugging. He was riding Cadoc uncertainly, relieving Loshîth of her added weight; he clung on tightly while Legolas rode casually, perched lightly on is back. "So, which will it be?"
"There are many I would like to hear, but the one about the War of the Ring interests me most. From what I have gathered from hints you have dropped, it was a mighty adventure, and one that is very important in Middle earth," said Brom.
"Indeed it is, it decided the entire fate of Middle earth, whether it should be taken over by evil and plunged into darkness, or whether good would rein supreme," said Gimli.
Legolas laughed. "Gimli, your words are certainly more poetic than they used to be!"
"It is been around an Elf for too long!" said the Dwarf.
"Now, as for our tale, it is long and some things we do not know about it. But we may tell you as much as we will," said Legolas he took a breath and began to recount all of their passed adventure involving the Ring and the members of the Fellowship who they had befriended.
"And so Boromir was slain by many orc arrows protecting the Perrianath," said Legolas.
"The Perrianath? They are the Halflings you spoke of? Whom this tale revolves around?" asked Brom, he had asked questions such as this throughout the first part of the tale, verifying certain facts and manes and dates.
"Yes," said Gimli.
"Frodo had gone, and Sam also to continue their journey to Mordor," Legolas continued. Brom listened eagerly, his eyes growing wider and wider as the story progressed. "But we could not leave Merry and Pippin to their fate with Saruman's Uruk-hai, so myself, Gimli and Aragorn took up chase across the plains of Rohan."
"On that road we met Éomer; Third Rider of the Mark and from that day to near the end of our tale did a feud of sort stand between us as to the beauty of the Lady Galadriel of Loríen. But Aragorn swore to him that he would come to Edoras to the Hall of Meduseld, the Hall of Théoden King of Rohan," Gimli continued from where Legolas had left off, "But we could not catch up to the Uruks in time as we learnt that the Riders had already slaughtered them during the night. They had seen no sign of our companions. So we feared them to be dead. We went to search through the orc bodies to find a trace of them amongst the burnt carcasses. But Aragorn then picked up their trail which led us into Fangorn Forest," Gimli stopped here and shuddered.
Legolas looked wistfully. "To walk under the eaves of Fangorn the great! There dwells perhaps the oldest being in all of Middle earth, Treebeard is his name as it runs in your tongue. And here we met once more with our fallen comrade- Mithrandir," said Legolas. Brom raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had been both shocked and disturbed to hear of Gandalf's fall in Mariah and of the Balrog, but this was of even greater surprise. A happy turn in a so far gloomy tale. "But he was different, he had been sent back to us now as Gandalf the White- more powerful than Gandalf the Grey."
"Yet no less grumpy!" Gimli cut in.
They went on to tell of the Battle for Helms Deep in which Gandalf had taken Shadowfax, his mighty white horse from Rohan, Lord of all horse, and had brought Erkenbrand and his soldiers to help win the victory, they had driven the remaining orcs into Fangorn where non had ever come out, for Ents hate orcs most as they cut down trees which were their friends and destroy things needlessly. Brom's eyes lit up at the account of the battle and was excited to hear more about the strange Ents and their ways which Legolas was more than willing to tell.
Gimli went on up until the Paths of the dead, then Legolas had to take over and all he told was in brief because he knew his friend's fear for that place. "From what we gather of the Hobbit's Frodo and Sam's journey, they met up with the creature Gollum who had been in the care of my people in Mirkwood before he managed to escape. He led them through the Dead Marshes, no easy task. And then to the Pass of Cirith Ungol, Shelob's lair. She is a hideous creature of purest evil, she takes the form of a giant spider and will pray on anything she can sting that dose not escape her pincers. Frodo was stung, and Samwise, thinking his master dead, left Frodo taking the Ring with him in the hope that he would be able to complete the task."
"That Hobbit did have some sense at least. He turned out to be very brave, not to mention loyal," Gimli said knowingly.
"And what became of the other- Frodo?" asked Brom deeply engrossed in the tale. But just at that moment they were interrupted by Saphira landing, a windswept Eragon climbed off her back, stumbling slightly at the feeling of ground beneath his feet as he regained feeling in his numb legs.
"That - was – brilliant!" he said gasping for breath. "I – will- ride Saphira – more often!" he panted leaning against the dragon. "I saw the whole world through her eyes! All of it! I wasn't flying her, I was flying with her! everything is so much more vivid and the colours are far more sharper through a dragon's eyes!"
Saphira sat with a thoroughly satisfied look on her face. 'You both enjoyed it then?' Legolas asked her.
'I was just doing what comes naturally for me. Eragon had never experienced anything like it, so I think he enjoyed it- yes,' Saphira said smugly.
But their previous conversation was cut short by Eragon beginning to give a detailed account of his flight. They found a place which was suitable to rest in for an hour or two while Eragon rested and Saphira got her energy back and relax her tired wings. Legolas and Gimli would continue their tale another time.
A/N Yay!!! There you go, another chapter. Please go review and you'll get another update soon!!
Peace out dudes
Lolly pop
Reviewers
Fuji the Hobbit- 10 weeks? Damn! Still, I guess 6 weeks is better than nothing. That happened to me the other day. I want to read the Book of Unfinished Tales for ages and guess what? On practically the last day of term I find it in my school library but I'm not allowed to check it out over the holidays. But it's ok now coz I got it yesterday, yay! $30? God I only paid like £10.99 for my copy. The mural is all finished, it's of the Olympics all done in the colours of the Olympics. It looks really good. I don't know if I can get a picture of it, but if I can then I will email it to you.
RandomInsaneElfStalker89- yep, updates are cool. I was going to do something like that for last chapter, but it didn't work very well. But I think this chapter will be ok. Hope you like it!
Xiad Rusco- Good, glad you had a great birthday!
Zammy- Here's the update.
Kitkat- yeah, I'm looking forward to writing Angela and the werecat that should be fun. You went to where Christopher Poalini lives?? Cool! I'd love to live somewhere like that, but I got stuck in the city, so you know gets kind of boring.
DaALCh- Yeah that would be cool. Someone write a Harry Potter/Eragon fic. And yes, I did check out your fic. Very good so far, I think I'm on chapter 4 but I intend to go back and read more!!!
Wahoo! 88 reviews, cheers you lot!!! Ok, a lot of people wanted a chapter like this, when Legolas and Gimli tell Brom and Eragon a bit about Middle earth so I hope you enjoy that and I would really welcome some suggestions of other tales they can tell about Middle earth as I've just picked out two. Also, the tales are based on the bookverse.
Chapter 13 – Tales of Middle earth
They were riding through the trees on the banks on the Ninor River on their way to meet Saphira at her hiding place. On the way they discussed their encounter in Daret and the sate of the Empire. "Obviously Galbatorix doesn't care for his own domain I thought he would have at least sent out armed guards to help protect the villages from Urgals," said Eragon concerned, pulling on the riding gloves Brom had got him to cover the gedwëy ignasia on his palm.
"I know, I would have thought he would offer his people some form of protection against the beasts. It is strange," replied Brom. "Did you use any magic in Daret?"
"No, you told me not to mess with magic except when you were teaching me," said Eragon.
Brom rolled his eyes. "Boy, you could have used magic to tap into that man's mind back in Daret and found out what his intensions were! I thought that was the reason you lowered your bow?"
"NO! I lowered my bow and did as he said for fear of getting shot myself!" said Eragon as though this were obvious. "And how exactly am I supposed to tap into s0omeone's mind? You never told me about this."
"I thought it was obvious enough for you to figure out by yourself," Brom said exasperated. "How do you think you are able to speak with Saphira?"
"I don't know, that just happens! I talk to her with my mind and she talks back!" Eragon almost yelled defensively.
Brom shook his head and rode off in front while Eragon dropped back to ride besides Legolas and Gimli. "Don't worry about it lad," said Gimli comfortingly.
Eragon sighed. "he just expects me to know everything straight away, or figure everything out by myself. I hardly know anything about magic, he hasn't told me much yet he expects me to know everything!2 Eragon said frustrated. He dropped his head and began to fiddle with Cadoc's reins.
"he expects much of you Eragon because he believes you are capable enough to do things without been told- he trusts you to discover things by yourself. Like the magic you found out about without even knowing about it. The only time Brom used any form of it before then was to blunt our swords and then you did not understand it," said Legolas stroking Loshîth's mane as he trotted along. "I did not understand it either."
These words provided some comfort to hear that not even his Elven companion understood all Eragon had to learn. "You really thing he believes I can do all that I must?" he asked doubtfully.
"Yes. And if it is any help, I will aid you and learn magic with you. I am very weary still and uncertain of it, but if it gives me the upper hand in battle then it could come in useful."
"You have lived so long, been so many places – in your homeland. This is my first time out of Palancar Valley, the outside world is not how I expected it to be," Eragon sighed as his thoughts turned to his family. "I wonder how Roran is and if he knows of Garrow's death. What would Garrow say of the adventure I've gone and gotten myself into?"
"Aye," Gimli chuckled. "And what would Aragorn say if he could see us now?"
"I think he would like to be a part of it, he would think it a great jest!" Legolas answered, a smile spreading over his face as he was taken back to fond memories.
"Who is Aragorn?" Eragon asked curiously, eager to hear more of his friend's home land.
"Aragorn? Or the many different names he went by in his time," Gimli said. "I lost count of how many names he had. Aragorn, Elfstone, Elesser, Strider..."
"Thorongil, Wingfoot," Legolas continued. "And Estel," he said this last one quietly.
"Tell me of him. Tell me of- Aragorn," Eragon pleaded.
"Very well, Legolas you know his whole story, near enough," said Gimli.
The Elf sighed and began. "Aragorn son of Arathorn and Gilraen, he grew up in Rivendell with Lord Elrond Halfelven with his mother when his father was slain by orcs. But when Elrond told him of his true heritage which had been kept from him until he was a man, he forsook that path and went out into the Wild becoming a Ranger of the North, a Dúnedain."
"What was his true heritage?" Eragon asked, eager to learn more.
"He was the direct descendant of Isildur, and thirty-ninth heir to the throne of the realm of Gondor. But he did not choose that path, not yet anyway. After he had found out about his true heritage at the age of twenty, he met in Rivendell the daughter of Lord Elrond, Arwen Umdómiel, the Evenstar in whose veins is said to flow the blood of Lúthien Tinuviel- but that is another tale long before my time. She had returned from the fair woods of Lothloríen. But she was Elf kind and he was not. And so he went into Wilderland and befriended the wizard Gandalf. Until he met four young hobbits at the Inn of the Prancing Pony on an errand for Gandalf. And so our adventures began from there with the War of the Ring. After the enemy- the Dark Lord Sauron- had been defeated Aragorn became at last the King of Gondor – he finally took up the throne and married Arwen Umdómiel and she bore to him a son, Eldarion. And so, in the year 1541 of the Fourth Age of Middle earth Aragorn gave into life and I built our great Grey Ship in Ithilien in which myself and Gimli left Middle earth forever seeking the Undying Lands, but when we were caught in a storm we landed here," Legolas explained as briefly as possible so as not to confuse the boy.
"And what happened to Arwen?" asked Eragon.
"To that we know only this much. She went back to Loríen but the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood had already departed into the West so when the last leaves of the Mallorn trees fell, Arwen laid herself to rest upon Caring Amroth, and there is her green grave until the world is changed and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after. That is all that is said of the passing of the Evenstar," Legolas finished sadly.
This tale left so much more room for more stories of Middle earth that Eragon longed to hear. But Legolas would tell no more as they arrived at where Saphira had hidden, which would also be their camp site for the night.
But Saphira did not give them a warm welcome when they arrived. She was angry for reasons Legolas and Gimli could not fathom, nor did they bother to ask. After dinner, Brom suggested some more sword training. Legolas drew his knife and Eragon groaned, Legolas smirked. This time Brom made Eragon use the magic to blunt the blades. He gave him the correct words and Legolas was required to do the same. "Gëuloth du knífr!" the Elf muttered, running his finger along the blade to make sure it was sharp.
"Gëuloth du knife!" Eragon said. Nothing happened.
"Knífr not knife!" Brom corrected. The boy tried again. "Gëuloth du knífr!" he said and this time a protective invisible barrier came between the sharp edge of the blade and his fingers.
"You know what to do?" said Legolas readying himself.
"Yes," Eragon replied flatly.
They began. Eragon came out of the duel with numerous bruises, scowling when Legolas told him he had made progress. "Does this look like progress to you?" he snapped showing the Elf the bruise that was beginning to come up on his arm.
"You will learn in time," Legolas smiled and went to sit with Gimli.
Eragon turned to Saphira and found that her eyes were laughing. He glared at her but she spoke to him, no longer angry but amusement etched into her voice. 'Tomorrow I wish you to fly with me,' she said. It was a demand more than a request.
'Fine,' Eragon replies. Great, he thought, now he would have to suffer pain from Saphira as well as his aching limbs!
-:-
"Use the saddle Eragon if you are to ride Saphira," said Brom.
Once she was saddled and Eragon was secure, she took off souring high into the clouds. This left Legolas, Gimli and Brom to talk. "I wonder you two, I over heard the tale you told the boy yesterday, of your friends in Middle earth and that seems to branch out into so many more tales."
"If you wish us to tell you a tale from our home land just ask," said Gimli shrugging. He was riding Cadoc uncertainly, relieving Loshîth of her added weight; he clung on tightly while Legolas rode casually, perched lightly on is back. "So, which will it be?"
"There are many I would like to hear, but the one about the War of the Ring interests me most. From what I have gathered from hints you have dropped, it was a mighty adventure, and one that is very important in Middle earth," said Brom.
"Indeed it is, it decided the entire fate of Middle earth, whether it should be taken over by evil and plunged into darkness, or whether good would rein supreme," said Gimli.
Legolas laughed. "Gimli, your words are certainly more poetic than they used to be!"
"It is been around an Elf for too long!" said the Dwarf.
"Now, as for our tale, it is long and some things we do not know about it. But we may tell you as much as we will," said Legolas he took a breath and began to recount all of their passed adventure involving the Ring and the members of the Fellowship who they had befriended.
"And so Boromir was slain by many orc arrows protecting the Perrianath," said Legolas.
"The Perrianath? They are the Halflings you spoke of? Whom this tale revolves around?" asked Brom, he had asked questions such as this throughout the first part of the tale, verifying certain facts and manes and dates.
"Yes," said Gimli.
"Frodo had gone, and Sam also to continue their journey to Mordor," Legolas continued. Brom listened eagerly, his eyes growing wider and wider as the story progressed. "But we could not leave Merry and Pippin to their fate with Saruman's Uruk-hai, so myself, Gimli and Aragorn took up chase across the plains of Rohan."
"On that road we met Éomer; Third Rider of the Mark and from that day to near the end of our tale did a feud of sort stand between us as to the beauty of the Lady Galadriel of Loríen. But Aragorn swore to him that he would come to Edoras to the Hall of Meduseld, the Hall of Théoden King of Rohan," Gimli continued from where Legolas had left off, "But we could not catch up to the Uruks in time as we learnt that the Riders had already slaughtered them during the night. They had seen no sign of our companions. So we feared them to be dead. We went to search through the orc bodies to find a trace of them amongst the burnt carcasses. But Aragorn then picked up their trail which led us into Fangorn Forest," Gimli stopped here and shuddered.
Legolas looked wistfully. "To walk under the eaves of Fangorn the great! There dwells perhaps the oldest being in all of Middle earth, Treebeard is his name as it runs in your tongue. And here we met once more with our fallen comrade- Mithrandir," said Legolas. Brom raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had been both shocked and disturbed to hear of Gandalf's fall in Mariah and of the Balrog, but this was of even greater surprise. A happy turn in a so far gloomy tale. "But he was different, he had been sent back to us now as Gandalf the White- more powerful than Gandalf the Grey."
"Yet no less grumpy!" Gimli cut in.
They went on to tell of the Battle for Helms Deep in which Gandalf had taken Shadowfax, his mighty white horse from Rohan, Lord of all horse, and had brought Erkenbrand and his soldiers to help win the victory, they had driven the remaining orcs into Fangorn where non had ever come out, for Ents hate orcs most as they cut down trees which were their friends and destroy things needlessly. Brom's eyes lit up at the account of the battle and was excited to hear more about the strange Ents and their ways which Legolas was more than willing to tell.
Gimli went on up until the Paths of the dead, then Legolas had to take over and all he told was in brief because he knew his friend's fear for that place. "From what we gather of the Hobbit's Frodo and Sam's journey, they met up with the creature Gollum who had been in the care of my people in Mirkwood before he managed to escape. He led them through the Dead Marshes, no easy task. And then to the Pass of Cirith Ungol, Shelob's lair. She is a hideous creature of purest evil, she takes the form of a giant spider and will pray on anything she can sting that dose not escape her pincers. Frodo was stung, and Samwise, thinking his master dead, left Frodo taking the Ring with him in the hope that he would be able to complete the task."
"That Hobbit did have some sense at least. He turned out to be very brave, not to mention loyal," Gimli said knowingly.
"And what became of the other- Frodo?" asked Brom deeply engrossed in the tale. But just at that moment they were interrupted by Saphira landing, a windswept Eragon climbed off her back, stumbling slightly at the feeling of ground beneath his feet as he regained feeling in his numb legs.
"That - was – brilliant!" he said gasping for breath. "I – will- ride Saphira – more often!" he panted leaning against the dragon. "I saw the whole world through her eyes! All of it! I wasn't flying her, I was flying with her! everything is so much more vivid and the colours are far more sharper through a dragon's eyes!"
Saphira sat with a thoroughly satisfied look on her face. 'You both enjoyed it then?' Legolas asked her.
'I was just doing what comes naturally for me. Eragon had never experienced anything like it, so I think he enjoyed it- yes,' Saphira said smugly.
But their previous conversation was cut short by Eragon beginning to give a detailed account of his flight. They found a place which was suitable to rest in for an hour or two while Eragon rested and Saphira got her energy back and relax her tired wings. Legolas and Gimli would continue their tale another time.
A/N Yay!!! There you go, another chapter. Please go review and you'll get another update soon!!
Peace out dudes
Lolly pop