A/N hey everybody, well, time for a new chapter me thinks.
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Tolkien-writer- That has to be one of the best reviews I've ever had for this! Thank you so much! I really wanted to bring the book version into it as it explains everything so much more. And yep, I am definitely a LOTR junky!!! And I just love Eragon!
kitkat- Ahhh! I'm so sorry! I was going to read that but I can't find it on here, I will have another look for it though! Glad you liked that chapter.
Chapter 14- The plan And A Song For The Road
"The Raz'ac have a dragon too?" Eragon got to his feet. He had been examining the Raz'ac tracks that had abruptly stopped and were confused with what looked to Eragon to be the marks of a dragon that had just landed.
"Not a dragon. No dragon would ever submit to been within ten fit of a Raz'ac," said Brom.
'Too right!' Saphira snorted.
"But this is the first evidence I've ever known of them having a flying steed, it is a well known fact that the Raz'ac can get from one place to another with great speed but now I guess we know the reason for it," Brom said, his brow furrowed in thought.
They sat and had lunch, Brom quietly considering every trick he knew, every word of power in is grasp, that could help them track the Raz'ac. He came up with nothing. Everything seemed to be too risky. "So what do we do?" Eragon said frustrated.
"That boy, is up to you. This is your crusade," Brom snapped.
Eragon stood up and abandoned what was left of his lunch and stalked off into the trees. Legolas stood up and followed him. just as he was about to enter the trees, his foot struck something hard. Lying on the ground was a metal flask with a leather strap just long enough to hang off someone's shoulder. A silver insignia was wrought into it. "Eragon," Legolas called.
"What?" the boy stalked out of the trees to the Elf. "Listen Legolas please don't launch into words of comfort and wisdom because I'm really not in the mood."
"No, look at this," the Elf crouched down, Eragon did the same. Legolas reached out warily to pick up the object. But just as his fingers were about to close around the flask, a flash of pain erupted around him. he jumped back in surprise. A scorch mark had appeared on the side of his hand, a patch of skin had been eaten away. His hand had brushed against the leaf litter on the floor and some of the contents on the flask had leaked out onto it, as Legolas had gone to pick it up it had touched his delicate skin.
"Legolas! Are you all right?" Eragon asked concerned as he watched the Elf cradle his injured hand. He picked up the flask and before Legolas could stop him, he tipped it up so that a drop of it fell onto his finger. The liquid began to eat through the flash that it had touched. "Ah!" Eragon gasped in pain. "What is this stuff?"
Legolas shook his had. "We must get this to Brom."
They made their way back to where Brom, Gimli and Saphira were finishing lunch. "Brom, look at what we found! Careful it-"
"Burns," said Brom taking the bottle carefully and sniffing it before holding it at arms length. "I know, and you two went and poured it all over you hands?" he eyed their injuries critically.
"I wasn't to know!" Eragon said defensively. "And Legolas didn't pour it all over his hand, the flask had leaked onto the ground, when he had brushed against the leaf littler, it caught him. it just eats right through the flesh. What is it?"
"It's the oil from the petals of the Seithr plant. But it's been tampered with. In it's natural form its used by jewellers to preserve pearls. But when certain words are said over it along with a blood sacrifice it had the power to eat through flesh. The plant only grows on a small island in the northern seas. But it only eats away flesh. You can tip a spear with it or put it on wood and it leaves it untouched," explained Brom.
"That is why I did not notice it on the leaf litter, it left the fallen leaves intact," said Legolas. "Otherwise I would have not been so foolish as to even attempt to pick it up."
Brom nodded. "It's rather expensive, not to mention rare, especially in this form. Well we better get those wounds bandaged, they don't heal quickly I must warn you though. Not even for an Elf."
Brom went to his saddle bags and tore up some strips of fabric to use as bandages. First he put some salve on each of the burns to help with the healing before binding them. Gimli looked at his friend critically. "Foolish Elf, you of all should know better than to attempt to pick up something like that!"
Legolas glowered at the Dwarf. "Na dínen naug!" he snapped referring to his own tongue. (Be silent Dwarf)
Gimli returned the look.
Eragon had a far away look on his face as they sat around the camp fire, he only snapped back to reality when Gimli waved his hand in front of his face. "Sorry," the boy apologised. "I was just thinking. Brom, you said that the seithr oil was expensive to buy, well I was thinking, if we wanted to find the Raz'ac couldn't we go to a town near the coast that had shipping records if this stuff comes from over seas? I mean, we could check to see who brought it, it will be easy to tell if the Empire purchased any. And then we could find out exactly where the Raz'ac lives can't we?"
Brom's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes we could! Genius boy! Why didn't I think of that? If I had thought of that a long time ago it would have saved me a lot of problems. I suppose Teirm would be our best bet, and my friend Jeod still lives there I think, he could help us. He is a merchant, though we have not seen each other in many years now."
"Where is Teirm?" Legolas asked.
"Southwest, we have to go southwest until we reach the high pass in the Spine. Once on the other side we can head up the coast to Teirm. We should be able to reach it with in a week if we angle away form the Ninor River to the right. By tomorrow we may well be able to see the mountains," said Brom, brimming with excitement.
"And if we can not get the information we need in Teirm, what then?" asked Gimli.
"We should be able to, they keep shipping records. But if we are unable to obtain information we require, who knows after that? We must take each day as it comes," Brom replied casually. He did not want to think of any other possibilities, not when he was in such an optimistic mood.
They stayed where they were, tomorrow they would start a fresh now that they had a plan. Eragon went flying with Saphira again while Brom figured out all the details and plotted their route. Legolas and Gimli took this time to relax and talk leisurely, while they still had a chance.
Eragon landed, full of joy as Saphira settled herself down to rest. After dinner Legolas and Eragon duelled. Eragon was in such high spirits that he did not feel as frustrated when Legolas beat him yet again, he had almost come to terms that he would never be better than the Elf by now, and quite frankly he didn't care. Afterwards, the Elf sat down and gave the boy pointers on how to fight, for which he was very grateful, despite the new bruises that he had accumulated with the blunted blades.
-:-
They were on their way by the time dawn broke. Eragon had decided to ride Cadoc today so he was able to speak with Brom. They were riding along idly when a thought suddenly occurred to Eragon. "Brom, what's the sea like?" he asked.
"The sea? You have never heard of what the sea is like?" said Brom surprised. His eyes grew hazy at the memory. Eragon shook his head. "The sea loves, hates. It can be kind or cruel. It can bless you in the morning and curse you in the afternoon. But it can never be tamed, though many foolish men have tried. You remember that I told you Elves come form across the sea?" said Brom indicating Legolas who was riding next to him, Gimli behind. "They live far from the sea but-"
"Have a deep desire to be borne by it to far off lands. The sea calls us home," said Legolas quietly.
"Yes, there is a song, sung by the Elves that tells of tow lovers who were separated by longing for he sea. It is long and sad. It tells of Aeallamh and Nuada."
"It is like that of fair Nimrodel and her love Amroth. It is a fair song as it runs in my native woodland tongue," said Legolas.
"Tell us Legolas, please?" Eragon begged.
"Very well, this is how it goes in your speech," Legolas began in his soft voice hardly to be heard.
An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.
Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlórien.
From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into water deep,
As mew upon the wing.
The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.
But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore.
Legolas' voice faltered and he stopped. "I can not sing anymore, that is only part of it. I have forgotten much. The last time I sung that was on the eaves of Lothlórien. Do you remember Gimli?"
"Aye, I remember it well," the Dwarf nodded. His memories flooding back to the fair wood.
"It is long and sad for it tells of how sorrow came upon Lothlórien. Then many of the Elves of Nimrodel's kindred left their dwellings and departed, and she lost far south in the passes of the White Mountains. She came not to the ship where Amroth, her lover, waited for her," Legolas finished with a sad sigh.
"And by the waterfall in Lórien, you can hear the voice of Nimrodel, can't you Legolas?" said Gimli.
"Yes, you can," Legolas replied, his mind residing at that moment in Middle earth.
-:-
When they arrived at the Spine's foothills they turned and followed the mountains south. Three days later they came to a wide road rutted by wagon wheels. "This is the main road between and the capital Ur'baen and Teirm. It's use by merchants mostly. I doubt many people will be using it at this time of year, but still we must be cautious," said Brom. He turned to Legolas and Gimli who had already taken the hint and were pulling their hoods up to obscure their faces.
-:-
the days passed quickly as they trekked along the Spine, keeping an eye open for the mountain pass. Eragon was kept busy by Brom, learning the Elven language of Alagaësia, caring for Saphira and practicing magic. Legolas also joined in with lessons, picking up things more quickly then the boy. He had picked up a lot o the Elvish spoken by the Elves in Alagaësia; in fact he was almost fluent. Gimli had also learnt a few words, and even though he said he had no wish to learn any magic, he found himself strangely interested. Brom had also taught Eragon and Legolas to hunt using magic, though it was successful enough and saved a lot of time, Legolas found he favoured his bow more, that was always successful anyway.
Legolas and Eragon would always duel of an evening around the camp fire, and sometimes Legolas would sit and show Eragon how to make new arrows. Watching the Elf and the boy, Gimli and Brom would sit and smoke their pipes, laughing and jesting. At every opportunity Gimli was more than happy to share his knowledge of stone work with the old man who was greatly interested in all he had to tell.
-:-
At the pass the River Toark rushed out of it and cut across the road. "We will follow the river all the way to the sea," said Brom. "In the middle of the mountains is the Woadark Lake, a river flows form either end of it, both are called the Toark. This one runs to join Leona Lake, the other goes to the sea."
Legolas' eye lit up, and a small smile touched his lips.
After two days of travelling in the Spine it took them another day to descend through the foothills and arrive at the other side of the Spine. With no mountains to hide, Saphira had to be more careful to conceal herself, flying lower to the ground then usual.
They left the Spine behind and found that the weather near Teirm was damp and dreary, a thick mist hung in the air as the company set up in the driest spot they could find. "Saphira will have to keep out of sight from now on, she will have to find a place to hide and stay there. Many people will be travelling close to Teirm, she can not risk been seen. Also, we should travel by false names, just in case any members of the Empire are on our trail. You shall be my nephew Evan, and I your uncle Neal. Legolas and Gimli- well Gimli will be harder to hide but-"Brom tried to think of a way to sneak Gimli into the city with out been seen by unwanted eyes. No solution came forth however.
Gimli sighed, knowing what was to come. "I go with Saphira I take it?" he said solemnly. "While you sit and dine and drink fine ale, I shall be hiding with the dragon."
'Nice to know I am appreciated,' Saphira muttered to Legolas, he smirked.
"Well, I think my friend Jeod will help us, he is trustworthy enough to know of Legolas and Gimli's true identities. In fact Gimli, I think you may be able to enter Teirm with us after all. You can stay at Jeod's while we go about our business and drink as much fine ale as you like!" said Brom having a sudden thought.
Gimli's face lit up with the promise of ale and he puffed happily on his pipe.
Legolas fiddled uncomfortably with the bandage around his hand. Brom noticed. He lowered his pipe and came and sat next to the Elf. "It hasn't healed, at all," he said unwrapping the bandage and checking it over.
Brom took his slender white hand gently and eyes the wound. "A Seithr oil burn takes a while to heal yes, but the boy's is healing and this looks as fresh as if you just did it. For a week old burn it shouldn't be this bad." He furrowed his brow. "That slave hasn't done anything. Hmmm, maybe Jeod will know of a better solution."
Brom went and resumed his seat. "Now Legolas, we must think of an alias for you, the like of your name is not known around here, it will only cause more questions to be asked. How does-"Brom paused for a moment in thought eyeing Legolas up and down. "-Will sound to you?"
Gimli almost chocked on his pipe. The Elf's mouth fell open. Eragon snickered behind his hands and Saphira snorted. The Elf scowled but nodded nonetheless.
"And for Gimli's alias..."
A/N Lol!!! I liked that chapter. Anyways, tell me what you!
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EL MUCHACHO LOCO- Yep, I know what you mean. Get an Eragon section on here! Thanks
Xiad Rusco- Cheers!
DaAlCh- yep, they will continue telling Brom and Eragon all about Middle earth in later chapters. Hmmm, Solembum, haven't really thought about him yet, I'll have to see what I can do!
Tolkien-writer- That has to be one of the best reviews I've ever had for this! Thank you so much! I really wanted to bring the book version into it as it explains everything so much more. And yep, I am definitely a LOTR junky!!! And I just love Eragon!
kitkat- Ahhh! I'm so sorry! I was going to read that but I can't find it on here, I will have another look for it though! Glad you liked that chapter.
Chapter 14- The plan And A Song For The Road
"The Raz'ac have a dragon too?" Eragon got to his feet. He had been examining the Raz'ac tracks that had abruptly stopped and were confused with what looked to Eragon to be the marks of a dragon that had just landed.
"Not a dragon. No dragon would ever submit to been within ten fit of a Raz'ac," said Brom.
'Too right!' Saphira snorted.
"But this is the first evidence I've ever known of them having a flying steed, it is a well known fact that the Raz'ac can get from one place to another with great speed but now I guess we know the reason for it," Brom said, his brow furrowed in thought.
They sat and had lunch, Brom quietly considering every trick he knew, every word of power in is grasp, that could help them track the Raz'ac. He came up with nothing. Everything seemed to be too risky. "So what do we do?" Eragon said frustrated.
"That boy, is up to you. This is your crusade," Brom snapped.
Eragon stood up and abandoned what was left of his lunch and stalked off into the trees. Legolas stood up and followed him. just as he was about to enter the trees, his foot struck something hard. Lying on the ground was a metal flask with a leather strap just long enough to hang off someone's shoulder. A silver insignia was wrought into it. "Eragon," Legolas called.
"What?" the boy stalked out of the trees to the Elf. "Listen Legolas please don't launch into words of comfort and wisdom because I'm really not in the mood."
"No, look at this," the Elf crouched down, Eragon did the same. Legolas reached out warily to pick up the object. But just as his fingers were about to close around the flask, a flash of pain erupted around him. he jumped back in surprise. A scorch mark had appeared on the side of his hand, a patch of skin had been eaten away. His hand had brushed against the leaf litter on the floor and some of the contents on the flask had leaked out onto it, as Legolas had gone to pick it up it had touched his delicate skin.
"Legolas! Are you all right?" Eragon asked concerned as he watched the Elf cradle his injured hand. He picked up the flask and before Legolas could stop him, he tipped it up so that a drop of it fell onto his finger. The liquid began to eat through the flash that it had touched. "Ah!" Eragon gasped in pain. "What is this stuff?"
Legolas shook his had. "We must get this to Brom."
They made their way back to where Brom, Gimli and Saphira were finishing lunch. "Brom, look at what we found! Careful it-"
"Burns," said Brom taking the bottle carefully and sniffing it before holding it at arms length. "I know, and you two went and poured it all over you hands?" he eyed their injuries critically.
"I wasn't to know!" Eragon said defensively. "And Legolas didn't pour it all over his hand, the flask had leaked onto the ground, when he had brushed against the leaf littler, it caught him. it just eats right through the flesh. What is it?"
"It's the oil from the petals of the Seithr plant. But it's been tampered with. In it's natural form its used by jewellers to preserve pearls. But when certain words are said over it along with a blood sacrifice it had the power to eat through flesh. The plant only grows on a small island in the northern seas. But it only eats away flesh. You can tip a spear with it or put it on wood and it leaves it untouched," explained Brom.
"That is why I did not notice it on the leaf litter, it left the fallen leaves intact," said Legolas. "Otherwise I would have not been so foolish as to even attempt to pick it up."
Brom nodded. "It's rather expensive, not to mention rare, especially in this form. Well we better get those wounds bandaged, they don't heal quickly I must warn you though. Not even for an Elf."
Brom went to his saddle bags and tore up some strips of fabric to use as bandages. First he put some salve on each of the burns to help with the healing before binding them. Gimli looked at his friend critically. "Foolish Elf, you of all should know better than to attempt to pick up something like that!"
Legolas glowered at the Dwarf. "Na dínen naug!" he snapped referring to his own tongue. (Be silent Dwarf)
Gimli returned the look.
Eragon had a far away look on his face as they sat around the camp fire, he only snapped back to reality when Gimli waved his hand in front of his face. "Sorry," the boy apologised. "I was just thinking. Brom, you said that the seithr oil was expensive to buy, well I was thinking, if we wanted to find the Raz'ac couldn't we go to a town near the coast that had shipping records if this stuff comes from over seas? I mean, we could check to see who brought it, it will be easy to tell if the Empire purchased any. And then we could find out exactly where the Raz'ac lives can't we?"
Brom's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes we could! Genius boy! Why didn't I think of that? If I had thought of that a long time ago it would have saved me a lot of problems. I suppose Teirm would be our best bet, and my friend Jeod still lives there I think, he could help us. He is a merchant, though we have not seen each other in many years now."
"Where is Teirm?" Legolas asked.
"Southwest, we have to go southwest until we reach the high pass in the Spine. Once on the other side we can head up the coast to Teirm. We should be able to reach it with in a week if we angle away form the Ninor River to the right. By tomorrow we may well be able to see the mountains," said Brom, brimming with excitement.
"And if we can not get the information we need in Teirm, what then?" asked Gimli.
"We should be able to, they keep shipping records. But if we are unable to obtain information we require, who knows after that? We must take each day as it comes," Brom replied casually. He did not want to think of any other possibilities, not when he was in such an optimistic mood.
They stayed where they were, tomorrow they would start a fresh now that they had a plan. Eragon went flying with Saphira again while Brom figured out all the details and plotted their route. Legolas and Gimli took this time to relax and talk leisurely, while they still had a chance.
Eragon landed, full of joy as Saphira settled herself down to rest. After dinner Legolas and Eragon duelled. Eragon was in such high spirits that he did not feel as frustrated when Legolas beat him yet again, he had almost come to terms that he would never be better than the Elf by now, and quite frankly he didn't care. Afterwards, the Elf sat down and gave the boy pointers on how to fight, for which he was very grateful, despite the new bruises that he had accumulated with the blunted blades.
-:-
They were on their way by the time dawn broke. Eragon had decided to ride Cadoc today so he was able to speak with Brom. They were riding along idly when a thought suddenly occurred to Eragon. "Brom, what's the sea like?" he asked.
"The sea? You have never heard of what the sea is like?" said Brom surprised. His eyes grew hazy at the memory. Eragon shook his head. "The sea loves, hates. It can be kind or cruel. It can bless you in the morning and curse you in the afternoon. But it can never be tamed, though many foolish men have tried. You remember that I told you Elves come form across the sea?" said Brom indicating Legolas who was riding next to him, Gimli behind. "They live far from the sea but-"
"Have a deep desire to be borne by it to far off lands. The sea calls us home," said Legolas quietly.
"Yes, there is a song, sung by the Elves that tells of tow lovers who were separated by longing for he sea. It is long and sad. It tells of Aeallamh and Nuada."
"It is like that of fair Nimrodel and her love Amroth. It is a fair song as it runs in my native woodland tongue," said Legolas.
"Tell us Legolas, please?" Eragon begged.
"Very well, this is how it goes in your speech," Legolas began in his soft voice hardly to be heard.
An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.
Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlórien.
From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into water deep,
As mew upon the wing.
The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.
But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore.
Legolas' voice faltered and he stopped. "I can not sing anymore, that is only part of it. I have forgotten much. The last time I sung that was on the eaves of Lothlórien. Do you remember Gimli?"
"Aye, I remember it well," the Dwarf nodded. His memories flooding back to the fair wood.
"It is long and sad for it tells of how sorrow came upon Lothlórien. Then many of the Elves of Nimrodel's kindred left their dwellings and departed, and she lost far south in the passes of the White Mountains. She came not to the ship where Amroth, her lover, waited for her," Legolas finished with a sad sigh.
"And by the waterfall in Lórien, you can hear the voice of Nimrodel, can't you Legolas?" said Gimli.
"Yes, you can," Legolas replied, his mind residing at that moment in Middle earth.
-:-
When they arrived at the Spine's foothills they turned and followed the mountains south. Three days later they came to a wide road rutted by wagon wheels. "This is the main road between and the capital Ur'baen and Teirm. It's use by merchants mostly. I doubt many people will be using it at this time of year, but still we must be cautious," said Brom. He turned to Legolas and Gimli who had already taken the hint and were pulling their hoods up to obscure their faces.
-:-
the days passed quickly as they trekked along the Spine, keeping an eye open for the mountain pass. Eragon was kept busy by Brom, learning the Elven language of Alagaësia, caring for Saphira and practicing magic. Legolas also joined in with lessons, picking up things more quickly then the boy. He had picked up a lot o the Elvish spoken by the Elves in Alagaësia; in fact he was almost fluent. Gimli had also learnt a few words, and even though he said he had no wish to learn any magic, he found himself strangely interested. Brom had also taught Eragon and Legolas to hunt using magic, though it was successful enough and saved a lot of time, Legolas found he favoured his bow more, that was always successful anyway.
Legolas and Eragon would always duel of an evening around the camp fire, and sometimes Legolas would sit and show Eragon how to make new arrows. Watching the Elf and the boy, Gimli and Brom would sit and smoke their pipes, laughing and jesting. At every opportunity Gimli was more than happy to share his knowledge of stone work with the old man who was greatly interested in all he had to tell.
-:-
At the pass the River Toark rushed out of it and cut across the road. "We will follow the river all the way to the sea," said Brom. "In the middle of the mountains is the Woadark Lake, a river flows form either end of it, both are called the Toark. This one runs to join Leona Lake, the other goes to the sea."
Legolas' eye lit up, and a small smile touched his lips.
After two days of travelling in the Spine it took them another day to descend through the foothills and arrive at the other side of the Spine. With no mountains to hide, Saphira had to be more careful to conceal herself, flying lower to the ground then usual.
They left the Spine behind and found that the weather near Teirm was damp and dreary, a thick mist hung in the air as the company set up in the driest spot they could find. "Saphira will have to keep out of sight from now on, she will have to find a place to hide and stay there. Many people will be travelling close to Teirm, she can not risk been seen. Also, we should travel by false names, just in case any members of the Empire are on our trail. You shall be my nephew Evan, and I your uncle Neal. Legolas and Gimli- well Gimli will be harder to hide but-"Brom tried to think of a way to sneak Gimli into the city with out been seen by unwanted eyes. No solution came forth however.
Gimli sighed, knowing what was to come. "I go with Saphira I take it?" he said solemnly. "While you sit and dine and drink fine ale, I shall be hiding with the dragon."
'Nice to know I am appreciated,' Saphira muttered to Legolas, he smirked.
"Well, I think my friend Jeod will help us, he is trustworthy enough to know of Legolas and Gimli's true identities. In fact Gimli, I think you may be able to enter Teirm with us after all. You can stay at Jeod's while we go about our business and drink as much fine ale as you like!" said Brom having a sudden thought.
Gimli's face lit up with the promise of ale and he puffed happily on his pipe.
Legolas fiddled uncomfortably with the bandage around his hand. Brom noticed. He lowered his pipe and came and sat next to the Elf. "It hasn't healed, at all," he said unwrapping the bandage and checking it over.
Brom took his slender white hand gently and eyes the wound. "A Seithr oil burn takes a while to heal yes, but the boy's is healing and this looks as fresh as if you just did it. For a week old burn it shouldn't be this bad." He furrowed his brow. "That slave hasn't done anything. Hmmm, maybe Jeod will know of a better solution."
Brom went and resumed his seat. "Now Legolas, we must think of an alias for you, the like of your name is not known around here, it will only cause more questions to be asked. How does-"Brom paused for a moment in thought eyeing Legolas up and down. "-Will sound to you?"
Gimli almost chocked on his pipe. The Elf's mouth fell open. Eragon snickered behind his hands and Saphira snorted. The Elf scowled but nodded nonetheless.
"And for Gimli's alias..."
A/N Lol!!! I liked that chapter. Anyways, tell me what you!
No update at all next week guys, I'm going on holiday, again! Just to Cornwall this time though, Wahoo! Surfing here I come!!!
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