A/N, There will be some differences from the books. The reasons for that are firstly, that I don't remember everything perfectly from the books and secondly, I change some things to make them fit my story. If you find any such inaccuracies I am always happy to know about themJ
Eragon and Saphira crossed the wards into Ellesmera just before noon. Not long after that, they were walking down the main road. Eragon was riding on Saphira's back wearing his finest tunic. The word of his arrival had spread quickly to the elves in the city and many of them had wanted to see him with their own eyes. The sheer amounts of them amazed Eragon. There was singing and dancing in the streets, as well as the occasional tears of joy. Small gifts and flowers were being thrown at them. On caught in Eragon's hair and he let it be there. The looks of wonder and cheer on their faces were enough to warm Eragon's heart. Being back in Ellesmera after such a long time felt almost surreal. Its beauty and wonder hit Eragon like it had the first time. Not much had changed since he'd last visited. A people who had lived for so long in this place must have little reason to change it, Eragon thought.
Just look at all these elves, so happy to see us. Eragon could feel how touched Saphira was.
I know, Eragon replied. And to think that barely fifteen years ago I was just a poor farm boy and you were just an egg. Saphira hummed happily, her eyes sparkling. A group of small children had appeared in front of Saphira. They were all staring up at her in open-mouthed awe. Their gazes would have embarrassed Eragon, but Saphira seemed to be pleased. She bent her large head down and allowed them to pat her snout. The short stop allowed Eragon to pay closer attention to the crowd around him. A pretty female elf stretched out her hand with a beautiful pink flower. Eragon reached down and took it seeing tears of joy glittering on her cheeks. Saphira started walking again and Eragon raised his head once more. Suddenly a familiar figure caught his eye. He was standing completely still by the edge of the crowds. A jolt of shock went through Eragon. He scanned the face of the old man. Only one eye was staring back at him. His other eyelid remained closed over the place where his eye had been. Saphira look, Eragon said sending a mental picture of the old man. Sloan, she replied flatly.
He has only one eye. I told the elves to restore both to him. Could he have had the other on taken out again? Eragon mused.
I wonder, Saphira said. Could he have been half-good? Or fulfilled but half of the bargain? And so the elves would have given him back half the amount of his previous eyes. Eragon could not help but chuckle at this thought.
That does sound like something the elves would do. Saphira agreed and they continued on their way.