Forward notation. As of this chapter, for the most part, everyone will speak in the Ancient Language while everyone is in Ellsemera. There will be a few instances where this is not the case, but I will do my best to clarify them. Please forgive me if I make a contradiction to something said in an earlier chapter. The elves are going to adopt three different terms when referring to dragons. Skulblaka for Alagasian Dragons, Dovah for Tamriel Dragons. And Dragons for the Dragon species in general. I will not catch all of this, but I will certainly try. After reviewing this chapter, I have broken it into three parts. It was just too long for one chapter.
Rise of the Dragons
Chapter 12
Legacies of the Pinewood City pt 1
"O my Daughter, I have wronged you!" The final piece of the puzzle on Arya had finally clicked into place for Leonde. He remained stoic and immobile after ending his salute. He made sure that his head remained bowed but always kept his eyes on those around him, focusing primarily on the Queen. Eragon, in private, told Leonde of the prophecy and asked Leonde to keep it secret. Leonde agreed. How he would love one of Noble Birth but could not know if it would end for good or ill. He was sure This would cause complications and would need to keep a closer eye on these two. He was confident that Arya would do her best to avoid encouraging Eragon. Finally, after a moment, Arya replied.
"Islanzadi Drottning." Arya's voice was one of strict formality.
At the words, the Queen withdrew as if she had been stung by a wasp and repeated herself in the Ancient Language this time. "O my daughter, I have wronged you." The Queen was good as he suddenly felt Arya's touch upon his mind; /~She is using the crowd to manipulate me into forgiving her publicly. You have never given us ill advice.~/
The fact that Arya had sought his council had pleased him. Not a high or mighty feeling but soft contentment. But he listened to the Queen. She covered her face.
"Ever since you disappeared, I've not slept or eaten. I was haunted by your fate and feared that I would never see you again. Banning you from my presence was the greatest mistake I have ever made...Can you forgive me?"
Leonde listened to Arya's concern as her pause gave Leonde time to think; his reply was almost as quick. /~You can tell her, though I can not forgive you, as a Rider, my place is here. Or you can forgive her. But know that Orik sees you bow to political pressure, which damages your ability to make any legitimate claim to the Rider's Leadership. She assumes you are the leader already.~/
His reply was a little longer coming as the Queen was horrified when Arya finally spoke. "For seventy years, I have lived and loved, fought and killed without ever speaking to you, my mother. Our lives are long, but even so, that is no small span."
The Queen Drew herself up, lifting her chin as a tremor ran through her. "I cannot undo the past, Arya, no matter how much I desire to."
"And I cannot forget what I endured."
"Nor should you." The Queen took hold of her daughter's hands. "Arya, I love you. You are my only family. Go if you must, but I would be reconciled with you unless you wish to renounce me." Leonde listened to the words as he mentally said one last thing to Arya.
/~To thine own self be true Arya.~/ Breaking the mental contact. Leonde had felt the turmoil that she held so clearly in control. And just when it seemed that Arya would not answer, she looked over at the Lords and ladies, then to Eragon. Finally, she turned to look at her mother; lowering her eyes, she said.
"No, Mother. I could not leave." Islanzadi smiled uncertainly, but this time she embraced Arya so did she return the embrace.
At this, people in the pavilion began to smile as the Raven hoped from one side of his perch to the other before cackling out, "And on the door was graven evermore, what now became the family lore, Let us never do but adore!"
The verse made Leonde smirk as he could feel his back twinge slightly. The Raven, of course, was shushed by the Queen, who said. "Hush Blagden, keep your doggerel to your self."
At this point, Firnen approached the Queen, mentally presenting her with a Greeting. /~May good fortune rule over you. ~/
"Peace live in your heart." allowing Firnen to complete the ritual greeting.
/~And the stars watch over you.~/ After the greeting was completed, /~I am Firnen. Arya is my Rider.~/ he said, his voice projecting across the entire assembly; as expected, there were gasps as a murmur went through. Barely contained emotion was apparent as Arya stepped forward. With great respect, she swept her hand towards Saphira and Eragon.
"I present to you our leaders." And it sent a total shock as Saphira approached first to greet the Queen as Firnen had, then introduced herself, and finally, Eragon approached. Leonde had noticed how the Elf lords and ladies were shocked that Arya had introduced him as the leader. Leonde studied the face of the Queen.
The flash of reaction was quick and brief. Surprise, shock, and the, most important, Outrage. Outrage that her daughter was not the leader of the dragon riders. But it was well concealed; Leonde wasn't sure that Eragon had seen it. The Queen seemed to hold it in check as she said, "You carry a powerful name Shadeslayer one we rarely bestow upon our children." With a nod, Eragon now turned to present Murtagh.
"I present to you the last of the New Riders, who is my..." Eragon froze for a brief moment. "He who is my brother and his dragon." Presenting his arm toward Murtagh and Thorn, Leonde broke his Salute stance as Murtagh approached. Then, to everyone's surprise, Thorn moved directly behind Murtagh as he lowered his head to greet the Queen, introduced himself, and finally assumed a somewhat defensive posture. Allowed Murtagh to introduce himself.
"I... Am Murtagh Shadeslayer... Morzansson." He said as the Elf lords broke composure as the shock came from them. Leonde took a step forward beside Murtagh as Thorn bared his teeth slightly. Saphira, of course, moved a little. The Queen was clearly surprised as she never expected this. The growl of Odahviing made him them pull back some as The Queen held her composure. "You carry a name that has long been shunned. One that has not been spoken of openly since the fall."
The reply from Murtagh, "A son doesn't choose his father. This..." And turning around to lift his tunic up to expose his scared back, "was the only thing he ever gave to me, in a drunken rage, when he threw Zar'roc at me. I was three years old." Turning around to drop his shirt, he stood looking at the Queen. It was Eragon who spoke up.
"My brother has proven himself in deed and word. Were it not for my brother, I would have remained a captive of the Shade, Durza."
"Murtagh was the one who rescued Eragon from Gil'ead, who in turned rescued me." Arya spoke. "He has my trust."
The Queen was shocked as she looked around, surprised that such events could have happened so fast as she said. "There is much to discuss but first."
Looking up at the great dragon who stood there, she asked, "It has been many a century, even long before the fall, that a Wild dragon has honored our city with their presence. Would you honor us with the name you wish to be known by?" She spoke with the greatest tone of respect as the great dragon slowly lowered his head over the group to look at the Queen. His red eyes burned with fire as he spoke. Not mentally, but verbally. He did not repeat the elven greeting, but he did speak in the elven tongue.
"Drem Yol Lok, Greetings, I am... Odahviing" His speech made many elf lords stand up in shock. "And I Introduce to you... my friend... my companion... "
Odahviing pulled his head back, and Leonde moved forward to the Queen, lifting his hand up. Leonde swallowed his pride as he inhaled and exhaled before he relaxed, bringing his fingers to his lips as he began the Elven Greeting.
"I am Leonde Dragonheart, Dragonborn." Pausing for a brief moment, "Your Highness. Odahviing and I are not from Alagaeisa. We come from a distant land called Tamriel... The Dragons, or Dovah in their tongue, are unlike the Dragons or Skulblaka of Alagaesia. He is much more dangerous than a wild dragon; I ask that your people... for their sake, do not antagonize him. And if you ask him about the Dovah... always remember. Odahviing from time to time has this... infamously bad habit..." Turning to look at Odahviing, who simply grinned, baring his massive fangs
"Of neglecting to mention important details." Turning to look at the Queen, "Take heed of this when ever he speaks."
He was glad that he had gone through these drills with Arya. Even as composed as she was, her surprise was evident that he had been named friend and companion to a wild Dragon. "In the many thousands of years since the foundation of the riders, one could count on one hand the number of times a wild Dragon has chosen to call someone a friend, and fewer still companion."
She made no comment on his claim of Odahviing's habit of neglecting to mention important details.
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Things had settled down as the Queen once more took her Throne. Leonde listened to Eragon as he narrated his adventure. Where his memory had failed, Saphira picked up. Little less eventful than his own start to his journey. Starting from finding the three eggs in the Spine after they had been teleported by Arya. The eventual hatching of Saphira. The arrival of the Razac, Garrow's death, and their farmhouse's destruction.
As well as their eventual meeting with Brom and departure from Carvahal. The Adventures continued impressing Leonde, His appraisal of Eragon had gone up. The story continued to the events of Dras Leona, where Brom had been mortally wounded after their escape. The arrival of Murtagh, who Eragon made sure to point out neither he nor Saphira had been aware of who he was the son of. Pointing out in great detail how Murtagh had freed Saphira and helped care for Eragon. Finally, after a few days where Murtagh had been helping Eragon, Thorn hatched for him.
Bonding him to the young dragon. Their tale included them traveling to Gil'iad to meet the contact of the Varden, only to have Eragon end up captured. At this point, Saphira said that Murtagh took charge of the situation to rescue him, leading to the discovery of the Shade, Durza, with Arya as his captive. Culminating in Murtagh shooting Durza between the eyes. Murtagh pointed out that, using exact words. He would have aimed for the heart if he knew the only way to kill a Shade was to pierce their heart, not the head.
Their escape with Arya across the Ramr River and head to the Varden. The chase across the Harradic Desert, arrival in the Boer mountains, and discovery of Murtagh's Heritage. Explaining the events that transpired around their appearance to the Varden and the eventual arrival of Odahviing's and Leonde's eventual arrival. Before coming to Ellsemera, it was decided that no one would mention Leonde being a Dragonslayer, much less that he possessed such power. Arya eventually would reveal that to the Queen herself in private.
Almost all events were explained, avoiding a few, such as the arguments in Tarnag and the mention of the Elder Scrolls. After how Leonde described their dangers and how his people had been studying the scrolls for years. With their effects perfectly well known. Ending with their arrival in Ellsemera. Eragon presented a scroll Ajihad had given to Eragon; in truth, he had given it to Nasuada. She had given it to him before Galbatorix forces had attacked them at the River to ensure its safety.
She took the missive and, breaking the seal, she read it. Upon completion of reading it, Leonde noticed her stiffen ever so slightly. His entire focus was on her, looking for any clue about what she had been told. Finally, she closed it up and said, "I see now the depth of my folly. My grief would have ended so much sooner if I had not withdrawn our warriors and ignored Ajihad's messengers after learning Arya had been ambushed. I should never have blamed the Varden for her death. For one so old, I am still far too foolish." No one seemed to contradict the Queen. Finally, after a long silence, Eragon asked.
"Since Arya has returned alive and as a Rider, Will you agree to help the Varden, like before? Ajihad can not succeed otherwise, and I am pledged to his cause."
Without hesitation, the Queen said. " My quarrel with the Varden is as dust in the wind. Fear not; we will assist them as we once did and more because of your victory over the Urgals."
Leaning forward, she finally said, "Will you give me Brom's ring, Eragon." Without hesitation, Leonde watched as he removed it, offering it to the Queen. After plucking it from his Palm with slender fingers. "
"Even though you are his son and heir, you should not have worn this, as it was not meant for you. However, because of your aid to the Varden and my family, I now name you Elf-friend and bestow this ring, Aren, upon you so that all elves, wherever you go, know that you are to be trusted and helped."
Replacing the ring on his finger, Eragon seemed pleased to have been formally gifted his father's ring. Finally, the Queen turned her gaze upon Murtagh. "I would know the events that have led you to abandon Galbatorix and unite with your half-brother." The word Half-brother got noticed by Leonde as he glanced at Murtagh, who seemed to stiffen a little as he said.
"Then I will tell you exactly what I told my brother." Leonde heard the edge creep into Murtagh's voice as he said that last word. Clearly indicating he felt insulted by the terms she used.
Murtagh had explained how Morzan had traveled to a small village while on King's business. During his raising never discovered the name of the village, but it must have been Carvahal. Meeting Selena, showing her a small kindness, and how she accompanied him. As expected, she fell in love which suited Morzan's needs perfectly. This allowed him numerous opportunities to torment her and have a servant who wouldn't betray him. Resting beside Eragon, Leonde noticed the reactions of Eragon and how listening to Morzan had abused his mother.
He had heard it before, but until now, long after, the fact of discovering Murtagh as his brother only seemed to make Eragon enraged. Lifting his hand, Leonde placed it on Eragon's shoulder to steady him. He had considered using a calming spell. But it would have been nullified due to the enchanted items Eragon now wore.
The act had caught the elves' attention, many of whom gave quick, fleeting glances over each other. It was also not lost on the Queen herself. What was not lost on Leonde was that Murtagh never used the term... Father.
Continuing his story, explaining how she became pregnant and was spirited away to give birth. Continuing how he was given to a wet nurse after she gave birth, one of his many drunken rages threw his sword at him, granting him the scar on his back. The only thing Morzan ever gave to him. This would have continued had Morzan not been called away to hunt for the Dragon eggs. At which point his mother vanished. Obviously, Brom somehow had met Selena, and she became pregnant with his child, Eragon. Who fled to Carvahal to give birth and leave Eragon there. After which time, she had returned, obviously. One of the elves pried Murtagh for questions about how Brom met his mother.
But the only thing Murtagh could assume happened was Brom had infiltrated Morzan's castle to kill him. And he grew close to her. Beyond that, he did not know.
He continued to explain how before word of Morzan's death reached them, his mother had returned deathly ill. No doubt due to the events of her travels so quickly after giving birth to Eragon. Leonde noted a tinge of anger creep into his voice as he said that. As if when she died, it had been Eragon's Fault. Leonde chose to interrupt at this point, drawing attention.
"You said you were three years old when Morzan threw his sword at you splitting your back open. How long after that did he leave to find the dragon eggs and your mother? When did she vanish?"
"A month, maybe a month and a half from what I understand." The brown-haired boy looked to Leonde, who said. "Morzan was not the type of man who would have healed you. And your mother obviously lacked the skill and knowledge denied by Morzan."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Murtagh asked.
"A warrior, split open across the back, shoulder to hip. A man would have trouble recovering from such a wound. A baby like you... it's a miracle you didn't die from the wound. If not for the fact Brom saved your life, you would have. You were still healing when she left. If your mother had taken you out of Morzan's castle, you would have died in her arms on the road. You saw the grief of the Queen when she believed Arya was dead. As a father who has lost his own children, to have you die in her arms would have caused her terrible grief. Grief enough to induce a miscarriage of Eragon."
"Resulting in the death of you and your brother. Then after losing both of her children... If madness did not take her, death surely would by her own hand or a broken heart. She did not stay in Carvahal raising Eragon and abandon you; she returned to the castle, where you were kept. She returned, risking Morzan's wrath to save you; sadly, her strength failed her."
Murtagh's eyes opened widely as he put his words into perspective. A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at Eragon, who also had some tears in his eyes. Both young men fight to hold their emotions back. At this point, two elves came outside the pavilion to bring Eragon and Murtagh something to drink as Leonde looked around. The trees were filled with elves watching the proceedings intently; some seemed upset and emotional.
Allowing Murtagh time to collect himself, the Queen said, "Please continue." Her voice was one of softness. Leonde almost swore she had a tear ready to roll down her cheek.
Murtagh simply continued to explain as he grew up, Galbatorix had arranged for him to be brought to Uru'Baen to be raised and provided for his upbringing, but other than that, he was left at his last birthday when he turned eighteen, he had been summoned to Galbatorix, for dinner. Explaining how he had just stared at him the entire time and afterward wove for him a grand vision. With Murtagh pointing out a more seductive and convincing liar Murtagh had never heard. He spared no small detail of Galbatorix's Plan. Something that took the better part of an hour to share, and finally. Enraptured by Galbatorix, foolishly pledged himself to the King and awaited summons.
When the summons came, he discovered the full nature of his folly. For Galbatorix had ranted and raged, he ordered him to destroy Cantos, kill everyone, man, woman, and child, burn them at the stake, and scatter their ashes with dung. At that point, Murtagh realized that Galbatorix had no mercy or foresight to win the people's loyalty and that he vowed to escape that night.
Sadly The King's troops had been waiting for him, and although he escaped, his faithful servant Tornac had been killed. With Murtagh fleeting to a trusted friend's house, he lay in wait, planning his next move and listing any news for Galbatorix to plan his following activities carefully.
At this time, he heard that the Ra'zac had been sent to capture or kill someone. And that he remembered Galbatorix's plan for the dragons, so he chose to hunt them down in hopes that he would find a Dragon Rider. After some tracking, it led him to Eragon and Saphira, who had been captured by the Ra'zac. With his tale over, finally, The Queen spoke firmly. "Unlike the Dwarves or humans, we do not place any responsibility of the parent upon the child. But due to the actions of your father..." She was cut off as Murtagh spoke sharply.
"Do NOT," Biting his tongue, Murtagh composed himself as he said in a softer, more respectful tone to the Queen. "Do not call him that. I hated that man till the day he died. I-I realize now I still hate him. Do not ever call him my father again."
The Queen seemed content with Murtagh's opinion as she spoke. "But due to the fact you were raised by Galbatorix followers, The training you undertake will be held to the highest of standards, and you will be held to the highest of standards as well."
Murtagh listened to her as he looked to Leonde, who gave a slight nod. Murtagh then bowed and said. "I understand perfectly, your highness."
"And what of my training?" Eragon asked
It had taken a moment for the Queen to speak as she had given rapid thought to her reply, which was carefully said. "It will begin in the fullness of time. Yet I fear instructing you is futile as long as your infirmity persists. Unless you can overcome the Shade's magic, you will be reduced to no more than a figurehead. You may still be useful, but only as a shadow of the hope we have nurtured for over a century."
Eragon did everything in his power not to wince as the Queen continued. Without reproach, she continued. "Your situation is not your fault, and it pains me to voice such things. But you must understand the gravity of your disability. I am sorry; I would not voice this if this were unimportant. But you should consider relinquishing Leadership of the Riders to one more capable."
In that instant, Leonde's eyes widened and then seethed with anger. Would she use this to get her daughter as the riders' leader? Just as he was about to speak out, Arya spoke first, almost on the heels of her mother's words.
"That is not possible." She said firmly. "I was the Ambassador to the Elves, Varden, and Dwarves for seventy years. I remember the arguments over the Eggs of Firnen, Saphira, and Thorn. Because of this, and that you are my mother. It would be unacceptable to the Varden and Dwarves. While I am confident in time, I could placate them. It would cause problems easier to avoid than to bring up and confront when we could ill afford such division.
Her words shocked the Queen as she continued. "The Dwarves would never accept Thorn and Murtagh as the leader of the Riders."
"Aye, we barely tolerate him now, and that is because he is Eragon's half-brother."
"The Varden would always be fearful of him and may not choose to follow his orders in battle. So as a Leader he would be rendered ineffective. So in the end the only one who can lead us against Galbatorix, is Eragon. And with Leonde's help I am positive we can find away to help break the Shade's magic, the question is will we succeed in time. When this war is over, Shruiken and Galbatorix lay dead. Perhaps Eragon will grow tired of the leadership, and be able to and perhaps willing to stand down. Or he will as I believe grow to become a wise and well respected leader." Leonde saw Eragon flush at that compliment. Leonde relaxed as he felt Arya brush against his mind.
/~I had anticipated this from my mother. But if we can not break the magic on Eragon's back in time. You must be ready to accept the necessity of it. If you are unable to heal Eragon~/
The Queen was taken aback by Arya's statement. /~Very well, but if we can't, you must be prepared to sacrifice your title of Princess and Ambassador. It will eventually be discovered.~/
"I understand." The Queen said. "Such tidings as yours have not been heard in Du Weldenvarden for many a year. We are accustomed to a slower way of life here than the rest of Alagaesia, and it troubles me that so much could occur so swiftly without a word of it reaching my ear."
Leonde had wanted to speak up as she addressed Orik, now asking if he had anything to add after explaining his purpose. He spends only a Royal greeting from King Hrothgar and a plea to resume contact with the Varden now, no longer needed. And to ensure the training promised was provided. The Queen said sharply, "We keep our promises wither uttered in this language or any other." She softly said, "I accept his greetings and return them in kind."
"Now, my daughter, what had befallen you." The Queen asked. At this moment, Leonde realizes what the Queen was doing. She was testing his patience, tolerance, and restraint.
Arya recounted her tale starting from the Ambush to teleporting the eggs away. In a monotone voice, she described her captivity. While Eragon and Murtagh avoided detailing the signs of the torture upon her they had witnessed, she had no problem recounting everything she had endured. Even for Leonde, while her voice was non-emotional, he could feel his anger welling with him that she had been subjected to such torments. And then, as he realized he was angry for what she had endured, it had been a flash of empathy.
That pleased him. /~perhaps I am starting to heal.~/ he thought to himself, suppressing the urge to smile. He noticed that many elves had remained silent; many gripped their swords to the point where their knuckles and hands had turned white, their faces made into hard razor lines of anger. The Queen allowed a single tear to run down her cheek.
Finally, one of the elves stood up, paced with deep rage. "I know that I speak for us all, Arya Shur'tugal when I say that my heart burns with sorrow for your ordeal. It is a crime beyond apology, mitigation, or repatriation, and Galbatorix must be punished for this. Also, we are in your debt for keeping the locations of our cities Safe from the Shade. Few of us could have withstood us for so long."
"Thank you Dathedr-vor." Arya replied.
Finally, her eyes laid upon Leonde himself as the Queen studied him for a time. Their eyes locked onto each other as Leonde's eyes held no fear or intimidation. "And now we reach the real mystery. You, General Dragonheart of the Imperial army of Tamriel." That caused a stir among the elves. The Queen asked, "Will we receive aid from Tamriel in our fight against Galbatorix?"
Knowing he needed to be very exact in his words, Leonde thought for a moment so that he could choose the best words; it wasn't hard for him, but still, he wanted to leave no room for misinterpretation. "Tamriel, and the Imperial Dragon Empire, do not know that Alagaesia exists. Thus they are unaware of your troubles. I will be astonished if anyone from Tamriel does arrive. Still, it is not... beyond the realm of possibility it could happen."
There seemed to be some pent-up breath being released as if hope for aid against Galbatorix had been dashed. "I am sorry, but even if I could get word to the Empress of Tamriel. She could offer no more aid than sending me here, perhaps with a handful of others. Tamriel has been wracked by war, A war between men and elves. So I am not sure she would be willing to send much if any, help."
The talk of war between men and elves caused the lords to look at each other. Finally, someone asked. "A war between elves and men? What made your people start it, and when did the elves win?"
Turning to look at the Elven lord as Leonde said in an icy tone that belayed no small amount of malice. "I will explain it this way. The Elves disapproved that humans believed one of our gods was a mortal ascended to godhood, so they sought to change that at a sword point. The First war ended in a stalemate and a treaty that banned Talos worship. The Second war began when the Elven ambassador Elenwen appeared with her Thalmor agents at the High Queen of Skyrim coronation. I was there when she declared hostilities. I remember her exact words, which are as follows,"
"Skyrim is under the control and rule of the Aldmeri Dominion as masters of All Tamriel; kill everyone here, leave no survivors."
With the strength of the Ancient language, Leonde made it clear he meant what he said. "To answer your next question. The Elves did not win. Man conquered them, and there is great animosity between men and elven kind. Do not assume that just because they are elves, they share your culture when there are hundreds if not thousands of miles away and have never heard of your land."
Arya was the one who spoke up and said. "If you compare the customs of Tierm with the customs of Kuasta. You will find them very different places."
The Elflord maintained his composure as he stood up, bowing in respect to Leonde as he said, "Forgive me. That they would have a different culture than us had not occurred. I beg your pardon."
For a few moments, Leonde said nothing as he thought of this, and then turning it around, he said in a careful monotone voice. "Nay, it is I who should ask your pardon. During the war with the Thalmor, I witnessed them commit many atrocities, including murdering my wife and children. Other events include sowing the fields of farms with salt to render them fallow. The war has hardened my heart and colored my perceptions. It is... difficult to always remember. Your people... are not the Thalmor. And it colored my response to your questions."
It was the Queen who spoke at this point. Her words were carefully measured. "Yes, I believe that we all must avoid making such presumptions. Is what the missive says true? Are you indeed a Dragonslayer?" This caused a stir of concern among the entire assembled. Listening to the murmurs of shock, horror, and some voicing outrage that he would dare to enter their city. Odahviing chose to handle it his way.
Taking a step forward, the great dragon growled deeply as he lifted his right leg and slammed it upon the ground; in the Ancient Language, he commanded, "I command Silence!" The great dragon's voice was full of anger and fury, looking around as he snapped his jaws at a few elves close to him, his eyes burning with fire and rage.
Finally, the glow subsided as he turned his attention to the elven Queen. Using the ancient language he spoke. "My brothers and I are not like the pet dragons," The last part of that statement dripping with venom and disgust, as if to call them dragons at all, was an insult to himself. "We command our full power at will. Our language is power incarnate. Ages ago, we followed the firstborn, Alduin; with him, we conquered mortals and ruled them as gods."
He lowered his head to the Queen's level, looking her right in the eye; he said, "We are not gentle, timid creatures. Some of my Kin, as Paarthunax and others, took territories and actively protected the mortals under their rule, but rule them, they did. Others like Kahvozein were quite fond of mortal sacrifice to him and often had his high priest Vokun sacrifice many people by extracting their still-beating hearts. His style of rule could be best described as... wholesale slaughter."
The picture that he had painted had the effect Leonde desired. A glance around as the dragon was inches from the Queen, who stood her ground. Clearly, she was frightened and very concerned. But remained strong, projecting an air of confidence. The other elf lords and ladies were just as terrified.
As Odahviing pulled back, he said, "As for myself, I certainly did not actively protect those who worshiped me as a god." Leaving his statement hanging as he bared his teeth. Realizing what Odahviing was doing, Leonde stepped closer to the dragon and hit his leg firmly. The action had made the assembled elves gasp in shock and surprise at the audacity of Leonde. In truth, the great Dovah hardly felt the hit.
Turning with a snarl at Leonde, he tilted his head. The two looked at each other; the glance spoke as Odahviing pulled back, "I should not neglect to mention nor did I treat them with needless cruelty. But they were mine, and I was their god. A time I remember with great... fondness."
As expected to hear such from a dragon as Leonde said, "Arya has explained your history of the Dragon war, the rise and how the riders fell to Galbatorix and the Forsworn. And I have seen how the elves seem to revere dragons short of worshiping them as gods. I am an adventurer by profession. I am a General under the command of the Empress of Tamriel; only she may command me, and only by necessity am I Dragonslayer."
He said, confirming what the Queen had asked of him. "But anyone with the right skill, knowledge, and equipment can kill a dragon; I am much more than that. In the dragon tongue, I am Dovahkiin. Dragonborn. Mortal man, born with the soul of and power of the Dovah themselves, is mine to command." His claim had sent an almost visible shock wave through the entire city. Perhaps everyone from the farthest corners of the city had arrived before this meeting.
Looking upon Leonde, the Queen reached behind her for something as she asked, almost terrified of Leonde, asking, "Are you telling us, that you can use magic that only a dragon could wield?"
Before he could speak, it was Arya who spoke up. "I have felt Leonde's power. I have seen him fight the Shade, Durza. I saw Durza; he was scared. I felt Leonde's power when he used it to tame the dragons when Firnen and Thorn were ready to kill each other over the right to court Saphira. Leonde wields the power and strength of a dragon. His power is real. He is the most powerful magic user I have ever encountered."
A murmur when through the crowd. Arya had spoken with total conviction; she knew Leonde would be more than willing to demonstrate his power. Then speaking softly. "I did not ask for this power. I did not search it out because it was needed. Depending on your point of view, I was blessed, or cursed, with this power by my gods. Whether you believe that or not, I care not; it is what I believe."
Finally, the Queen asked. "Are you planning to take the Throne in Uru'Baen once you defeat Galbatorix?"
"I can not think of anything more tedious, boring, and a waste of energy. Sitting on a throne, picking up the pieces of the shattered empire ruled by a tyrant and madman. I have no desire to have people bring before me the problems they are more than capable of solving on their own and telling me to fix it for them again. I had enough of that in Skyrim. No, I will not consider taking the Throne unless there is no human, man or woman competent, just, and merciful enough to assume the responsibilities."
"Then why are you here?"
That question was one Leonde had thought of, and his answer was quick and thoughtful. His voice was soft and firm. "During the second Thalmor war, I witnessed many atrocities. I did things that I regret deeply. When the war was over, Altmer, Bosmer, Dunmer. I could not look upon the face or form of any elf, and not see an enemy. Man, woman, or child. I only saw something I wanted to destroy. The war had poisoned my heart. I could not return to my old life of adventuring, I was in too much pain. I undertook a pilgrimage. I traveled to the Shrines of the nine divines at each one I spent a week praying and meditating. Asking the gods to show me a path that would allow me to heal. Nine months to the day I completed my journey at the Shrine to Talos. There In meditation, I was granted a vision."
"I saw one of the elder scrolls, Dragons opened the scroll. Upon the scroll was a man riding a great black dragon. The wings lifted up blotting out the sun plunging the land before him in darkness. Before him and his dragon was a field of broken bodies drenched in blood. The broken bodies of Elf, Dragon, and man lay strewn before him. His hand held aloft holding six eggs. Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, Brown, and White. A small thief had appeared and managed to pluck the eggs of Blue, Red, and Green away from him before his fist closed tightly. Light erupted from his hand, as the image cleared and revealed three dragons, and upon their backs a rider each. In the middle was a dragon of blue with a young boy upon the dragons back. To his right was a red dragon and upon his back sat another young man. To the left was an elf maiden astride a green dragon. At this The great black dragon appeared behind them trying to wrap his wings around them. Three swords appeared in the hands of the young warriors and when they crossed, the darkness was banished."
The elves had listened very closely, "I believe that the gods in answer to my prayers for healing, sent me a vision of these lands. And directed me to assist the people of Alagaesia however I can in banishing the darkness. And in the course of that journey I will find the peace I am looking for."
The Queen studied Leonde for a time, and he, in turn, studied her. Flashing behind her eyes was a whirlwind of emotions and conflicting feelings. Leonde could see she was very Mercurial; her emotions were contained barely. And Leonde could see it would not take much to set her off into a rage. He would need to be very careful dealing with her. It would not take much for her to lose her temper. If so, he would need to handle her quickly with calming spells. Before, things escalated to the point of bloodshed, although a demonstration of his power in the proper way and time. It would have to be a critical choice, split second, and if he made one mistake. Disaster. Now was the time. Speaking with a calm, clear tone, Leonde said.
"Your Highness. Before we left Farthen Dur. I met with Ajihad and King Hrothgar in private. As I told them, now I tell you." The Queen held her place as she listened. "I was approached by a group who claimed that it was their duty to guard and guide the Dragonborn. This group aided me in stopping the dragons from attempting to enslave and conquer Tamriel. But they learned of my mentor Paarthunax, who had assisted me in stopping this. They demanded that I kill him, or they would refuse to help me. They said his crimes in the ancient past thousands of years ago were unforgivable. Despite this fact, he betrayed Alduin and helped mankind, Justice demanded he die. I refused; I cast them out. Weeks later, they returned and attempted to murder me and Odahviing once I had served their original purpose. Defeating and slaying Aludin; because of this, I have never forgiven willing betrayal. Because of this, I know the value of keeping one's promise and one's word of honor. It is very rare when I give a promise. And rarer still when I offer my word of honor, and unheard of when I offer my oath."
Reaching behind his back under his cape. Leonde pulled out a flat box barely two inches thick as he said. "I offer you my oath that I will use my strength, my skill, and my power to help you defeat and kill both Shruikan and Galbatorix. You have my oath that I shall not seek to rule Alagaeisa, unless there is no one else capable enough, competent enough, and just. You have my oath that when I and Odahviing return to Tamriel, there shall be no hostilities, no invasion, no aggression from Tamriel."
Slowly Leonde opened the box, and inside, the Queen gasped. Inside the box was a golden wrought circlet with three white diamonds. The middle of it held a gold amulet with three white diamonds, the largest in the middle with two smaller diamonds beside it. A pair of Rings with a single white diamond. The bands of gold held an intricate design woven was the image of a dragon in fine detail. Perfectly clear and visible, with great care and mastery gracing it.
"I offer to you tokens of my words of oath. And a token..." Leonde bowed his head as he said, "Of my friendship." The words left him as the Queen looked upon them as Leonde said, "Forged by my own hand, enchanted by myself. When all four pieces are worn, like the ones that now are worn by your daughter, Eragon, and Murtagh. You will be shielded from magic cast upon you by friend or foe, from all but the strongest possible spell casters. Only spells you cast will have an effect on you; you will also be immune to all poisons that can be detected or cured by magic." The assembly gasped as the Queen reached out with one of her delicate hands as if to touch them. A few moments later, a gasp came from her lips as she said.
"The tokens and your words of honor are accepted. As is your friendship Dragonborn." She said, and with serene grace, one by one, she placed the rings one on each hand, followed by the amulet that she clasped behind her neck under her hair and finally removing her own circlet of silver to replace it with the one of gold and diamond upon her brow as Leonde offered her the box. As the Queen said, another elf came up to take the box from Leonde. "There will be trying times ahead of you while you are in Ellsemera."
"For both of us, I fear. We must both have the strength of will, wisdom, and patience. I feel we will both be tried to our limits, and perhaps beyond, with my stay here. Me by your people, and you by me." For Leonde, this was an incredible struggle. He could feel the beast raging deep within him. The use of Dragon Aspect had roused the dragon deep within his soul. The rage from the end of the Thalmor war had returned, and to have used it twice, the first time against Durza and then to strengthen him by taming the Dragons to keep them from harming themselves.
The shout weakened the grip of his human mind against the mentality of the dragon's soul. His desire to simply take charge and bull rush through all this politics was at odds with the need to present himself in a proper diplomatic way to make the best possible impression. To prove his intentions of helping them were sincere. A few beads of sweat had rolled down his brow as he placed his gauntlet-clad hand over his heart and, maintaining his bow, walked backward. Maintaining the best possible form he could for the Ruler of another nation.
Speaking sharply, she said. "Enough! Our guests wait tired on their feet, and we have spoken of evil things for far too long. I will not have this occasion marred by lingering on past injuries."
She smiled brightly with a warmth that filled the entire area. "My Daughter has returned a Rider, With her two more dragons and their riders have joined her. From distant lands a Dragon has appeared, and with him a powerful warrior who seeks to help us free our lands of the evil that has befouled it. I will see this event celebrated in proper fashion!"
She declared, and at that point, she clapped her hands. At that moment came a surge of magic that caused hundreds of Lilly and Rose petals to rain down on the area.
With a deep inhale as Leonde composed himself, he closed his eyes to collect his thoughts as his ears picked up the voice of the Queen, "You never would have suffered so if you had taken my council. I was right to oppose your decision to accept the Yawe." Opening his eyes, he saw the Queen touching Arya, and Arya replied.
"It was my decision to make."
The Queen paused and nodded as she called for the Raven, who flew from his perch and landed upon her left shoulder. The assembly bowed as Leonde watched her walk to the end of the pavilion as she made a brief declaration to the hundreds of elves gathered from all over the city. The elves cheered and began to rush about. When Eragon asked what she had said to Nari, he said, "To break open our finest casks, for tonight shall be a night of feast and song. Come." He said as Leonde followed.
"Personally, I would have the second finest opened. And save the finest ones for the night of Galbatorix's Defeat." Leonde's suggestion got a laugh out of Nari. At this point, Leonde could see Lifaen moving closer to him as the Elf-lord still held some animosity towards him. With careful words, Lifaen said.
"Perhaps I have miss... judged your intentions." He said softly.
All Leonde did was give a slight nod and follow Eragon. The day had progressed into the evening as the sun's setting light had cast an amber glow. Approaching him was Murtagh, as he said in a voice. "I didn't quite expect you to be so diplomatic."
With a sigh, Leonde said, "Insulting her? That is a good way to have any monarch choose to order your execution. I am proud, dominant, assertive. controlling, but I am not yet suicidal."
With Eragon beside him, Leonde continued. "The Queen knows I do not like her; I like her people even less, and that given the choice. I would rather be anywhere else in Alagaesia than here, even in the Throne room of Galbatorix. But I have, for the sake of Alagaeisa's future, put aside my personal feelings and chosen to travel here to help complete your education and training."
Eragon had heard what was said as he replied. "At least your hatred is justified, I feel the same way about the Urgals."
In that instant, Leonde felt his temper rise and flare at Eragon's statement. In a sharp, harsh voice, "Justified is it? Have you learned nothing from me?"
His voice raised almost to a shout, forcing everyone to stop and turn around. Leonde felt the urge to come up and backhand the young rider as he clenched his fist. Eragon turned around as Leonde's eyes flared with his anger, the red glow of rage as Leonde asked. "Have these... " He waved his hand to the crowd as the Queen took a sharp note.
"People caused me harm? Have they?"
"No they haven't.." Leonde cut him off sharply and asked the Queen.
"Tell me your Highness, before our arrival, had you ever heard of Tamriel?"
"No, I have never heard of Tamriel before this day. And I assure you I would have never sent any of my subjects to fight in such a war. And If I had once I learned of the atrocities that you claim the Thalmor had committed. I would have sided with your Empress."
Turning his eyes to Eragon, Leonde took steps toward the young rider as Leonde asked Eragon. "I ask you again. Is it Justified?" Leaning forward as he asked Eragon. "What possible reason do I have to look upon these people with hatred and prejudice when they have done me no wrong?"
The intensity of Leonde's stare made Eragon turn his head as he said, "There is no justification."
Pulling back, Leonde said. "That is the nature of hatred. It is so easy to hate something with all of your being. And almost impossible to stop hatting once you begin."
Eragon resumed looking at Leonde as he stood there like a scolding father. Every eye and ear was upon him. "When I was fighting Durza, Eragon. Once you and the others had appeared. I noticed that Durza's strength increased. As if he was not focusing his entire attention on me before but decided I was more dangerous than he realized. I also noticed at that point. The Urgals and Kull looked around in bewilderment, and then they turned on each other; Arya, did you notice this? What about you, Murtagh? Did I not overhear you tell Eragon how the battle of Farthen Dur was won?"
With their confirmation, "Now Eragon. You are a smart young man. Tell me what I and everyone here already knows."
It took little time, as Eragon said. "It means that Durza was using the majority of his strength to control and direct the Urgal army."
With a nod, "I can tell you where the animosity between man and elves originated from in my world. I can tell you the names of their gods, their spheres of influence. How they raise their families. Can you say the same of the Urgals?" Leonde's voice can become even and tempered.
"No I can't."
"Judging from what you told of Queen Islanzadí, your first encounter with the Urgals was the slaughter at Yuzac. I have one question for you Eragon. Did the Urgals travel to Yuzac of their own accord and butcher the town, Did Galbatorix order them to destroy the inhabitants, or was Durza himself there commanding and directing his actions?"
Confessing he did not know, Leonde nodded as he addressed the Queen. "May I assume that in a city of this size, you possess a library of extensive size, and within this content is a considerable amount of information on the Culture of Urgals?"
"You assume correctly." Her voice was impassive, but Leonde could see her patience was being pushed.
"I believe it would be most wise to have this information delivered to Eragon so that he and Saphira can learn about the Urgals." the Queen closed her eyes and nodded.
"I will do so, and I will send to him those among us who are most knowledge from first hand experience."
Bowing to the Queen, Leonde says, "I thank you." And turning to address Eragon as he said, "When your... education on the Urgals is complete. You will assume the most important role of being a Rider, You and Saphira will assume the roles of Teachers. And it will be your duty to educate me about the Urgals."
He said, making Eragon's eyes open wide as Leonde trailed off. "And I will have many, many questions." Moving past Eragon and Saphira, he moved up to the Queen, who said sharply.
"Subtle, you are not." Turning to face her, Leonde had to get the last word in with the Queen. Lifting his two fingers to his lips, he spoke.
"Save subtlety for times of peace and prosperity. Even now, Galbatorix assembles his army, gathers his strength, and plans against us. The Riders and their Dragons have much to learn. And precious little time to do it in."
