Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are in this story, they belong to Christopher Paolini and J.R.R Tolkien. I now know from his website that Christopher Paolini has already planned out his 5th book, but this is just my attempt to write my own version of the events that happened after Eragon Kingslayer (I prefer Shadeslayer) left Alagaёsia.

Authors note: When we last saw Eragon, he was traveling down the Jiet River out into the wild unknown of the world beyond Alagaёsia. Eragon, Saphira, and Glaedr had already discovered that the world was round, and that Alagaёsia was only a small part of the world. You will remember if you looked at the previous chapter that I said that Eragon will be a part of this story. This is the chapter. Remember how the elves and the Urgals mentioned that they came to Alagaёsia from across the sea in the west? The claim to know the land they came from is called Alalёa, but where is that you may wonder. This story will attempt to answer that question.

I have added new material in the first chapter during this update.

In The Silmarilian, the history of Aman (and the Ainur) were described in great detail, with a great amount of characters and places. The tale that will be described takes place during the Later Days, specifically after the Last Ship sailed from Middle-Earth to Valinor. Those of you who have read The Silmarilian will already have one cursory understanding of what happened before this tale occurred. For the purposes of this story, the history of Arda will be at least slightly different. Even though I like the role music has in Tolkien's book as the instrument that was used to create a vision of the world, music is not going to be used in the same way in this tale. Some of the characters who are in the original book will be left out to make the writing more streamlined. Some of the key events will still happen, but potentially with different conditions and triggers.

At one time there were many of them, but now there was only three. A whole race was nearly extinguished and the rest of them had nearly been enslaved, but in the end, that had not come to pass. One member of this race was flying over a river, toward who knew where. All that she knew for sure was that it was far away from a certain someone, a someone that she would never forget. (big hint, you should be able to guess who is being referred to) It was sad enough that the green-colored-mate was not around but it was even worse for her partner, who not only shared her loss, but the loss of not being around a certain two-legs-with-pointed-ears. (another hint. If you have not figured it out correctly by now, I'm disappointed)

As she followed the bend to the right in the winding-wet-river, she kept an eye on the slowly moving vessel that was on its surface as it smoothly but lazily continued on in a roughly east direction. A full day had gone by since the parting, but even though the parting had hurt, there was nothing that could be done. After all, her partner's fate was inevitable. Part of his fortune had been set before him, and he knew that there was no way to change this part of it. And now, there he was, in the slow-moving-boat on the winding-wet-river below her, surrounded by a desolate landscape that spread out as far as she could see. Forced out of his own land by fate into a foreign place where no two-legs or four-legs had ever gone before. Now he was surrounded by 12 two-legs-with-pointy-ears, and her, as she soared through the skies, watching over him with her sapphire eyes. (big hint)

She flew for an hour more before she decided that she had nearly flown enough for one day. She twisted to the left as she made her approach toward the bone-breaking-ground in a controlled spiral. She landed down on the ground beside the river with a controlled thump and dug in her claws into the dusty soil. She twisted herself into a circle and lay down on the ground as she patiently waited for the two-legs-with-pointy-ears to catch up to her. By the time the ship arrived where she was, it was late evening. The passengers on the vessel steered it to her side of the river as she patiently watched and waited. When the vessel was secured to the bank with ropes and stakes and the anchor thrown overboard, a wooden board a few feet across was laid down to act as a ramp from the vessel to the embankment. It was at this time that one of the two-legs-with-pointed-ears walked onto the ramp and onto the river bank.

When this particular creature saw her, his face, which had had a pensive expression, turned into a face full of joy. He turned and ran toward her, with a big smile on his face. A feeling of great pleasure enveloped her, and she consciously let down her mental guard. Into her mind came and flowed the feelings of joy and happiness as they mentally embraced each other, and sent their thoughts to one another. She smiled, or at least she tried to smile at him. He ran up to her and stroked her snout as they continued to send their mutual warm feelings to each other. Her partner was now here with her, and she with him. After about 15 seconds, they switched from sending their mutual feelings for each other and instead turned their thoughts to words as they spoke to each other from mind to mind.

"It's so good to feel you again Sapphira. Oh how I've missed you."

"And I you, little one."

"Sapphira!", he responded back in mock disdain. "Does it ever occur to you that this habit of calling me 'little one' is getting a little old? How long are you going to keep this up?"

She responded back humorously: "As long as I am bigger than you Eragon, which as far as I can see is going to be for forever."

Eragon rolled around his eyes as he came up with a reply: "Oh come on Sapphira, both you and I know that was not always the case. Both you and I know there was a time when you were the little one and I was not. And during that time, did I ever refer to you as 'little-one?'"

Sapphira's mental voice rumbled a little as her smugness lessened a bit. "No, but that doesn't mean that you didn't see me as one while I was a hatch-ling." Eragon sighed, his point had been returned onto him by Sapphira. "We can both agree that both of us were little ones at some point Eragon, but the fact simply is that right now I am now taller than you, and am still growing, while you have stopped growing, and will remain that way for the rest of our lives. It makes little sense to get upset by this certainty. We are who we are." Eragon sighed, then spoke to himself his true name, and reminded himself of who he was. After that, he felt calm and content again with who he was, and he felt less bothered by the nickname Sapphira had given him.

After this, Eragon opened up his mind a little and felt around them the little life-forms that were in the air around him, as well as the minds of Glaedr, Blödhgarm, the other Eldunarí and the other 12 elves that were around him. Most of the Eldunarí were wrapped up in their own thoughts and were not as observant or aware of their surroundings, but those that were, except for Glaedr, had not said anything to Eragon or Saphira that day. The terrain had not changed in any significant way since the separation from Aria yesterday. There had been not very much new information for the Eldunarí to try to retain and remember. The only notable thing they had so far was that the Jiet River had still not ended. If someone was going to redraw a map of whatever part of the world they were in, they had traveled at least 20 miles out than anyone else had been before. Even if Eragon couldn't find a place to set up the Riders east of Alagaёsia, he would have at least explored and discovered some lands that no one else had discovered. Perhaps if he went far enough, it could merit the making of a new map that would include Alagaёsia and the lands beyond it.

After taking mental inventory of his companions, Eragon set himself to work on setting up his tent. It took him about 15 minutes to set up his tent and to move his battle-armor, cot, table, lantern, writing paper, quill and ink, and other things into the tent. After he set his tent up and lit his lantern, he opened Domr Aber Wyrda and practiced reading and writing for a good hour and a half. After that, Eragon practiced reciting words from the Ancient Language. Glaedr occasionally corrected Eragon during his exercises, but other than that, he was undisturbed in his studies. After he was done studying for the night, Eragon went outside and talked to Blödhgarm for a short while. As usual, the evasive speech of the elves still made Eragon a little bit awkward inside. He still had difficulty trying to figure out which meaning their words were supposed to imply, but he felt that he was making more headway as time went on.

After talking with Blödhgarm, Eragon went out and practiced sword-fighting with 2 elves. Sometimes Eragon would team up with one elf against the other elf, but at other times the 2 elves would team up on him. They finished up their sword fights with a free-for-all. The free-for-all was a challenge for Eragon because of the ever-changing alliances that occurred. Sometimes he was defending against 2 elves at a time, at other times he would try to attack one elf just for the other elf to intervene by attacking Eragon. Eventually though, Eragon was able to disarm one of his opponents by twirling Brisingr to the right with a flick of his right wrist, and following up by slapping Brisingr's flat into the opposing elf's wrist. The pain the elf felt from the attack created an opening for Eragon to jump up in the air and bring Brisinger down onto the elf's sword. When Brisingr slammed down onto the elf's blade, the elf's grip, which had loosened a bit because of Eragon's last attack, failed altogether. The sword fell out of the elf's grasp, and as the elf reached down toward his sword, Eragon brought Brisingr's tip and stopped it just short of the elf's neck. The elf stopped reaching for his sword. The other elf stopped his swing as Eragon held his sword stable. Eragon then voiced a thought: "I think that we should call this bout finished. What is your use-name?"

The elf actually smirked, then said: "Just call me Unknown or Anonymous. After all, what importance is my name in comparison to the names of Eragon Kingkiller, Saphira Brightscales, or even, Aria's." Eragon was taken back by the attitude of the elf. It almost sounded like this elf was mocking him. "If I fell in battle, would the whole of Alagaёsia mourn over me? Of course not. I am just a lowly elf that was assigned the duty to protect you and Sapphira." Eragon's thoughts raced, he thought that there was something wrong here. Saphira, who had been resting comfortably, listened through her connection with Eragon, her unease sensed by everyone. The elf continued speaking: "I know I have been beaten in this sword fight Shurt'ugal, but you should not get comfortable beating me. I will show you that I am still a great swords-elf. I will make it my goal to beat you one day. And on that day, all of Alagaёsia will know that you are not the sword-man they all thought you to be. " With that said, the elf stood up, sheathed his sword, and stormed off angrily. Eragon stood there, his mind numb from the shock that had come over him because of the elf's words.

It was Saphira who got Eragon out of his shock by growling as she mentally spoke to Eragon: Looks like after all these months of you not getting into trouble, trouble has already found you. Looks like you will have to be watching your back when I am not around; or else that pointy-eared upstart might try to ambush you. Even though the hostility has come from an elf, a elf who you may have trusted, it is not be a wise idea to let your guard down.