I Do Not Own The Inheritance Cycle.


All Characters Appearing In This Work Are Fictitious. Any Resemblance To Real Persons, Living Or Dead Is Purely Coincidental.


A/N: This is essentially a missing moment from the last book Inheritance and takes place after the death of Galbatorix, and a few days after Roran's Ennoblement.


The chief of Dûrgrimst Vrenshrrgn smiled nodding her head "Lightning, it is issued a fitting name for a weapon such as this, now that the weapon is named by its warrior, it shall be mine honor to engrave the name myself."

Taking the hammer from him she inscribed a large rune with two smaller ones within it.

Her work finished she looked at her handiwork, then made as if to return it back to him, before quick as a serpent she snatched it from him before throwing it across the room.

Katrina cried out in alarm as the hammer clattered across the room as it shattered the floor where it hit. However Roran seemed unfazed as he stood still with his face unreadable and his hands behind his back.

The Dwarven chieftain seemed surprised at Roran's expression and said " I'm surprised Strong-hammer, I expected many reactions but silence and inaction was not one of them."

Roran smiled and said "is it not natural for a student to be silent while their teacher is explaining an important lesson?"

With an amused expression she said "you are a quick learner Roran, indeed you are correct. However tell me this "why did I throw this hammer so far away?"

Roran smiled and said "I would presume it would have something to do with those runes you created on the hammer's head."

"I knew not you could read runes?"

I cannot however one of your status and skill in magic would not require three runes for one Glyph, therefore logic dictates there is more than meets the eye."

The chieftain of Dûrgrimst Vrenshrrgn smiled widely and said "oh how I wish, our time was not so limited, I would truly enjoy having an apprentice such as you. Alas we must soon part ways as my king has need of me."

However you are correct I purposely added to your hammer as a parting gift. Now hold out your hand as if to grab a spear and think the word Drengr in your mind."

Roran obliged and holding out his hand, said the word in his mind.

To his surprise the hammer at the end of the room, slowly at first, but soon picked up speed as it sailed through the air, before the handle slammed into his hand.

Roran was pushed back a bit and had to momentarily put down the hammer to massage his now slightly bruised hand.

While he massaged his hand, his hostess barked a few orders in Dwarvish and her servants moved a nearby chair to the center of the room.

When Roran had picked up his hammer again, she said "I understand that Eragon's sword catches fire upon calling its name correct?"

Roran nodded his head and said "yes, something to do with the fact that he was involved in the Forging process and added his own magic to the sword."

Well I see no reason why your weapon can't do the same?"

Roran laughed and said "while it would be impressive no doubt, however I know neither the true name of this weapon nor was I possess magic."

"Magic is nothing but energy flowing within the cosmos that is manipulated via the spoken word or thought, additionally energy can be stored in containers such as gemstones, such as those within the head of your hammer, and it imbibed a small portion of my energy into those gemstones.

Now I wish for you to take aim at that chair and cry out the name of your hammer."

Roran obliged and swinging his hammer a few times before aiming at the chair he cried out: Mjolnir!"

Suddenly Roran felt a tingle in his arm as he was shocked to see orange tendrils of electricity leave his hammer and strike the chair, which disintegrated into woodchips.

Suddenly he sank to his knees breathing heavily.

Magic is also the law of equivalent exchange, while it was my magical energy stored within those gems the cost of releasing that spell was your physical energy."

Roran finally caught his breath and standing up said "thank you for this gift Milady, however a sword left unsheathed is more likely to injure its wielder, rather than its enemy.

You have given me a sword, however now I ask for its sheath, and I pray to Helzvog that never have I the need to unsheathe my blade."

Íorûnn smiled and nodded her head, "a wise man you are indeed. Taking the hammer from him she added one more rune before handing it back. "The word Letta shall seal all the magical elements of your Hammer, only the gemstones shall remain as they passively absorb magical energy from the air to power the spell.

On the opposite end if you speak the word Atra, it shall unleash all the magical aspects of your hammer.

Although I agree a sword is better left sheathed then naked, it also behooves the warrior to never forget how to wield it, for one never knows when they might have need of it again."

Roran nodded his head in respect once again "my thanks milady. However it is late and I have been away from my daughter for too long."

"Then go with my blessings and please give my regards to your cousin and remind him that a wolf, while no doubt a skilled hunter is only as strong as his pack.

She then turned towards Gjale, "ask Korrigan to arrange for the honor guard."

Gjale nodded and left the room

Roran nodded his head and said "indeed family, is something even a Dragon Rider would long for.

However I fear that just like a naked sword is most dangerous to its wielder, similar is an open wound. If an open wound is not closed in time, it will infect the host and cause irreparable harm.

After all, a sword is simply a sword until picked up with intent to attack or to defend."

Íorûnn face contorted in a mixture of sadness and rage, "now who speaks like the elves Roran Garrowsson, Had I been anyone other Knurlan, the outcome of those words would be different."

Roran nodded his head sadly and said "had you been any other Dwarf, I would not have spoken those words; however do not the Dwarves also believe in redemption."

Unlike my cousin I was never an avid fan of Brom's stories. However I remember that he once said that the embers left after a war if not extinguished might be reborn, by the breath of Gunter.

After all those who do not learn from history are bound to repeat it

Dûrgrimst Az Sweldn rak Anhûin is a perfect example of that is not?"

Íorûnn seemed at a loss for words for a moment before nodding slowly "aye, correct you are. But what does it matter to you?"

It matters to me because without the help of unexpected allies, we might yet be slaves to Galbatorix."

Íorûnn nodded and said, "I will think closely on this, but I make no promises."

Roran smiled "that is all one can ask for."

He then turned to leave with the honor guard after ensuring Katrina was seated comfortably in the odd moving chair before leaving for his home.


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