A/N: Mae govannen, mellon nin... Wait, sorry, different universe. Quenya is not the same as the Ancient Language. Here I am again with another chapter. It took a while, but now I have a better idea of where this story is going. As for the review of Seaofgioy, I will indeed make a chapter with all the expressions in different languages and update it every time. On forehand, the writing style may be a bit different than my other chapters, I hope that doesn't affect you guys too much.

Chapter 4: Renewed

Finally, I had returned to Rigbat-Ûr. Thorn agreed to fly me on top of the cliffs, and I made my way back with no troubles. The sun was already setting when I arrived. I guess father had been a bit worried by my late arrival, so I went to his house. He was waiting for me outside:

'Evening son. Why were you gone so long? Was it because of the arrival of the Convoy? Other scouts have reported them arriving.'

'I arrived late because of the Convoy, father. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. But I've got to report to Nar Garzhvog first, then I'll tell you everything.'

'All right, go to Garzhvog now and when you're back I'll have a meal ready.'

I said my thanks and went looking for my uncle. He was standing near the fighting pit, next to him were Skgahgrezh and Yarbog. He was watching a late duel, between a Kull and an Urgal, the latter dam close to my age. They both fought with an axe. Although the Kull was bigger, the Urgal, Yizbar, had better skill. The fight was close to the end. When I arrived, Yizbar hit the hilt of his opponents' axe hard, which broke. With a few more swings, he disarmed him completely and held his axe against his throat. Then Nar Garzhvog bellowed:

'Enough now, Yizbar. To the point of surrender and no more. Do you accept it, Garmesh?'

'I accept', he said. 'Please let me go before anyone else sees this defeat.'

'Garmesh, I have seen this one. It will not be forgotten. Live with it, later you might have another chance. It was a nice duel, both of you. Good work. Go towards your houses now, we have plans for tomorrow and I would not see them ruined by you.' My uncle said. Then he noticed me.

'Nephew, good to see you! Your father was worried when you did not return at the regular time. You're here now, so that doesn't matter. What do you have to report to come to me? I know the Convoy has arrived, so what else has happened.'

'Greetings Nar Garzhvog. If I may give my report in private, that would be better.'

'Sure, follow me. Blood brother, will you see to the preparations of tomorrow? I will join you when I have the time.' After he said that, I followed my uncle under his Namna and into his house. There he asked what had happened. I told him what had happened today, including the meeting with the red dragon and his Rider, and I added:

'The arrival of Murtagh and Thorn is yet unknown to the leaders of the Convoy. I guess it would be best to not tell them anything of him. Let him choose his moment to arrive. Neither would it be a good idea to let our tribe know of his arrival. Tensions are already high, and when they know he is here, things might get out of hand. This is my suggestion of course.'

´Good you brought me this news, nephew. I will do as you say and not tell our people of Murtagh and Thorn being here. I still hold some kind of grudges against him, even after all this time. Tomorrow we´ll greet the Convoy, our way. Go and rest now. You will need it. And don´t tell it anyone, but I think you are the one who will become Rider.´

With these words he sent me home. Why saw he such potential in me? All that counts is favour in battle, is it not? But dragons may be looking at other things.

I thought about Fírnen and Thorn, how they respected me for my magic abilities. Then I remembered one of the things Arana told me during my training in Du Weldenvarden:

Dragons were the first inhabitants of Alagaësia. They live from the magic in this world. They can´t live without it. Remember that when you see a dragon. They will respect you for using magic and that will let you stand out among others.

That must be what they all mean. I stand out because of my magic!

This thought changed a lot in me. I no longer thought of magic use as a shame, but as a gift. How many rams I had defeated mattered very little now. My magic was a gift and I had to use it. Many of my tribe were against magic use because of the fear that Durza had instilled in that dark period of our lives. But neither Durza, nor his master were here. We had been slaves, but now we are free. Why cower in fear when there is nothing to fear? Magic had many good uses as well. That is what Firesword and Flametongue proved when they defeated Galbatorix. When they reinstituted the Rider Order. When they enabled Dwarves and Urgralgra to become Riders. That I was willing to prove.

I returned to my parent´s house again. My dam was already abed, and father stood by the forge. He was one of the blacksmiths of our tribe, and he just finished forging a sword when I told him what Nar Garhzvog told me. We both laughed, because our greeting would hopefully make for some excitement. Then my father said goodbye for the night, and I went to sleep as well.

The next morning I rose early. Not only me, the entire village had. We all prepared the last things for the great welcoming feast. I went towards the clearing where the Convoy had arrived. It was my job to warn the others when the Convoy would arrive. I scouted out the camp and saw the emerald dragon lying next to a great tent, no doubt the tent of Queen Arya, where the egg was being guarded. His mind reached out to me:

'Good morning, Utumros-finariel. You are up early. Why is that?'

I replied in my head: 'Greetings Fírnen-elda. I have come to ask something.'

'Oh, what is it, magic user?'

'I would ask if you, Ebrithil, would not spoil anything of our welcoming feast towards your Rider. You might notice some things that others will not, although the elves might notice these things sooner than the men or dwarves. It will not be of any harm towards them of course, but if you would tell them about it, it would ruin some fun.'

Fírnen chuckled a bit: 'Not tell my Rider anything… that might be fun indeed. I agree with your plan. I will not spoil anything but I will see you again later today.'

'Thank you, Skulblaka. May the winds and sun be at your back, Fírnen-elda. Until later today.'

I returned once again towards Rigbat-Ûr and reported the situation. My uncle gave the sign and everyone moved towards the clearing.