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 Eragon/LOTR Crossover

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Unexpected Fate

INHERITANCE CYCLE (ERAGON) AND LOTR CROSSOVER. VILANSIA AND HER DRAGON, SVELLEVARINA, HAVE SPENT MANY YEARS TRAINING YOUNG DRAGON RIDERS ALONGSIDE ERAGON AND SAPHIRA. BUT, THEIR TIME OF ADVENTURE HAS COME. THE PEOPLE OF MIDDLE EARTH HAVE CALLED FOR AID AND ALAGAESIA WILL ANSWER

Chapter 11: Serenity, Yet Emotion

A gentle rain fell around us, cleaning the sweat from our exposed skin. In any other circumstance, the rain would have hindered us from tracking the troop of Uruk-hai, however, we had Svellevarina, who was able to follow them from far above. We did not move slower than a jog during our chase, our motivation never dimming. More often, though, I found myself offering Gimli small waves of energy so that he may continue, the week of chasing taking more of a toll on the dwarf as the days passed. I made a point to take my place at the back of the group to ensure that none of our small company fell behind.

Our pace slowed as we jogged up one of many hills, allowing me a brief moment to take in our surroundings. We had not reached the highest peak by any means, but the incline of the hill allowed for a reasonable vantage point over the landscape around us.  The hills were separated my vast valleys which shot up into mountains some distance from us. The grass was thin and tall, thriving in such a landscape, however, the trampling of thick boots crushed many of the stalks ahead of us. Pieces of leather could be spotted every now and again on our path, confirming that we were, indeed, on the right track.

Svellevarina flashed an image of a bird that joined the sky with her, it's curved beak indicating that it was a bird of prey. The rain did not seem to have an effect on the bird, nor were the winds strong enough to deter it from it's course, even from their altitude. Upon noticing Svell, the bird called out, shrill and high pitched. Circling around, it eyed her curiously, diving underneath her wings and flying below her for a moment before swooping upwards to fly along side her. She hummed in answer of the bird's second cry. Svell closed the images from me, the interaction now a memory for me. A curious creature, indeed, though not unintelligent by any means. I felt a small pang of longing to be in the sky with my dragon, to enjoy the feeling of the wind caressing my hair and the smell of rain from above. My place at present, however, was on the ground, my skills as a tracker needed below. With the use of my magic, I was able to maintain a connection to both Merry and Pippin, reassuring me of their well-being. The connection, at times, would fade due to the distance that the troop of orcs may have gained, but that only urged our company to push on even faster.

"I still do not fully understand why I am unable to dive upon the orcs to secure the little ones, killing any that get in my way," Svellevarina commented to all of us. This was not the first occasion of her mentioning such an idea to the four of us.

Aragorn was quick to shut it down the first time, and did not hesitate to do so again now. "While I do not doubt your might, dragon, my concern lies in keeping the Hobbits alive. As of now they are not in harms way, Saruman wants them alive. By surprising the orcs with an attack as you suggest, their actions become unpredictable and the safety of Merry and Pippin becomes uncertain to me,"

"Do not worry, your time of ripping the orcs a part will come," Gimli added. "Though, try and save some for me, eh?"

I felt Svellevarina's amusement. "I make no promises, Master Dwarf,"

"Bah, I would expect such a thing,"

Dawn broke, the air cooling off as the sun's rays dimmed around us. It was surprisingly quiet, as if all life around us was in hiding, waiting for a moment when they might be safe again.

"The beasts have stopped. It appears they are setting up camp for the night," Svellevarina shared with the four of us.

"Let us take this time to rest ourselves, we're no good to the Hobbits exhausted and weary," Gimli huffed.

Aragorn came to a stop and turned to face us. "We can also take this opportunity to gain on them,"

"We cannot carry on as we have been for much longer," I replied. "It might be best to take this opportunity now. Svellevarina can notify us when the Uruk-hai are on the move,"

The man did not respond right away, instead looking out to the surrounding hills. "What say you, Legolas?" He asked after a moment.

"I will follow your direction. Though, I trust both of their judgement," the Elf replied.

"Very well. Let us find a suitable camp and we will rest for the night, or, at least until Svellevarina notices movement from the Orcs," Aragorn decided.

Gimli let out a sigh of relief. Our group settled behind a series of boulders on the hill side, providing some shelter should it rain. Gimli wasted no time at all in setting up his bedding and falling asleep. Legolas stood a part from the group, looking out in the darkness. He had offered to take up the first watch, of which I was to follow. Legolas showed no sign of tiring, his steps just as light and his eyes just as keen as they were when we first started off.

I turned my gaze away from the Elf and brought it up to the sky above me. Stars glittered overhead. The constellations were completely foreign to me, another reminder of how far I was from home. A spark of curious desire ignited within me to learn the patterns of the stars here and the history behind them. During the time spent here thus far, I could feel the ancient energy within Middle Earth. No doubt the land was old. The history of each race would have had to be rich, with no end of legends and happenings.

"How are you fairing, Svellevarina?" I asked my dragon.

"Well enough. The air is cool, but the currents are strong enough. The Orcs have not begun to move out yet, if that is the reason behind your asking,"

"I was inquiring about your own well-being, bjartskular," I replied light-heartedly. While the distance had dampened the strength of our mental connection, I faintly felt her spirits lift ever so slightly.

"I am well, Vi. My concern lies with the Hobbits and I cannot help the anger that is continues to grow. These servants of the Enemy will pay for the harm they have caused the Fellowship, of that I will make sure of,"

"The time will come in which justice shall be served. We simply must do our part,"

"Their energies are faint. I only hope we are able to reach them in time,"

I paused, reflecting on what Svellevarina said. The Halflings were certainly growing weaker, my connection to them informed me of that. Being so focused on saving them I did not consider the possibility of failure. I breathed deeply, centering my mind in order to prevent my emotions from taking hold.

Svellevarina broke the silence between us. "If their life-force grows any fainter I will take matters into my own hands. Regardless of what the ranger has said,"

"I know, Svellevarina. And if I could, I would be there by your side,"

Gimli grumbled in his sleep beside me. I sat up from where I laid. Aragorn regarded me as I moved, his grey eyes illuminated from the small embers in his pipe. Light wisps of smoke curled in the air, carrying the smell of his pipe-weed.

"How are they?" He asked me.

"They are alive. I can feel their pulsing energy as we speak," I paused. "They are losing strength, though, with each passing day,"

Aragorn inhaled sharply, his eyes cast downwards.

"We must not abandon hope," I offered lightly.

"We must also not abandon reason," he replied before exhaling his smoke, "every choice I make, each path I lead us on, I fear is the wrong one,"

"There is no shame in having fear, Aragorn, nor are you alone in the unsettling of your heart," I looked up to the stars. "There will always be mistakes to be made, such is life," I brought my gaze back down to the earth, meeting Aragorn's eyes for a moment. "You are not alone,"

He did not reply, instead letting my words settle in his mind. His unease was still present, his anxiety circling in his thoughts. There was fear, also. It was hard for me to give blame, however, as I felt such things, too. With the grace of my training in Alagaesia, however, I would not allow it to overpower me. Just as the feelings of doubt clouded my mind, there was a certain knowing in that everything that had occurred had for a reason. Things were in motion just as they were supposed to be. Whatever our part was had yet to be seen, for good or ill.

Soft humming filled the air as Aragorn packed up his pipe, using his bags as a headrest as he lay on the ground next to the smoldering fire. Before long, the humming shifted into deep inhales of breath as he fell asleep. The stars winked at me overhead, small lightning bugs danced along the grass around us. I extended my hand, allowing one to land softly on my fingertip. His light pulsed in a pattern, attracting other bugs around him. I lifted him up closer to me, looking closely at the patterns on his delicate wings. I smiled softly, lifting my hand upwards and letting the small insect fly away. There was something to be said about the beauty of the life that surrounded us. Middle-Earth was a different land than I was used to, down to the very grasses under my feet. But there was something here, a type of ancient energy that I was drawn to.

As the quiet grew, I decided to make an attempt to contact home. I used the ancient language to withdraw water from the soft earth into a small pool beside me. I leaned over it, exhaling the words draumr kopa, the images of my master in my mind.

The water rippled in the dim firelight as the view of Eragon within the Hall on Rider Island came into focus. It appeared to be the early morning there, as sunlight was peaking through the windows of the Hall. My master's brown eyes met my gaze as he sat upright in his chair. His face relaxed when as he recognized me.

"Kvetha, Vilansia," he said with a smile.

"Kvetha, Eragon-elda," I replied.

He turned away, speaking to someone else in the room before returning his gaze to mine. He continued speaking in the Ancient Language. "We may speak freely now. The younglings have been excused,"

"How has their training been in our absence?"

Eragon gave me a knowing smile. "Good. You needn't worry about them, young one. They miss you and Svellevarina, though,"

"Tell them that I miss them as well. Svellevarina and I both,"

"Of course." He paused, raising an eyebrow. "Well? Tell me, how goes your assignment?"

I hesitated. I cast my gaze downwards, my fingers picking at the skin in my left palm. "It is a long story," I said after some time. His face softened, but Eragon remained silent. "The original task our company set out on is no longer our own. We have been divided. I currently travel with three members of the Fellowship in search of two that were captured,"

"And the others?"

"The Ring Bearer left of his own accord, his kin went with him. Where they are now I do not exactly know, but I can feel their energy. They are alive," I winced as I ripped a fresh callous off the top of my palm, the skin underneath a fresh pink. "We have faced loss. Two members of our company have fallen thus far. I can't help but imagine there shall be more death in the days to come,"

"You are scared," he stated. It was not phrased as a question, asking if I was afraid or not. Nor was his tone judgmental or ridiculing. After a moment he added, "You have not experienced death before, to be afraid is natural. You must be careful, though, little one. To let it consume your thoughts is to let it control you. Trust in your training for guidance and your dragon for strength,"

"Thank you, Eragon-elda," I said softly.

He nodded his head with a supportive smile. "All will be well. Before you know it both you and Svellevarina will be on the journey home,"

"I wish you could see this country. There is an energy here I have not felt before,"

He eyed me curiously for a moment. "Learn all that you can while you are there. I am certain Arya Drotting will want to transcribe all the information you obtain,"

I chuckled. "I know she will. It might be best to start recording everything now, else I'll be writing for years to come,"

"That may be wise," Eragon said, his tone light.

Before either of us could continue speaking, Eragon's attention was stolen away by the sound of the wooden doors of the Hall slamming open. I could hear shouting as someone approached the scrying mirror before Eragon, his lips pulled tight and brows furrowed in what appeared to be a disapproving glare, however I knew better in that he was trying to hide a smile.

Adelina jumped into view, her eyes wide with excitement. "Master Vilansia!"

I could not hide my smile, replying in the common tongue, I said: "Hello, Adelina. It is good to see you,"

"Everyone was saying that you had scryed Master Eragon-elda. It had been so long since we heard anything, I didn't believe them,"

"Well, there is something to be said for confirming things yourself," I replied, causing her to beam from the appraisal.

"How are you, Master? Have you fought any battles yet?" She asked.

"I am well, dragon rider, thank you. I hope that you have not been distracted from your training by thinking about my own doings,"

Adelina faltered. "No, no, not distracted, exactly. I just wondered, Master. I hoped everything was going well. Like I said, it's been awhile since that update from Murtagh,"

Eragon rested a hand on the young human's shoulder. "There is no harm in wondering, rider, but you must exercise patience. You would have heard about Vilansia's well being soon enough,"

She bowed her head to him. "My apologies, Master," she lifted her head up, glancing back to me. "But I did want to see and speak with her myself,"

"I must admit that it warms my heart to see you again, however briefly," I said. "May I ask a favour of you, young rider?"

"Of course, Master!"

"I ask that you do not worry about me. Focus on your training, keep up your efforts. I wish to see your graduation when I return,"

Adelina bowed, her eyes bright. "I won't disappoint you, Master. I will have my training complete by the time you are back, just you see,"

"We certainly will. Say hello to the other riders for me,"

"Atra esterní ono thelduin, ebrithil," Adelina said with a smile before leaving the Hall.

Eragon shook his head slowly with a soft chuckle. "She has not stopped asking about you since Murtagh and Thorn updated us on your well being. The favour you have asked of her will certainly push her,"

"I have always had faith in her. She had been a worthy apprentice until I took my leave of Alagaesia,"

"And she still is," Eragon agreed. "Alas, my duties ask me to wish you farewell. I appreciate your time scrying me, Arya will be pleased to hear that you are doing well. I know that she would like to hear from you herself, though,"

I rubbed the torn callous on my hand. "I will. When I am of stronger mind,"

He paused. "She may have high expectations, but she will understand, iet dautr,"

"I will scry her,"

"Nen ono weohnata, Vilansia Dröttningu. Farewell for now, un atra ono waíse sköliro frá rauthr,"

"Elrun ono, iet breoal. Atra gülai un ilian tauthr ono," I ended the spell, the image of Eragon's hand raised, palm facing me in farewell shimmering on the surface for a moment before the water spilled back into the Earth.

The fire had diminished with no one attending to it, the embers glowing faintly. With a flick of my hand, the fire ignited once more. As I stood, I took in my surroundings. The night was less dark now, informing me that some time had passed now. I picked up my rider blade, tightening the belt around my waist. Making my way around the two sleeping members of our company, I went in search of Legolas to relieve him of his watch.

My spirits were lifted now that I had spoken with Eragon. He always held a calm wisdom about him, and I trusted him with any fears that possessed me. Eragon-elda was a strict teacher, but an understanding one, and was willing to listen. Seeing Adelina, too, brightened my mood. She had grown since I had left, especially to my Elvish eyes. I trusted that her training was progressing as it should.

I found Legolas crouched on top of a boulder overlooking a steep valley. He turned as I approached, his tight grip on his bow relaxing as he recognized me.

"Ganga, rest. I have re-lit the fire, it will last for the rest of the night," I said to him.

He stepped down from his point on the boulder, bowing his head. "Thank you, Vilansia. All appears to be quiet, though the darkness of night can cover many things. Be wary,"

"I appreciate the warning. Have faith älfa fricai, nothing will escape my watch," I glimpsed up at the stars. "Not even the changing light of the stars,"

He peered at me for a moment, a curious glint in his eyes, before he smiled ever so slightly. "Indeed, nothing shall elude you,"

And with that, he made his way back to the softly lit camp, leaving me with the quiet of the night.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

Bjartskular - Brightscales

Kvetha - Greetings

-elda - honorific of great praise, gender-neutral

Dröttning - Queen

Atra esterní ono thelduin, ebrithil - Let good fortune rule over you, master

iet dautr - my daughter

Nen ono weohnata - As you will

Dröttningu - Princess

Atra ono waíse sköliro fra rauthr - May you be shielded from misfortune

Elrun ono - Thank you

iet breoal - my family

Atra guliä un ilian tauthr ono - Let luck and happiness follow you

Gánga - Go

älfa fricai - Elf friend

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INHERITANCE CYCLE (ERAGON) AND LOTR CROSSOVER. VILANSIA AND HER DRAGON, SVELLEVARINA, HAVE SPENT MANY YEARS TRAINING YOUNG DRAGON RIDERS ALONGSIDE ERAGON AND SAPHIRA. BUT, THEIR TIME OF ADVENTURE HAS COME. THE PEOPLE OF MIDDLE EARTH HAVE CALLED FOR AID AND ALAGAESIA WILL ANSWER

Chapter 10: The Breaking of the Fellowship

The predictable forest landscape along the river bank was interrupted the following day around mid-afternoon by two grand statues on either side of the river. They were much larger than even Saphira herself. Stern expressions were carved into their faces, both of them holding out their hands before them, palms facing us as if motioning those who may oppose them to halt in their presence. Gimli looked on in amazement, no doubt admiring the stonework. Stone crowns were structured atop their heads.

"The Argonath," Legolas informed me. "They are the kin of Aragorn,"

While it was hard to discern a likeness to Aragorn at such a low vantage point, there was no doubt that they all held ancient energy about them. The statues exuded power and strength, something that the ranger was quiet about showing to others. The Argonath marked the point at which the river entered a large lake, the blue water expanding in front of us. The crashing of a waterfall echoed across the waterfront.

Aragorn signaled ahead of us to pull up onto the river bank once we reached the lake, each of our canoes pushing onto the rocky riverside.

"We cross the lake at nightfall," Aragorn told us. "Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the North,"

"Oh, yes?" Gimli questioned. "Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil...an impassible labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better. Festering, stinking marshland as far as the eye can see,"

Aragorn paused in unpacking his canoe, an eyebrow raised. "That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf,"

"Recover my-"Gimli grumbled in disbelief. "Recover strength? Pay no heed to that, young Hobbit,"

Pippin did not seem too concerned with Aragorn's friendly jab.

Svellevarina drew my attention to her, her scales sparkling from the water droplets that clung to them. "While the company rests here I will do some hunting. I won't go far, there is plenty of fish within the lake,"

"Very well. Do not close your mind completely to me,"

She nudged my shoulder once before jumping into the air, the wind from her wings rustling our clothes and shifting the canoes slightly. I watched her skim the surface of the water in search of fish, her senses focused on the hunt. I turned away after a moment, leaving her be.

Merry and Pippin snacked on a portion of the lembas bread provided to us by Lady Galadriel with Gimli, taking full advantage of the time we had on the shore. I helped Sam set up a small cooking fire, waiting until he had set up small sticks in a pointed, circular formation before snapping my fingers together to reveal small sparks. The Hobbits watched in awe as I snapped my fingers again, releasing the magic towards the deadfall and allowing it to catch fire.

"The word for fire in the ancient language is brisingr," I told them. Pippin began chanting the word under his breath, trying his best to commit it to memory. "Take heart, that is no easy spell for beginner magicians,"

Sam leaned against a large boulder behind him, crossing his arms tight against him as he shut his eyes for a quick rest as he waited for the fire to reach proper cooking temperature.

Merry sat up from where he sat next to Pippin. "Where's Frodo?"

Sam's eyes snapped open as he scrambled onto his feet. As I looked, I noticed that both he and Boromir were nowhere in sight. I extended my mind in search of the Hobbit, but his mind was shielded from me, preventing me from finding him. I cursed myself for not maintaining surveillance. I was able to find Boromir, who was deep within the forest.

"Remain here," Aragorn said. "I will go after him," he ran into the woods, a hand resting on the hilt of his weapon.

I felt Legolas' unease rise, causing certain stress of my own. I reached out to Svellevarina, making sure that she was not too far.

The clang of metal swords colliding suddenly echoed throughout the forest, the sound easily reaching my pointed ears. There was no hesitation in Legolas as he ran into the forest after the ranger towards the sound of fighting. Gimli gathered his axe in his hands before joining the Elf.

I reached out to Svell, urging her to fly as fast as she possibly could. She acknowledged my request and I felt her drawing closer. I faced the three Hobbits, their faces scared. I knelt before them, making sure they paid attention to what I told them.

"It is imperative that you remain here. Hide if you must but do not go into the forest after us. We will return once everything is safe. Do you understand?" They nodded their heads but said nothing. "It will be okay, little ones," I stood up, letting a wave of ease wash over them from me. I noticed their shoulder relax ever so slightly before I turned and sprinted into the trees toward the sound of clanging metal and yells. The leaves that made up the treetops rustled from the wind of Svellevarina as she flew above me, following closely.

I entered a clearing in the forest where a stone structure was built on the hill, stone steps leading to a flat elevated surface. The three other members of the company were already present, fighting off the coming onslaught of orcs. Boromir, however, was not in sight, though I still sensed that he was still alive. I unsheathed my rider weapon, holding it out before me as I released a battle cry, plunging myself into the crowd of orcs. They were considerably taller than the creatures we fought in the Mines of Moria, their strength instantly noticeable. It presented a challenge, even for my speed and experience, as their thick armour proved more difficult to slice through. I made sure to take aim for areas of skin that were exposed.

With a snarl, an orc swung its weapon at my head. I ducked, swinging my blade from the left side in an arc to the right, sinking it deep into the back of its knees. I pulled the sword towards my chest, slicing through. It shrieked, falling to the ground as blood gushed out

Svellevarina roared, causing the fighting to pause as she dived down into the crowd of orcs, swinging her tail as she landed, sending those nearest her tumbling into the air. She snapped up a few in her jaws, snapping them in two as she bit down, her teeth having no trouble in piercing their armour.

"Find the halfling!" One of the orcs bellowed. "Find the halfling!"

A portion of the orcs bypassed us, running into the woods in search of Frodo. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli ran after them as I remained next to my dragon, taking on the orcs that attempted to join those that made it into the forest. A droplet of sweat ran down my forehead, and I drew upon the energy within the sparkling opal that rested within the hilt of my weapon. I extended my left hand as I cast a spell, the orcs closest to me dropping to the ground as their life left them, the remaining energy flowing into the gem on my weapon.

The sound of a horn resounded through the forest. I paused, turning towards the sound. I extended my mind to check on the status of the company. Fear and panic ripped through me. Boromir was in grave danger, and he wasn't alone. Somehow Merry and Pippin were both with him.

I ran into the forest as Svellevarina blocked the path of the orcs to me. I used my magic to kill any orcs that crossed my path as I raced towards Boromir's energy. I made it to where Legolas and Gimli were fighting an aggregation of orcs, Legolas was now making use of his daggers, his quiver of arrows empty. I swung my blade at an oncoming orc, the bloodied sword landing with a thud in its side. I pulled, letting it cut open the creature's flesh. It continued coming, thrusting it's angled weapon towards my chest. I jumped out of the way, the tip of the weapon just grazing above my collar bone near my shoulder. I hissed, clenching my teeth at the sting of the cut, extending my blade forward to stab through the orc's back. With a snarl, the orc's life left him, my weapon piercing its heart.

I gasped, as I clutched at my chest, a great pain ripping through me. I turned with my hand on my chest, looking around me. I turned, taking in the sight of Boromir further down the hill as an arrow stuck out from his chest. With a twang another arrow was released, landing in the man's stomach. He paused for only a moment before he kept on fighting, swinging at the orcs that neared him. I felt the fear of the Merry and Pippin as they watched Boromir defend them. I blocked my mind from Boromir's pain, charging forward in an attempt to reach him. Aragorn managed to first, though, taking on the orc that fired the arrows. Gimli had taken to wrestling an orc on the ground, beheading the creature with his axe. I continued to fight through the orcs, a group of them making it past Boromir and towards Merry and Pippin, sweeping them up off the ground and carrying them away. I yelled, releasing my energy to the orcs that were left here, using my magic to snap all of their necks. As they crumbled to the ground, I too fell on my knees. Boromir had fallen, three arrows protruding from his torso. Aragorn was at his side, his hand clasped tightly with Boromir's. I could feel Svellevarina's concern through our connection.

"I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my king," Boromir said breathlessly to Aragorn. He choked slightly on his breath before his eyes focused on the trees that grew above him. His life left him at that moment, his grip on Aragorn's hand going limp.

"Be at peace, son of Gondor," Aragorn said softly before kissing his forehead. "They will look for his coming at the White Tower, but he will not return,"

Legolas stepped forward to help Aragorn carry him back towards the river. Gimli and I followed them until we reached the river bank, where Svellevarina met us. I stood next to her, relying on her for emotional strength. Boromir's body was laid within one of the canoes, his sword placed on his chest within his grip. Aragorn placed his broken horn within the canoe as well. We stood for a moment in silence before he pushed the canoe out onto the water where it was carried towards the waterfall. Svellevarina lifted her head to the sky, releasing a mournful roar. I offered a blessing for his soul, providing whatever guidance he may need to the gods that his people believed in.

Legolas grabbed hold of the remaining canoe. "Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the Eastern shore,"

I looked out across the lake to see the second canoe on the river bank. I could feel both Sam and Frodo, their intentions clear to me then.

Upon noticing that none of us had moved to join him, Legolas looked back to Aragorn. "You mean not to follow them,"

"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands," Aragorn said simply.

"Then this has all been in vain," Gimli said beside me. He hung his head. "The Fellowship has failed,"

"Not if we hold true to each other," Aragorn replied, looking to each of us. "We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death, not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind, we travel light," His expression changed to one of fierce determination. "Let us hunt some orc,"

Gimli grinned wickedly. "Yes!"

Aragorn hoisted his pack over his shoulder, then took off into the forest. Gimli was quick to follow him, his grip on his bloodied axe tight.

I took a moment to ensure that the saddlebags were secured in place before wiping the gore from my weapon. I returned it to its sheath on my hip, looking out to the waterfall. My heart was heavy with loss. To feel the life leave Boromir was something no amount of training could have prepared me for. I leaned against Svell's side as I shuddered. The images of what occurred only moments before flashing before my eyes. The terror in the Hobbit's eyes as they were carried away. Oh, gods, they did not deserve this.

"Vilansia," Svellevarina said gently. "Come, we must go after them to prevent whatever danger awaits them,"

To be overcome with emotion was something I had never experienced before. Despite my Elvish nature, I could not find the words to communicate with my dragon and instead let my feelings speak for me. I felt her surprise for a moment before she forced her calm to wash over me.

A hand on my shoulder forced my attention to the world around me again. Legolas stood in front of me, concern clear on his face.

"We mustn't tarry, Vilansia," he said gently.

"Eka kenna," I replied, my voice brittle. I cleared my throat, forcing my shoulders back. "My apologies, Legolas. Come, let us catch up with the others,"

He paused a moment, giving me a knowing look. "There is no shame in having grief. This is a dark moment for the Fellowship," He looked up to Svell as if saying something to her as well. "Do not carry your sorrow with you, as there is hope yet," He squeezed my shoulder slightly before letting his hand fall back to his side. He smiled slightly, extending his left arm out to his side, gesturing for me to take to lead and catch up with the other two.

I swallowed thickly, letting Svellevarina's calm settle within me. I gave a determined nod, my jaw clenched and began to jog into the woods after the remainder of the Fellowship, Legolas close behind me. Svellevarina took to the air, remaining as close as possible to us. Boromir gave his life to protect Merry and Pippin. I would not allow his death to be in vain.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

Brisingr - Fire

Eka kenna - I know

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INHERITANCE CYCLE (ERAGON) AND LOTR CROSSOVER. VILANSIA AND HER DRAGON, SVELLEVARINA, HAVE SPENT MANY YEARS TRAINING YOUNG DRAGON RIDERS ALONGSIDE ERAGON AND SAPHIRA. BUT, THEIR TIME OF ADVENTURE HAS COME. THE PEOPLE OF MIDDLE EARTH HAVE CALLED FOR AID AND ALAGAESIA WILL ANSWER

Chapter 9: Gramarye

While others may have found the days of canoeing tiresome, it did little to hinder the Hobbit's spirits. Svellevarina took this time to offer them rides on her back in the water, lifting them into the air for a moment before diving back into the water in her own form of a game. It was heartening to see Svell and them bond, and I was grateful that Svellevarina was able to keep them happy despite the sense of foreboding growing in the pit of my stomach. The four of them reminded me of the youngest of the riders in training back home, their wide-eyed view of the world the only reminder of what innocence might remain in our group. I believed that this was, at least in part, the reason that Svellevarina was so drawn to them. It was their hopeful nature that she wanted to protect, just as she would for the young riders in Alagaesia.

I had also taken this opportunity to learn more about Middle Earth from both Gimli and Legolas. The dwarf was quite happy to share many stories of his people and the grand stone kingdoms in which they resided. From what I gathered they were certainly ancient people rich with culture. I told Gimli about the Dwarves of Alagaesia, expressing the similarities that they shared. He was curious to hear about the gods and goddesses that they worshipped, though he seemed to disregard them in favour of his own. Despite that, however, he expressed interest in meeting the Dwarves of my homeland, especially when I shared how much they liked to drink.

Legolas was more reserved. I did my best to not pry too much into his personal life, as I sensed his desire for privacy. This didn't stop Svell from teasing him, however. He was incredibly good-natured about it, though, his curiosity about my dragon's behaviour outweighing any offense he might have taken otherwise.

I decided that the two of them were good company. Though time seemed to move slowly as we canoed along the river, I did not find that I was bored while talking with them.

"Tell me, Lady Elf," Gimli said as he turned in the canoe to face me. "Is it possible for Dwarves to be the riders of dragons?"

"Of course!" I replied. "There are two young dwarves who are in training in Alagaesia right now,"

"Really?" he scoffed. "Now I find that hard to believe. We dwarves do not belong in the sky, we have always been part of the rocks in the mountainside,"

"What I say is true, master dwarf. All persons of Alagaesia have the chance of becoming a rider so  long as they meet the requirements,"

"Requirements?" Legolas asked from behind me.

"Indeed. We cannot have riders that are too young or too elderly. They must be true of heart, with a peaceful and focused mind," I looked towards Svellevarina, who was swimming below the surface of the river, her white scales shimmering. "My master, Eragon, and his dragon, Saphira, meet with every youngling sent to the Elvish capital city before they are accepted and given a chance to select a dragon egg,"

"Hm," Gimli grumbled. "I'd like to meet those young dwarves, I think,"

I smiled softly. "They would certainly look up to you, master dwarf,"

Our canoe pulled up beside the boat in which Boromir, Merry, and Pippin sailed. Pippin was leaning over the side in our direction, his face bright with a smile.

"Your dragon here has told us about your use of magic," Boromir said.

"Can you show us? Please!" Pippin exclaimed.

The corners of my mouth lifted in a smile. "And what did Svell tell you, exactly?"

"She said you'd do whatever we liked," the young Hobbit said matter-of-factly.

"Is that so?" I glanced ahead of us where Svellevarina's shimmering head poked out of the water.

"We really would like to see what you can do, miss," Merry added. "More out of curiosity than anything, you understand,"

"I admit, my lack of understanding about your ways adds to my own curiosity," Boromir said with a raised brow.

I sent my disapproval to Svell through our mental link. It was not the way of the riders to flaunt their abilities, be it physical or magical. It was Eragon's teachings that in no way should we act above everyone else. We wanted to remain trustworthy and accessible in the eyes of others. Svell released a stream of water from her nostrils as she snorted, her only response to my objection.

I took in a deep breath. It wasn't as if I was trying to act better than the rest of the company, I was only indulging their requests, teaching them the ways of my people. There was no harm in that, right? Part of my mind recited the scorn I would likely receive from Arya Drotting anyways.

"Very well. Pay close attention now, young Hobbits," I said to them. I passed off the oar for the canoe to Gimli before I reached out my hands above the river water over the edge of the boat. I focused my energy, observing the movement and life of the water. Using the ancient language in my mind, I lifted a small ball of water from the river, lifting it up to swirl in front of Pippin's shocked expression. Merry shuffled forward to see it as well, rocking their canoe slightly. I heard Gimli release a small breath in awe in front of me. I changed the shape of the water from a ball to a small stream, letting it move in waves around the Hobbits as they spun their heads to watch. I flicked my fingers, letting some of the water splash on their faces before releasing it back into the great river. The two of them scrunched their noses as they wiped the water on their cloaks.

"I hope that was satisfactory?" I asked with a grin.

Boromir laughed. "It was entertaining, at least,"

"Thanks for showing us, miss. I hope to see more of what you can do some time," Merry said.

"Maybe one day," I replied.

"If I may," Legolas said behind me. "Could you explain how such magic works in your homeland? I have never seen such an act in my lifetime,"

I took back the oar, continuing to row with Legolas. I leaned on my right leg so that I may glance at the Elf behind me. His sharp blue eyes were focused on me, his eyebrows lifted in search of knowledge. It was an intense expression, his attention completely on me. I couldn't help but shift under his gaze.

"I would be happy to explain the magic of my people," I said. "It is an ancient source of power for my people, one that was gifted to us from our connection to dragons. It is woven into our very language that the Elves of Alagaesia speak. With the use of intention and one's personal energy, an individual can speak certain words or phrases in the ancient language to use magic. All dragon riders have the ability to use such magic but must train and study both the ancient language and their energy in order to do so without great harm. All magic comes at a cost. Just as the universe is made of balance, so is the ancient language, there is no give without take,"

"It is possible, then, for anyone to learn how to use this magic?" Legolas asked.

"Indeed. Though, the amount of training required should not be understated,"

"Could you teach us?" Pippin asked.

I paused, watching the Hobbit's eyes search my own. I could feel his enthusiasm without even reaching out with my mind. His cousin beside him was also listening intently.

Svellevarina interjected. "It is possible for almost anyone to learn the most basic of spells,"

"I want to learn!" Pippin stated.

"So do I!" Merry added.

"Very well, very well," I said. "I will teach you what I can so long as you promise to exercise patience in the process,"

"We promise," the two Hobbits said together.

I smiled at the two of them before looking ahead, dipping my paddle in the water to push us further along. I was reminded of the young riders in Alagaesia, their faces bright with joy as they cast their first spell. My heart panged with a sense of longing. I couldn't help but wonder how the riders had progressed in their training. My thoughts went to Adelina and her dragon, Kydus. The two of them were incredibly close to their final trials, the very ones that would result in their graduation if they succeeded. I had always thought that Svellevarina and I would be there to judge the trials, as we had been the ones to train the two of them from the very start. Perhaps they had already taken the trials and were now guardians of Alagaesia. So much time had passed, and I had no way of knowing how the younglings had progressed. I mentally promised myself that I would scry Eragon and Saphira as soon as I possibly could.

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INHERITANCE CYCLE (ERAGON) AND LOTR CROSSOVER. VILANSIA AND HER DRAGON, SVELLEVARINA, HAVE SPENT MANY YEARS TRAINING YOUNG DRAGON RIDERS ALONGSIDE ERAGON AND SAPHIRA. BUT, THEIR TIME OF ADVENTURE HAS COME. THE PEOPLE OF MIDDLE EARTH HAVE CALLED FOR AID AND ALAGAESIA WILL ANSWER

Chapter 8: The Gifts of Galadriel 

Before I was a rider, I was made of simplicity. Routines shaped my life and very rarely was I found partaking in activities outside of them. It was dull most of the time, though I had no room to complain. It was consistent and predictable, something I found to not be an entirely bad thing. My restlessness grew, however, as I did over the years. Arya Drotting could see the ache in my heart for something more outside the wooden walls of the Great Hall. I had spent some time on the Rider Island whenever the queen made a required appearance for the graduation of those becoming true dragon riders and guardians of Alagaesia. I was always drawn to Saphira as she was to me and she had always shared flashing images and sounds of ancient stories within my mind. Firnen would contribute also, and I relished the company of the two dragons. I admit, it was hard to separate me from either of them, even once I was a young Elven adult. It was no surprise to anyone, I think, that I was chosen to partake in the ceremony to become a rider. There was a twist, however, a surprise that I surely did not anticipate: I was given the incredible honor to be given one of Saphira and Firnen's eggs. As such, my ceremony was incredibly different, held in private before Arya and Eragon with their respective dragons overseeing it. The pearl white egg was placed in front of me as I sat cross-legged in the grass. It was my only chance of becoming a rider, if this egg did not hatch for me, my life would then return to one of unchanging routine.

Within minutes the egg cracked, splitting open in fragments as the hatchling inside chirped and squealed, taking in the outside air. My heart raced as the dracling turned to me, tilting its head as it observed me. With small jumps she hopped directly into my lap, shaking the egg membrane off her wings before climbing up my side to perch on my shoulder. I heard her gentle snorts in my ear as she sniffed my hair. With a deep breath, I reached my right hand up to her tiny head. She cooed once, then pushed her snout forward, connecting with my palm. Pain ripped through me like hot fire in my veins as the mark of a dragon rider was forever burned into the palm of my hand. Her mind melded with my own, her newborn curiosity flooding my thoughts.

At the sight of Saphira and Firnen, the hatchling chirped, jumping down from my shoulder to run directly to them. I felt her joy and recognition, her instincts telling her that these were her dam and sire, respectively. I stood, making my way over to stand next to Arya Drotting and Eragon, watching the hatchling climb all over her two parents, her tail twitching with happiness and security.

"I cannot believe she hatched for me," I whispered.

Arya regarded me curiously for a moment, her slanted green eyes flashing, glancing at Eragon once. "It is fate, Vilansia. You were meant to be the rider of Firnen and Saphira's hatchling,"

Saphira hummed as the sparkling white dracling balanced on her snout, with tiny wings spread to help her balance as her mother lifted her head high above the ground.

"Fate," I tested the word on my tongue. Was there truly such a thing?

Arya offered a small smile as Eragon rested a hand on my shoulder, his brown eyes soft. "The two of you are destined for great things, of that I am sure. Both of your heritage will most certainly attest to that," I smiled at the two of them, though Eragon felt my uncertainly. "Take heart, you are still young yet, there is much for you to learn and experience," he switched to the Ancient Language. "Saphira and I will be there to guide you and your dragon, there is no need to worry,"

"As will we," Arya added, speaking for herself and Firnen. "We always have, that will never change,"

The hatchling had jumped off Saphira's snout, her wings spread tightly to help her glide back down to earth. She marched over to me, cooing at my feet. I scooped the tiny dragon up in my arms, holding her tightly against my chest and her happiness washed over my mind.

Fate. What a simple and powerful word. "Well, little one, you were certainly unexpected, weren't you?" I spoke with my thoughts to the hatchling. Her emerald coloured eyes peered up at me, blinking once. Through our connection, I could feel her understanding.

"Vilansia?" a voice called to me.

I shifted, forcing my eyes to focus on the figure before me. Aragorn crouched in front of me, his brows furrowed in concern. I sat up straight against the side of my dragon.

"We have been summoned to meet with the Lord and Lady. You must be quick to gather your things and wake your dragon," he stood to his full height. "I take it they wish to see us off soon,"

"Of course, my apologies," I said to him before he walked away.

I rubbed my temple, the memory fading away to the back of my mind. I placed a hand on Svellevarina's hard scales behind me, pushing my mind against hers to ease her awake. She shifted as her dreams faded away, rustling her wings against her. Svell lifted her head, her forked tongue snaking out in front of her to taste the air.

"We are leaving?" she asked me.

I heaved the saddle into my arms, lifting it up with me as I climbed up her legs to set it in place. "It would seem so,"

I climbed back down and tightened the belt that held my rider's blade around my waist. The fellowship was led away from the glowing city and towards the sound of a rushing river. We were met with a group of Lothlorien Elves that stood with the Lord and Lady.

Lord Celeborn regarded each of us as the group of Lorien Elves clasped soft green cloaks around our shoulders. "Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks shield you from unfriendly eyes,"

Svell sniffed the cloak on my back in curiosity. Indeed, it was unlike any material that my own people possessed but that's not to say that was a particularly bad thing. It was a thick but comfortable material that reached just below my knees. It was held together by an emerald green clasp that rested at my collar bone, shaped like a curled leaf. It was certainly a handsome gift.

The Fellowship was directed to a set of three canoes that rested on the riverbank. Packs of supplies were piled in front of them. Boromir and Legolas got to work distributing everything based on who would be in what canoe. The Hobbits stood together on the riverbank until Pippin found some portions of bread, who didn't hesitate to unpack a few and begin snacking. I watched for a moment while Aragorn was motioned away from the group by Lord Celeborn. I turned my attention away, not wanting to pry on their conversation.

Svell lapped up some of the river, streams of water falling from her jaw as she scooped the liquid in her jaw and drank. The water itself was a bright blue, the riverbed made of light grey rocks. Even the outskirts of this Elven city were beautiful.

Legolas held up a tightly wrapped package of bread. "Lembas, Elvish waybread," he informed us. "One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man," he took a small bite of it before carefully wrapping it back up again and placing it with the rest in his canoe.

"How many did you eat, Pip," Merry asked in a hushed tone.

"Four," he replied simply. After a moment of silence, the Hobbit belched, earning a look of disproval from his cousin.

"It would seem the young Hobbit has the stomach of a dragon!" Svellevarina remarked fondly. This cased Pippin to grin widely with pride at what he perceived as a compliment.

The four Hobbits were beckoned away from the rest of us as Aragorn returned. He was quick to help pack up our supplies but said nothing to hint about why each of us was being called away. I decided to pay no mind. If it did not involve me there was no use muddying my mind with things that were not my business. Until Legolas instructed my dragon and me to meet with the Lord and Lady after his turn was done. I glanced at Svell briefly before making my way to the forest line of trees where the leaders of Lothlorien waited for us.

Lady Galadriel offered a smile as she extended her arm, beckoning us to follow her further. I walked beside the Lady of Light, her sparkling white gown trailing behind her in the soft grass. Lord Celeborn remained at the tree line, watching the Fellowship pack up.

"I never thought it possible for dragon riders to exist in my lifetime," she said suddenly. I peered at her through the corner of my eye. Her face was expressionless, her demeanor calm and contained as the sunlight reflected off her golden hair. "Indeed, I have experienced many of your lifetimes over. You are still so young to the world, lady Elf." Her sharp eyes met my own as she came to a stop. "Perhaps you and your dragon's presence is a sign that progress is possible. You must understand, Middle Earth's experience with dragons is not exactly a good one."

Svell snorted, drawing Galadriel's attention to her. "I mean no disrespect, o'dragon. I know your heart. You mean no harm to Middle Earth or it's people,"

"We come to protect this world's citizenry. My home has faced its own time of tyranny, no one should have to experience such hardship," I replied, my hand resting on the hilt of my blade.

She inclined her head. "Be cautious, dragon rider. Not all experiences are the same," she sighed softly. "Alas, you are here to help, this I understand and appreciate. While I cannot tell you what your fate may be here in Middle Earth, I do offer my blessing to you both."

"Elrun ono, thank you Lady Galadriel," I said with a bow.

"The journey ahead will be perilous, however. Reserve your better judgment and remember why you are here," she added.

"We will not forget our mission, Lady of Light," Svell replied.

The Elven lady regarded us for a moment before the corners of her lips lifted slightly in a tight smile. "I offer something to you now in hopes that it will be of great use," the same group of Elves that supplied the cloaks for the Fellowship stepped forward from the shadow of the trees. Whatever they carried was covered with soft cloths, hiding them from the elements and from view. "Please, take a look,"

Two Elves bowed their heads as they held out their arms to me, the two of them carrying the bundle together. Svell dropped her head so that it was just above my shoulder so she could look as well. I carefully unwrapped the cloth to reveal shining metal. As I unveiled the rest, we were able to fully see what the large object was. It was a helmet of pure white, lined with gold around the edges, shaped perfectly to fit Svellevarina for battle.

I couldn't hold back a gasp as my fingers traced the edges of the jawline. "This is a beautiful piece of work, I cannot possibly express my gratitude in the common tongue,"

Galadriel smiled. "There is no need, young one. All I ask is that you accept it with grace and trust it to protect your soul partner,"

"I will wear this armour with great pride. Elrun ono, Lady of Light, I couldn't ask for more beautiful armour," Svellevarina said to her.

"The smiths here had hoped to match your own beauty, o'dragon. Admittedly, there is nothing on this earth that could match your majesty, but I do know that this armour will protect you in any situation you may face," she paused. "The material is unique to the Elves of Middle Earth and is incredibly rare in the current era. Though, you have seen it before." She came to stand beside me as I gazed upon the white helmet in awe. "It is Elvish mithril, a sacred metal, one that can withstand the most intense of blows, comparable to dragon scales themselves,"

"Elrun ono, Lady Galadriel. We are incredibly honored by this gift," Svell replied.

"We appreciate your generosity, alfa-kona," I added.

"Come, the Fellowship mustn't waste more time here. The road ahead of you is long," her blue eyes shone as I felt her presence push against my mind. I released my barriers in a show of trust. She spoke within my mind then to both Svell and I: "The task before you both is certainly daunting but know that you were sent here for a reason. Fate is a delicate thing and every choice you make influences it for good or ill. Take heart, you may be young but you are wise and strong. On behalf of my people, I thank you for taking up this mantle,"

I let Svell reply for the both of us, as she let our emotions of gratitude and awe wash over Galadriel's mind. Her expression showed us that she understood the significance of our appreciation. The allowed the group of Elves to pack away the mithril armour in the saddlebags on Svell's back before we joined the Fellowship on the riverbank.

Soon after, we were off, Legolas, Gimli, and I in one canoe, with Boromir, Merry, and Pippin in the second. Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam took the lead up the river while Svell swam in the cool water next to them. We sped past the borders of Lothlorien as the Lord and Lady watched us go, their hands held up in farewell. I noticed the forest grow increasingly dense, the air thick and dark within the trees once we left Lothlorien, something that caused some apprehension within me.

"I have taken my worst wound at this parting," Gimli said, breaking the silence, "having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Ah, henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me,"

I felt Legolas shift behind me. "What was her gift?"

"I asked for one hair on her golden head. She gave me three,"

I glanced at the Elf behind me to see a smile on his face at Gimli's response. Such a gift in Alagaesia would be incredibly unlikely, due to the ability for one to manipulate the gift through magic to the detriment of the giver. I made the assumption, then, that this explained the significance of the Lady's gift to the Dwarf. Her generosity seemed to know no bounds and demonstrated her hope in us all. I continued to row, moving us along the river with the flow of the current, her voice echoing in my mind. Part of me hoped that this would not be the only chance of meeting her.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

Dröttning - Queen

Elrun ono - Thank you

älfakona - Elf woman

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Unexpected Fate Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Distant Lands

Chapter 2: Wyrda

Chapter 3: Arrival to Rivendell

Chapter 4: Council of Elrond

Chapter 5: The Pass of Caradhras

Chapter 6: Mithril and Dragon Scales

Chapter 7: Now far ahead the road has gone...

Chapter 8: The Gifts of Galadriel

Chapter 9: Gramarye

Chapter 10: The Breaking of the Fellowship

Chapter 11: Serenity, Yet Emotion

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Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) and LOTR Crossover. Vilansia and her dragon, Svellevarina, have spent many years training young dragon riders alongside Eragon and Saphira. But, their time of adventure has come. The people of Middle Earth have called for aid and Alagaesia will answer.

Chapter 7: Now far ahead the road has gone...

The sun had long set when we reached the outside of a dense forest. I could feel the ancient energy that surrounded the woods, the trees were tall and thick with a heavy canopy of leaves. Somehow, even with the growing darkness around us, the forest appeared even darker. Certainly not as inviting as the entrances to Du Weldenvarden.

Aragorn led us inside the forest, his pace now a bit slower.

"Be careful young Hobbits," Gimli whispered. "they say a great sorceress lives in these woods: an elf witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell,"

I couldn't help but smile. If only the dwarf had met my own queen, Arya. I imagined he would say something similar, though, there was a hint of bias towards my fondness of the queen. I had always considered her strong, wise, and calculating. I could only hope to be the fraction of the elf that she is.

Svellevarina had a difficult time walking through the trees as they grew tightly together. She was often forced to walk around many of them, sometimes losing sight of the group for a moment before coming into sight again.

"Well," Gimli continued. "here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox,"

Elves surrounded us, halting us in our tracks as their sharp arrowheads pointed directly at each of us.

"Oh," he said.

I tensed, ready to withdraw my weapon if they made a move to attack. Legolas had loaded his bow, aiming at the Elves in front of him.

"The dwarf breaths so loud we could have shot him in the dark," a male elf stated as he stepped forward, regarding the dwarf with raised eyebrows.

The male elf then spoke with Aragorn in an unfamiliar language. As he addressed Legolas briefly I assumed it was a shared Elvish language. The dialect was quite different from my own, meaning there was little chance of me understanding even bits and pieces of what was said. Instead, I relied on the body language of those speaking and the energy that they gave off.

"So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves! Speak words we can all understand," Gimli spat.

"We have not had dealings with the Dwarves since the Dark Days," the elf replied gravely.

"And you know what this dwarf says to that?" Gimli continued in a harsher dialect, his voice thick with anger.

"That was not so courteous," Aragorn said to him.

With a glance at Frodo, the male elf said: "You bring great evil with you. You can go no further,"

Aragorn kept stride with the elf as he stepped away, speaking urgently to him. They continued their conversation away from the group, leaving the rest of us to wait there as the armed group of Elves watched us carefully.

Svellevarina found a break in the trees to lay down, resting her head on the soft ground. The rest of us tried to find comfortable seats as well for we were unsure just how long the wait would be.

"Gandalf's death was not in vain, nor would he want you to give up hope," Boromir said as he looked to Frodo. "You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Do not carry the weight of the dead,"

The Hobbit did not reply, but his wide blue eyes met Boromir's in acknowledgment. I made my way over to my dragon, kneeling beside where she laid her head.

"Your mind is still troubled," She stated to me. Svellevarina was not wrong. The thoughts I held previously were having a difficult time letting my mind find the peace it needed to.

"I am going to attempt to scry Murtagh and Thorn if you wish to join me," I said to her.

"Of course," she shifted her position so that she curled around me, her body shielding me from the direct view of the group to provide at least a bit of privacy.

I withdrew a pool of water before us with the ancient language, making sure to seal it there so that it would not soak back into the soil.

"Draumr kopa," I whispered.

The water rippled as an image began to form on the surface. Murtagh's face came into view then, his eyes snapping up to meet mine. I could see that he was in his chambers based on the wooden decor behind him.

"Vilansia? Is that you?" He asked.

"Indeed, my breoal," I replied.

His shoulders dropped with a sigh. "So you are still alive,"

I glanced at Svell behind me. "Yes, Murtagh, of course, we are,"

"What's wrong?" He peered at me, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

I leaned back against Svellevarina's side, my words failing me.

"We have suffered a great loss," my dragon said. "one we did not anticipate,"

There was a pause as Murtagh looked from Svell to me. "Are you all right?"

"We are fine, shur'tugal. We made it out unscathed,"

"Well, what took place? I have not seen you so solemn, Vilansia," Murtagh said gently. The sound of sliding scales behind Murtagh reached my ears as the vibrant red of Thorn came into view. Svell hummed slightly at the sight of his presence.

"Svellevarina and I are part of a group. Eleven companions we started with when we left for our journey," I began as I recounted the events that took place within Rivendell and our journey to the Mines of Moria. Svellevarina took over to describe the tentacled beast she saved the Hobbit from. I continued the tale, describing the great fight within the Dwarf city and the Balrog that ultimately brought down the grey wizard.

Murtagh ran his fingers through his dark hair as he leaned back. Thorn's ruby eye came into view.

"Keep faith in your company, shur'tugal," Thorn said. "The journey has just begun,"

"That is my very concern," I replied as I narrowed my eyes. "It has only been a month of travel thus far and we have already lost a vitally important member of the Fellowship," I sighed. "What hope is there, truly?"

Murtagh offered a lopsided smile. "They have you and Svell, do they not?"

"Yes, breoal, they do. But are we enough?"

His smile faltered. "Now, it does no good to doubt your own abilities let alone your dragons'. What would Arya say to you?"

I looked down towards my feet. "She certainly would not have any of it,"

"She certainly would not, you're right," he sighed. "Vilansia, do not blame yourself. You did all that you could, as did Svell. All you can do is focus on the road ahead of you,"

"There is not much good that can come from focusing on the past," Thorn added.

"Elrun ono. I, I did not realize how much I needed to hear those words," I replied quietly.

"I understand. This is a difficult task, I can't imagine that it will get any easier. Rely on each other, the two of you are capable of so much when you are together," Murtagh said before he shrugged, "Perhaps Eragon can provide better direction but just know that I understand your emotion,"

I chuckled dryly. "Both he and Arya Drotting would remind me how dangerous emotions can be,"

"Well, that is their teaching. Even if what they say is hard to hear, don't forget that they only ever want the best for you,"

"They have always looked out for you both," Thorn said.

"We know," I replied.

"Come, Vilansia, we best be ready for when we depart," Svellevarina said.

"Elrun ono, Murtagh, Thorn. I appreciate you speaking with us,"

"It was I who asked it of you, remember, breoal?" he replied. "Keep in contact when you are able. I will pass on the knowledge of your well-being to Arya and Eragon but I suggest scrying them as well,"

"Of course. Elrun ono,"

"Esterní to you both," Murtagh replied.

I released the water back into the ground, effectively ending the spell.

"Lady Vilansia?" I heard someone call. I stood, stepping around Svellevarina to find Legolas standing before me. "We have been granted entrance to Lothlorien, we must go,"

"Thank you, Legolas," I replied gently.

The Fellowship was led further into the forest. Faint blue lights were strung along the branches of the tall trees illuminating the growing darkness of the night.  It gave our surroundings an ethereal glow, and I could feel the ancient magic surrounding this place.

"Caras Galadhon, the heart of Elvendom on earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light," our guide informed us before we continued on.

Our pathway of stone turned into a wooden, winding staircase around a thick trunk of the tree before us. It was the largest of the trees that surrounded us, the same blue lights in the canopy of the forest built within it's' bark above the stairway that led up into the higher branches of the trees. It was as if they had taken the stars and brought them to the earth. My breath was taken from me as I looked on. It was glorious. We were taken to a city within the trees, levels of wooden platforms, and walkways all around us. We were brought to a platform that held wide steps directly in front of us. The silver light was too bright to see anything beyond the steps. Two figures appeared in the shining light, walking towards us, hand in hand. The two of them emitted an ancient power, their eyes were piercing and calculating. They came to a stop on just before the steps as they regarded each of us. The two of them did not have the reaction towards Svellevarina that I might think they would. In fact, there was no observable reaction from either of them. I felt Svell's slight confusion at this.

Lord Celeborn was the first to speak. "The Enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone," he paused. "Ten there are here, yet eleven there were, set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him. I can no longer see him from afar,"

Lady Galadriel's piercing eyes rested on Aragorn. "Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow,"

"He was taken by both shadow and flame: a Balrog of Morgoth, for we went needlessly into the net of Moria," Legolas informed them.

"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life," the Lady said. "we do not yet know his full purpose," she looked to Gimli with a sympathetic smile. "Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dum fill your heart, Gimli, son of Gloin, for the world has grown full of peril and in all lands, love is now mingled with grief,"

Boromir began to weep beside us, his shoulders shaking as he dropped his head to avoid her gaze. I could feel the movement of energy around them, as if magic was part of their very being, like the dragons of Alagaesia.

"What now becomes of the Fellowship? Without Gandalf hope is lost," Celeborn said.

My chest tightened. To hear this Elf Lord say aloud my very fear did nothing to ease my mind.

"The quest stands upon the edge of a knife," Lady Galadriel said. "Stray but a little and it will fall to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the company is true," the Lady smiled, her face warm with kindness. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace,"

The same Elf that led us into the city of Lorien to lead us to where the group would rest for the night.

A sharp pressure pushed against my mental barriers, causing me to wince and halt in my tracks. Svellevarina growled low in her throat at the perceived attack. With furrowed brows, I looked up towards Lady Galadriel to find she was already looking at me.

"You are considerably powerful, Lady Vilansia of Alagaesia," she said to me. "Both you and your dragon will indeed change the fate of the Fellowship," she regarded Svellevarina. "There has not been a creature so beautiful within Middle Earth for some time. It is an honor,"

Svellevarina shifted, her head tilted to the side. "There is an ancient power about you, Lady of Light. The honor is mine,"

With my dragon's cue of the dip of her shimmering head, I bowed to the both of them before we turned to join the rest of the fellowship.

Gentle music echoed around us as we settled down for the night. The blue and silver lights dimmed slightly to give the illusion of late night within the city. The company was taken to a wide opening in a large tree, the soft ground providing comforting support. The hobbits had laid out their blankets upon the ground next to each other against the inside of the tree. Gimli's snores loudly informed us that the dwarf was asleep next to the Hobbits. Aragorn had taken to sharpening his blade next to Boromir. Legolas stood outside of the roots of the tree, his faraway gaze looking out towards the Elvish city that surrounded us. I removed the saddle upon Svell's back, allowing her to stretch and clean the scales upon her shoulders and upper back with her barbed tongue. She laid just outside where the Hobbits sat, resting her head upon the mossy ground.

"A lament for Gandalf," Legolas said as the music continued.

"What do they say about him?" Merry asked.

"I have not the heart to tell you, for the grief is still too near," he replied.

Samwise stood, and with a deep breath said: "The finest rockets ever seen, they burst in stars of blue and green. Or after thunder, silver showers, came falling like a...rain of flowers," his shoulders fell as he sat back onto his bedding. "Oh, that doesn't do him justice in the long road,"

Svellevarina hummed. "It came from the heart, little one. That is all that matters,"

The hobbits smiled tightly and I could tell that he was not completely convinced. The four of them eventually settled, using their packs as pillows as they drifted off to sleep. Boromir spoke with Aragorn for a short while before he, too, got some rest. As Svell relaxed, wisps of smoke rose from her nostrils, rising up to meet the tall branches of the trees that surrounded us. I walked out a little farther from the group, my back to them, to better take in Lothlorien. The way in which the city was built among the trunks of the trees, a considerable distance from solid ground, reminded me of my home city, Ellesmera. Though, there was an entirely different atmosphere and look between the two of them. The cool tones of Lothlorien felt elegant and ethereal. Not to say the Ellesmera did not possess those qualities, however. Instead of the glowing hue of blue and silver, my home city was made of earthy green and yellow tones. I sighed, closing my eyes. I relaxed my mind, letting it wander throughout the ancient trees, connecting with each of them as I meditated.  Even the trees held a level of consciousness not normally found in others, the magic of the Elves no doubt having an effect on them over time.

Something moved behind me, and I snapped my eyes open to face it. Frodo had edged his way from the group of sleeping Hobbits, his bright blue eyes focused on in front of him. He continued to walk away from the group, making his way down the staircase that led to another wooden platform. I rebuilt my mental barriers, bringing myself back to full focus. With silent steps I began to follow him, peering down the steps.

A hand on my shoulder stopped me. "Let him be, Lady Vilansia. He is in no danger here," Legolas said behind me.

I turned to him, then glanced back down the stairs. Frodo was no longer in my sight. I reached out in search of him with my mind. He was indeed safe, for now. I kept aware of him for fear that something may happen. "Very well," I replied, following him back to the rest of the group.

The soft snores of the Hobbits intermitted with Gimli's loud ones filled the air.

"May I ask a question of you, Lady Vilansia?" Legolas asked quietly.

"Of course," I said to him, "And please, call me Vilansia,"

He nodded once. "I wonder, what is your home city like?"

"I admit, Du Weldenvarden is nothing like the Elvish cities I have visited here so far," I replied. "Our capital city, Ellesmera, was where I was born. To me, it is the grandest in comparison to all others within the Elven province. Our buildings are part of the trees, our lives are woven together with the existing forest through ancient magic,"

"Are there many dragon riders there?"

"In Ellesmera? No. My queen resides there with her dragon as do Svellevarina and I. But we are the only dragon riders that live in the capitol,"

He thought for a moment. "Then you two are the only Elvish riders?"

"There are many other Elvish riders, some graduated and others still in training,"

He bowed his head. "Thank you for indulging my curiosity,"

A small smile lifted the corners of my lips. "You are welcome, Legolas,"

He leaned against the root of the tree, looking out into the city once again. I checked on Frodo's well-being through the mental connection I had established moments ago. He was all right. Perhaps  I did not have anything to worry about here in Lothlorien. Svellevarina looked my way with her bright eyes.

"Come, shur'tugal. Get some rest while you are able,"

I undid the belt that held my weapon within its sheath, setting it on the ground next to me as I sat, leaning my back against Svell's right foreleg.

"Arya Drotting would love it here," I said to her.

"Aye, she would. Firnen too,"

I sighed lightly, my eyes lifting up to the tops of the trees. Svellevarina pushed a comforting calm to wash over me before she drifted off to a deep slumber, the tension of our previous battle leaving her as she dreamed of home. I let her dreams fill my mind, closing my eyes to better view the images before me. Saphira's blue scaled flashed before my eyelids and Firnen's deep hum echoed in my mind. Their respective riders came into view. They stood next to each other, hand in hand, as their dragons took to the air behind them. Arya brought her free hand to touch her chest just above her heart with her fingertips before lifting it up in front of her. I smiled. It was a fond gesture the two of us shared for as long as I could remember, even before I was made a dragon rider. Though I knew that Svellevarina had no control of her dreams, I was grateful that I could share in this image with her.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

Draumr kópa - Dream stare

Breoal - Family

Shur'tugal - Dragon rider

Elrun ono - Thank you

Dröttning - Queen

Esterní - Good fortune

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Unexpected Fate

Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) & Lord of the Rings Crossover Summary: Vilansia and her dragon, Svellevarina, have spent many years training the young dragon riders alongside Eragon and Saphira. But their time of adventure has come. The people of Middle Earth have called for aid and Alagaesia will answer.

Chapter Six: Mithril and Dragon Scales

The fellowship came to a stop at the top of a steep staircase. The path continued until it forked into two directions, each leading to a separate doorway. We appeared to be on some form of a cliff, as to the companies left was a sheer drop into the open space. The ceilings here were rounded and tall, giving Svell plenty of room to stretch her wings. It was a large cavernous space around us.

"I have no memory of this place," Gandalf said as he looked between the two doors.

"Are we lost?" Pippin asked.

"No, I don't think we are," Merry said.

The company stood in silence for a moment before Pippin spoke again. "Merry?" he asked.

"What?" he sounded annoyed.

"I'm hungry,"

The only answer he received from the other Hobbit was a roll of his eyes.

"Vilansia," my dragon said to me, "there is something out there,"

I turned to her, her gaze peering into the cavernous beyond. She was tense and poised, observing everything around her as if on the hunt. I walked towards the edge of the ledge, crouching down next to Frodo. His eyes were wide as he looked into the darkness. As I extended my mind, I felt it. A groveling creature focused on only one thing. The Ring of Power. Its mind was dark and clouded and full of anger. Large eyes reflected in the dark, watching us.

Frodo scrambled back to Gandalf's side. "There's something down there!"

"It's Gollum," the old wizard replied simply. "He's been following us for three days,"

I internally commended the creature for escaping my notice until now. How sneaky, indeed.

"He escaped the dungeons of Barad-dur!" Frodo exclaimed.

Gandalf tilted his head towards the Hobbit. "Escaped? Or set loose?"

I shifted from where I sat to better face the two of them, my interest piqued.

"Now that the Ring is known again, he won't be ridden of his need for it," Gandalf continued. "he hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself. Smeagol's life is a sad story," Frodo looked up at him, confused. "Yes, Smeagol he was once called...before the Ring found him. Before it drove him mad,"

"It's a pity that Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance," Frodo spat.

"Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand," Gandalf raised an eyebrow. "Many that live deserve death, but some that die who deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo?" The Hobbit said nothing. "Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends," Gandalf looked outwards towards the darkness. "My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may hold the fate of many,"

Frodo furrowed his brows, then, and his shoulders dropped as he released a heavy sigh. "I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened,"

I couldn't help but frown. In trying to do what was right, he had sealed his fate with the Ring, for better or worse. The task was daunting for even myself and Svellevarina, I could not imagine the fear that grasped the Hobbit's heart.

"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide," Gandalf looked down at Frodo, his eyes soft. "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces that work in this world, Frodo, besides evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you were meant to have it. And isn't that an encouraging thought?" He offered a smile to lighten the Hobbit's worry.

"There is hope yet," Svell commented to the three of us

.Aragorn had started a small fire for the rest of us, providing warmth and light. There was no natural light to reach us here, but my internal clock told me that another day had passed. Which meant we should reach the end of the Mines soon. Svellevarina perched herself on the edge of the cliff, looking out into the darkness below, her tail curled around her. With how still she was it would be easy to mistake her for a marble statue. But the shine of her scales gave the illusion away .I sat on a stone step before the fire, watching the Hobbits ration out their food to one another. They offered a piece of meat to Svell, which she gratefully accepted. It was amusing to watch the Hobbits interact with my dragon and I knew she enjoyed their attention. I think, in part, their cheerful attitudes reminded her of the young riders.

"So, how do you become a dragon rider?" Pippin asked. The rest of the company looked my way as they waited for an answer.

I straightened my back as I regarded them. "There are four major races in Alagaesia: elves, humans, dwarves, and urgals. They are each given the opportunity to choose someone to send to an Island a short distance from my home city, Ellesmera. Once chosen and sent there the elder dragon rider, Eragon, and his dragon Saphira oversee the ceremony. There is a glorious cavern of dragon eggs that the chosen individuals are taken to once deemed worthy by the elders,"

"From there it is up to the hatchlings that rest within the egg," Svellevarina took over. "we are prepared to remain inside for all of eternity if we are not approached by the right person. There must be a connection, a bond, between the dracling and the person before the dragon will even hatch,"

I continued: "Once the dragon hatches and the two are bonded, the dragon rider receives a mark on the palm of their hand," I lifted up my right hand to reveal the silver marking. "From there, the two engage in rigorous training until the elders deem them ready to graduate and become true guardians of Alagaesia,"

"Urgals?" Aragorn asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Indeed. A unique race to Alagaesia, it would seem, for I have not heard anything of them while here," I replied.

"But you don't have Hobbits," Merry pointed out.I smiled at him. 

"No, we do not have Hobbits,"

"Do you think a Hobbit could become a dragon rider?" Sam asked.

"Well, of course. Anyone has the opportunity to become a rider," I replied, causing him to grin. They then discussed what kind of dragon they would like to have and what their kin back home would think of them if they returned with a dragon by their side. 

The fire dimmed as we continued to wait and the four Halflings eventually slipped into sleep. Everyone knew when Gimli fell asleep, as his snoring was hard to miss. Gandalf remained where he was, peering between each door. Svellevarina, too, fell asleep after some time once she moved to lay down from her perch.

"Get your rest, Lady Elf," Aragorn said to me. "we have a ways to go yet,"

"I have no need for sleep, Master Aragorn,"

"It would seem that Elves are unusual no matter where they are from," Boromir stated.

"Unusual?"

He waved a hand at me. "I am sure you've heard talk in your own country about your kin,"

I raised an eyebrow. "My people believe men to be unusual,"

Aragorn chuckled as Boromir shifted to better face me. "Is that so? Tell me, are the men of Alagaesia similar to the men of Middle Earth?"

"I have yet to decide that for certain," I replied.

"Are humans emotionally driven in Alagaesia?" Legolas asked, a small smile on his lips.

I recalled training young Adelina as well as my time with Murtagh over the years. "Yes,"

"There lies your answer," Legolas stated.

Boromir scoffed. "Passion gives us strength. Perhaps you could take a lesson in that,"

"I mean no offense," I told him. "It's our differences that make us what we are. There is no harm in that,"

"We could learn something from each other," Aragorn added.

The conversation lulled, and eventually, Boromir rested his head against a rock and fell asleep.

"Oh!" Gandalf said after some time. "It's that way!"

"He's remembered!" Merry exclaimed.

"No," the grey wizard replied as he stood before a doorway. "but the air doesn't smell so foul down here," he placed his pointed hat atop his head. "If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose,"

Boromir and Aragorn put out the fire that they had started to keep warm, gathering their things before joining. Gandalf's staff brightened to guide his way down the steps. It was a short staircase, yet we were led into further darkness.

"Let me risk a little more light," Gandalf said before his staff brightened, allowing us to take in the room in which we stood. Gimli gasped as he did. "Behold, the great realm and dwarf city of Dwarrodelf,"

"Now there's an eye-opener, make no mistake," Sam said as he took in the space around him.

It was a grand space, with a floor that was smoothed to perfection. Thick stone pillars held up the high ceiling above it, patterns etched into each of them. We were surrounded by said pillars, and each was spaced out in mathematical sections that split into different halls. They made Svell appear small in comparison, the grandeur of it all demonstrating the capabilities of the Dwarves. Her talons clicked on the floor as she followed us onward, the sound echoing around us. Aside from Svellevarina's claws on the marbled floor, the company was silent as we took in the magnificence of what surrounded us. There was still fear hanging over our heads, however. Shadows jumped around us as Gandalf moved his light and there was no denying the eeriness of the quiet.

Gimli tore away from the group with a loud cry, his heavy boots clunking as he ran through a doorway and into a room. His cries of despair echoed as the rest of the fellowship followed him in. Skeletons were scattered throughout the room, thick cobwebs barely holding them together. In the centre of the room stood a rectangle-shaped block of stone. There was writing carved into the top of it, though not surprisingly, I could not read it. Gimli knelt before it, the front of his helm resting on the edge of the stone.

"Here lies Balin, Lord of Moria," Gandalf read. "He is dead, then. It is as I feared," We stood there for a moment in silence in respect for the fallen dwarf.

Gandalf looked around himself as he removed his pointed hat, his eyes eventually falling on a book that was clutched tightly in a skeleton's grasp. After handing off both his staff and hat to Pippin, he pried the book from the rotten fingers.

"We must move on," Legolas said, his gaze sharp. "we cannot linger,"

Svell snorted as clouds of dust reached her nose as she moved. There was just barely enough room within this chamber for her to spread her wings, though it was a tight fit.

"They have taken the bridge and the second hall," Gandalf read. "we have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes, drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming,"

My hand fell to the hilt of my weapon as the group shifted uneasily. If I had felt our surroundings to be eerie before, then this was an even more profound feeling of unsettling. I wanted nothing more than to carry on from here.

A loud crash broke the quiet, causing me to spin and face the source of the noise, my knees bent in preparation for an attack. Pippin stood before a well, clutching Gandalf's belongings tightly to his chest. The pile of bones behind him teetered on the edge of the opening for just a moment before it fell backward with a creak. It continued to crash as it fell, the sounds echoing below us. The Hobbit cringed at every thud until finally, silence.

"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf exclaimed as he slammed the book shut. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" He grabbed his things from Pippin's arms, shoving his hat back on his head.

A deep booming resounded from below. Then after a moment, another. It's pace quickened into a steady beat as screeching cries reached my ears. Frodo lifted his weapon up in front of us for the rest of the group to see. It was glowing blue.

"Orcs!" Legolas cried.

Boromir ran to the doorway of the chamber, peeking out. Arrows thudded into the wooden door inches from his face.

"Get back!" Aragorn shouted to the Hobbits. "stay close to Gandalf,"

The four of them huddled close together at the back of the room, their eyes wide with fear. Svellevarina crouched in front of them with a snarl, her wings tense at her side.

A new sound reached us, a type of hoarse roar with heavy footsteps.

"They have a cave troll," Boromir announced with a shake of his head.

Aragorn and Boromir forced the large wooden doors shut, and Legolas tossed pieces of spears and broken weapons to help bar the door. The two men stepped back as the scattered footsteps and screeches drew closer.

"Let them come!" Gimli shouted as he stood on top of the stone tomb, his voice thick with rage. "There is yet one dwarf in Moria who still draws breath!"

I unsheathed my weapon, the pure white blade striking against the dark greys of our surroundings. "Protect the Hobbits, Svellevarina,"

She growled in response, her mind focused.

The door shook as the oncoming orcs hacked away at the door, their arms reaching in as they tried to force it open. Arrows landed solidly in the skulls of orcs who revealed themselves in the battered openings. Not once did Legolas miss his mark. The door collapsed then, and the orcs streamed inside. They snarled, saliva dripping from their teeth as a group of them ran towards me with their weapons raised above their heads. I swung my sword low as I sidestepped out of their way, slicing an orc through the middle. Following through with the motion, I brought my weapon in front of me, parrying a blow from another. I kicked it square in the chest, sending it back a few feet. Aragorn's sword finished it off. The ting of spears could be heard as orcs tried to jab at Svellevarina, the metal spearheads bouncing off of her hard scales.

Four orcs had surrounded me, grinning with sharp teeth as they drew closer. I narrowed my eyes and gripped my weapon tightly. With a loud battle cry, I spun my weapon around me, cutting clean through each of their necks. Their bodies crumpled to the ground as they were freed from their heads, blood spattering. I spun my blade in my hands as I glared at the oncoming orcs. They faltered at the sight before them, droplets of blood spattered on my cheeks. I ran towards them, using their hesitation against them, cutting my blade through their midsections.

Something smashed through the doorway, stone crumbling around it. It swung its club about in hopes of hitting one of our company. So this was a cave troll.

There was no hesitation from Svellevarina, and she jumped towards the troll, her wings tight against her. Her talons hooked themselves deep into the cave troll's skin, causing it to cry out. Svellevarina dug her fangs into the top of its right shoulder, and it grabbed at her wings in an attempt to get her off. She released her death grip and moved out of its reach. The cave troll let out another of its hoarse cries as it swung its club at her. Svell roared, the chamber shaking from the power of it.

I glanced around me amidst the fighting to find the Hobbits. With my dragon no longer guarding them I was worried about their wellbeing. The four of them had taken cover in an elevated part of the chamber, creating distance between themselves and the orcs. For any that came too close, they met a painful smash to the face from Sam's frying pan. Seeing that they were all right, I turned my attention back to the fighting before me. I caught sight of a Legolas as he slammed his arrow with his hand into the eye of an orc. While it was a solid kill, it slowed him down, allowing an orc nearby to sneak behind him, sword raised.

I dashed forward and stabbed my blade through the orc's chest. Blood bubbled out of its mouth as its weapon clattered to the ground. Legolas spun around, his blue eyes wide. I pulled my weapon out of the orc, the beautiful white now slick with dark blood.

"Thank you," Legolas breathed. I nodded in response before turning away from him to face the next group of orcs, Legolas behind me.

Svellevarina snarled, drawing my gaze towards her, and I saw the cave troll had taken hold of her left wing. She clawed at the beast, her talons raking its chest. The troll cried out and pulled on her wing, hard. My dragon screeched and pain shot through me. I dropped my weapon and clutched my left arm tightly to me. I focused on separating my mind from hers amidst the pain. When I had blocked my mind from Svellevarina I looked towards her again and saw the cave troll throw my dragon by the wing, slamming her into the stone wall. She crumbled to the ground, her body limp.

"No!" I screamed. I rushed through the crowd of orcs with little regard for the cave troll. My only concern was my dragon.

"Vilansia, wait!" Legolas shouted behind me.

I knelt next to my dragon, my blade clattering to the ground."Svellevarina, oh gods," I whispered, my hands falling to her neck. I opened my mind to her again as I searched for the source of the injury. The hollow bone in her wing had been shattered. The pain was immense, and Svell whimpered as I drew in a deep breath, working through the words in my mind for a proper healing spell.

I drew upon the energy of the orcs around me, using up their life force until death to provide me the strength for the spell. As the words left my lips the energy was redirected to Svellevarina's injury, connecting the fragile pieces of bone back together and taking the proper shape. Svell growled in discomfort as I worked until there was a loud pop as the bone snapped back into place. Svellevarina snarled in pain but that didn't stop a smile from breaking out on my face. I opened my eyes, looking at my dragon as the spell ended. She would be okay.

"Is there no way to make that any less painful?" She said.

I wiped away the wetness from my cheeks. "What matters is that you're okay now,"

She tested her wing, stretching it slowly before shaking the dust from her scales. "A disgusting cave troll cannot bring me down. Especially not when I have you,"

I picked up my blade from the ground beside me before returning to the fight at hand. I turned to see Legolas balancing on top of the cave troll's shoulders as he fired three arrows into the back of the beast's head. The troll roared out in agony, reaching behind him as he tried to grab the elf.

Svellevarina snarled low in her throat and pounced on the cave troll, slamming it to the ground and clamping her strong jaws around its neck. There was a snap and the creature fell limp. When Svell lifted her head, her snout was covered in blood, the fluid dripping from her fangs

.Everyone's attention was on a limp Hobbit in the corner of the chamber, however, a long spear protruding from him. My hand flew to cover my mouth as I gasped. I hurried forward, hoping that he had not already passed. If there was but an ounce of life still in him then I might have a chance of saving him. Aragorn grabbed hold of the Hobbit, turning him over gently.

To everyone's amazement, Frodo coughed as he was shifted, his eyes blinking open.

"He's alive," Aragorn sighed.

The Hobbit sat up as he clutched his chest. "I'm all right. I'm not hurt,"

"You should be dead," Aragorn replied.

"I think there is more to this Hobbit than meets the eye," Gandalf said lightly

Frodo pulled back his tunic to reveal a chainmail shirt underneath, the likes of which I had never seen before. It was a beautiful pearl white and glittered like Svell's scales.

"Mithril," Gimli muttered. "You are full of surprises Master Baggins,"

Shrieks filled the chamber as the eerie drumbeats picked up once again. I tightened my grip on my weapon.

"To the Bridge of Khazad-dum!" Gandalf ordered.

He led us out of the room with great haste. We formed a tight circle around the Hobbits as we ran to keep them safe. The shrieks surrounded us, orcs and goblins were crawling down from the pillars and enclosed us in a circle. Svellevarina snapped her jaws at those that dared get too close, keeping them at bay for the moment.

A deep rumbling shook the ground. The orcs around us shuffled in unease. The low rumble grew louder and an orange glow slowly grew brighter from down the hall. The orcs scattered, crawling back up the stone pillars and into the cracks in the ceiling. The space in which we stood, the same space that we stood in awe of mere hours ago, grew uncomfortably warm as the orange light grew.

"A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world," Gandalf informed us. "This foe is beyond any of us. Run!"

We did not hesitate to follow the wizard as he led us all to the opposite end of the hall from this demon and through a doorway. He ushered us in, allowing everyone else to pass through the door before himself. The heat grew stronger. We were now standing on a decrepit and rocky stairway that led to a short bit of solid ground and a thin, stone bridge.

"Lead them on Aragorn," Gandalf said to the man. "The Bridge is near," he pushed Aragorn forward as the man looked at him in confusion. "Do as I say! Swords are no more use here,"

I knelt down in front of the Hobbits as they looked at the frightening path ahead of them. "Climb onto Svellevarina's back, she will take you to safety,"

She crouched down, her talons chipping at the rock underneath her as she moved. One by one the Hobbits climbed up her front leg and shoulder, securing themselves in the saddle, holding on to one another.

"Make for the Bridge, hurry dragon!" Gandalf shouted.

She soared in the air, gliding gently towards the direction of the bridge. As she pushed off the stone, it cracked, pieces of it falling to the abyss below us, leaving a gap in the path ahead of us. Legolas jumped forward with little effort, motioning for the rest of us to follow.

"Gandalf," he called, holding out his hands to help him cross. The wizard jumped landing safely on the other side with the elf's help.

Arrows whizzed by our heads. I scowled, peering in the directions from where they were shot. More orcs. Boromir urged me forward, his hand on my back. Ducking from an oncoming arrow, I jumped, landing softly on my feet. The man followed after me, leaving Gimli and Aragorn on the other side. The force from Boromir's jumped caused more of the stairway to crumble and fall, increasing the gap. I withdrew my sword and blocked the oncoming arrows, letting them bounce off my weapon and fall to my feet.

"Nobody tosses a dwarf," Gimli stated to Aragorn. With a long swing of his arms, the dwarf jumped, his feet landing on the edge of the other side. Legolas caught him as he teetered on the edge by his thick beard, preventing him from falling. "Not the beard!"

The elf rolled his eyes as he pulled Gimli up to safety.

The gap was larger now, and as the deep rumbling of the demon shook the cavern, pieces of the ceiling fell behind them, breaking the stairway and preventing any hope of going back. The section of the staircase on which Aragorn stood began to tilt, the base of it cracking under all the shifting weight. He leaned forward with his body weight, causing it to tilt in that direction, slamming into the other side. As it connected, Aragorn jumped forward, landing in a crouch. Aragorn took the lead when we reached solid ground, ushering the rest of us forward and across the Bridge. I wiped the sweat from my brow as the heat continued to increase. As I glanced behind me before following the others across the Bridge, I saw a wall of flame. Through the fire stepped out a dark, horned shape with flaming eyes and a forked tongue. I quickly made my way across the Bridge with careful steps.

So that was a Balrog.

Svellevarina unfurled her wings, ready to attack the demon.

"No! Do not engage. We must leave the Mines," I said to her.

The group was huddled together on the other side of the bridge now as we waited for Gandalf to join us. The wizard made no inclination to cross the bridge, however, as he stood at the centre, facing the flaming demon. Each step shook the ground as it walked forward, planting a foot at the start of the bridge.

"You cannot pass!" Gandalf exclaimed.

The Balrog clenched its fists in defiance as it revealed a set of flaming bat-like wings. Somehow the wizard did not appear intimidated. I held on tightly to the shoulders of Merry and Pippin, keeping them close to me.

"I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor! The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Ûdun," Gandalf shouted as he held his staff out before him.

The demon snarled, bringing forward a sword of shadow and flame. It took a step forward, swinging the blade down upon Gandalf. The wizard blocked the attack, the light on his staff flashing brightly. The Balrog stepped back in shock. I could feel the magic energy being used, no doubt it was Gandalf making use of it.

"Go back to the shadow,"

The demon roared in anger, the rumble shaking the ground. With its free hand, it revealed a glowing whip to his other side. Yet Gandalf stood strong.

"You shall not pass!" Gandalf exclaimed as he lifted his staff above his head and slammed it onto the bridge in front of him with a resounding crack and flash of bright light.

The Balrog snorted as it charged forward. The Bridge before its feet crumbled falling underneath the demon, causing it to fall to the darkness below. Gandalf turned away, his shoulders dropping in exhaustion.

A loud snap echoed, and the orange glow of the Balrog's whip curled around the wizard's ankle, pulling him to the ledge. Gandalf desperately clung to the edge, his eyes wide.

"Fly, you fools," and with that, he let go.

Svellevarina snarled, diving down below the bridge to grab him. The Hobbits cried out, yelling the wizard's name in distress. I crouched, taking Merry and Pippin in my arms as Aragorn held his arm across Frodo's chest to keep him from running back out onto the bridge.

"Svellevarina!" I called out to her. "Is Gandalf all right? Do you have him?" She did not reply, causing me to call out her name again.

With a gust of hot wind, she returned, her gaze failing to meet any of ours. The wizard was not on her back, nor within the grasp of her claws.

"What happened?" Aragorn demanded.

"I, I could not find him," Svellevarina said to us all. "There was nothing but darkness that surrounded me despite my dragon sight. There was nothing, no sign of anything or anyone,"

"Aragorn, we must go!" Boromir shouted. I stood, urging Merry and Pippin ahead of me and up the steps with the rest of the company.

The ting of arrows hitting the stone around us filled the air once more as the orcs returned to attack us. Uttering a quick spell in the ancient language, I blocked the oncoming arrows from the group until we reached the top of the stairs. Sunlight spilled through, marking the end of the Mines.

The Hobbits collapsed on the rocks that made up our surroundings. I blinked in the sunlight. The sound of their crying was the only thing to reach my ears.

Never before had Svellevarina and I experienced a loss in such a way. The fall of Gandalf only solidified how dangerous this would be. I furrowed my brows. Was there any hope for success? Is this very attempt simply futile?

"Little one," Svellevarina said gently in response to my racing thoughts. She nudged my shoulder and I leaned against her. "No one said this would be easy,"

"We lost a member of the fellowship," I replied. "Just look at the Hobbits, Svellevarina. They are in so much pain,"

"They are not the only ones," she said. "But find peace within yourself, Vilansia, now is not the time to be afraid. We must be strong,"

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing deep. I opened them again, looking to my dragon. She blinked at me before lifting her head to take in the rest of our surroundings.

"Legolas!" Aragorn called, gesturing to the Hobbits. "Get them up,"

"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" Boromir protested, his own eyes glossy with tears.

"By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with orcs. We must reach Lothlorien," Aragorn said.

He led us onward once the Hobbits were gathered together, though our pace was considerably slower than he might've liked it to be. Svellevarina walked with the four Halflings, keeping them company. None of us spoke as we walked through the uneven grassland. The energy around us was heavy with sadness and fear. I strengthened my mind barriers to block out the emotion. As an Elf, I did not experience emotion so strongly, if at all, and as a dragon rider, I needed to remain level-headed. Yet, there was something that still gripped my heart and caused a tightness within my chest.

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Unexpected Fate

Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) & Lord of the Rings Crossover Summary: Vilansia and her dragon, Svellevarina, have spent many years training the young dragon riders alongside Eragon and Saphira. But their time of adventure has come. The people of Middle Earth have called for aid and Alagaesia will answer.

Chapter 5: The Pass of Caradhras.

To say that we were a complex group would be an understatement. During our travels thus far I had done my best to become more acquainted with everyone, though Svellevarina was content to let the others come to her. The exception to this was the four Hobbits, as she continued to grow a soft spot for them. I did not think we were the only ones to think so fondly of them, as their cheerful attitudes easily lifted everyone's spirits.

Gandalf was the most welcoming to Svell and me. He patiently answered my questions about Middle Earth and indulged Svell's inquiries as well. We had learned about the history of Smaug and the involvement that Frodo's uncle had in the matter. The tale explained the distance that Gimli kept between himself and Svellevarina and myself. I only hoped that he would come to learn that we were no threat to him or his people, let alone the rest of Middle Earth.

We decided to take up a spot on a rocky hillside for rest after Gandalf informed us that we would be traversing west of the Misty Mountains for forty days. It had only been a few weeks of travel at this point, though the Hobbit's bright attitudes never wavered.

"Tell me," Boromir said as he leaned forward on from his seat on a rock. He regarded me carefully. "where is it that you are from, Lady Elf?"

"We are from a country across the sea, Alagaesia, a week's worth of travel from Middle Earth," I replied. Svell paused in her cleaning of the scales on her shoulder.

"Are there more like you?"

I paused. "More dragon riders, you mean?"

"Aye,"

"There are many more, though most of them are still young yet, and have not completed their training,"

"My rider and I were chosen to act on behalf of the dragon riders to assist Middle Earth," Svellevarina added.

He ran a hand down his beard in thought. "I admit, I am curious to witness your power,"

"Let us hope it does not come to that for some time," I replied. He held my gaze for a moment before dropping his hand and standing. With a nod, he made his way over to the Hobbits. My eyes fell on the other elf in the company, who I had come to learn was named Legolas. He acknowledged me with his gaze before gracefully making his way from rock to rock and peering into the distance.

"I'd say we're taking the long way 'round," Gimli said then. "Gandalf, we could pass through the mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome,"

Gandalf furrowed his grey brows. "No, Gimli, I would not take the road to Moria unless I had no other choice,"

Sam took notice of Legolas peering into the distance. "What is that?"

I looked, as did the rest of the company. A dark cloud with flowing movement was drawing closer.

"Nothing, just a whisk of cloud," Gimli disregarded.

"I have never seen a cloud move so quickly," I commented.

Svell sniffed the air. "Something is wrong,"

"Crebain from Dunland!" Legolas exclaimed before turning and running back to the rest of us.

"Hide! Take cover!" Aragorn ordered, gathering the Hobbits together and ushering them under a bush. The rest of us were quick to move, crouching behind rocks and under bushes.

Svellevarina and I, however, did not have such options. She curled around me, and I rested my palms on the side of her neck. With a deep breath, I focused in on myself, drawing up energy for a spell.

"What are you doing? You must hide!" Boromir shouted.

As I uttered my spell, I felt my energy drain, but I remained as still as possible. As long as my dragon and I did not move, we would remain invisible to the eye.

The shrill croaks of crows surrounded us as their wingbeats filled the air. They invaded the area for a moment before receding into the distance. I released the magic that held Svell and I before she shifted to stand on all fours.

"Spies of Sauroman. Our path at South is being watched," Gandalf said gravely, watching the dark mass of crows in the distance. "We must take the Pass of Caradhras,"

While Svellevarina and I had no knowledge of who this Sauroman was, I understood from Gandalf's tone and energy that his watching of us was no light matter.

As the company gathered their belongings and followed Gandalf as he led us across the rocky terrain, I approached Legolas. "What can we expect from this Sauroman in the future?"

He watched me for a moment as I walked beside him, glancing back at Svell as she glided in the air above us all. "It is too early to tell just yet, Lady Vilansia. Though I am certain that his role will be a major one,"

I pursed my lips in thought. Legolas' answer was not a reassuring one in the least. How did he know to send spies to this location? Was that demonstrative of his range in power?

As if sensing my thoughts, he continued. "We will be ready for him when he strikes, do not fill your head with worry now,"

"Elrun ono, thank you," I replied as I glanced at him. "There is a considerable amount of uncertainty, I only wish to be prepared,"

He fell behind me as we followed the group ahead of us up a steep incline in the path.

"We shall be ready for anything, shur'tugal," Svellevarina said to me. Then to both Legolas and I, she added: "If we hold together the fellowship will see success,"

"Your dragon is quite wise," Legolas said to me.

I glanced back at him with a small smile. "Don't let her hear you, the compliment will only add to her ego,"

I caught him smiling at the jest before I returned my gaze ahead of me.

"Very funny, Vi," Svellevarina said to me, her tone light. I looked up to her as her wings pushed a gust of air my way, ruffling my hair. I knew she would be sure to tease me in return at some point in the near future.

The snowy mountain side allowed a new form of enjoyment for Svell, as she dove into the snow until she blended in with the sparkling substance. The snow would explode around her as she jumped out again, spreading her wings with a playful growl. Her playing in the snow allowed entertainment for the rest of us, as well, despite the biting chill of the wind.

I heard someone stumble behind me, and turned to see Frodo roll back in the snow. Aragorn helped the Halfling up when he slid to a stop. Frodo clutched at his chest desperately, his eyes wide as the settled on a golden object resting in the snow. Boromir picked up the Ring by the chain, letting it dangle in front of him.

"It is a strange thing," he said. "which suffers so much fear and doubt, and so small a thing. Such a little thing,"

Before he was able to grasp the Ring in his hands, Aragorn called his name, his voice a warning. "Give the ring to Frodo," Boromir glanced between the two of them and the ring before walking towards them. Aragorn let his hand fall to the hilt of his weapon.

"As you wish," the man said. Frodo snatched the Ring out of Boromir's hand, quickly placing it around his neck. "I care not," he added as he ruffled the Hobbit's hair. Boromir stalked forward and the rest of us continued on our way.

"The hearts of men are easily swayed," Legolas said quietly to me. The snow swirled around us as Svellevarina flew above us. There was no doubt that the Ring had a hold on those that were near it, and Boromir's actions reflected that.

"How is someone so small able to stand against the dark magic of this ring?" Svellevarina commented.

"There is often much more to someone than meets the eye," I replied.

The snow grew increasingly deeper, and as we reached a pathway along the side of the steep mountain, Svell ceased her dives into the snow for fear of starting an avalanche. At this height, the wind blew snow against us at great speeds, slowing us down considerably. Not to mention the deep snow that the company was forced to wade through, reaching well past the height of the Hobbits. My light-footed nature allowed me to walk atop the snowbank, Legolas beside me. I held my arm in front of my face to better shield me from the sting of the oncoming snow.

I felt a shift, foreign energy surrounding us as if someone were observing us through magic. As I channeled my own energy I focused in on it until I heard a voice chanting. Whoever this individual was, they were most certainly casting a spell.

"There is a fell voice on the air," Legolas commented.

Gandalf, who was leading the company through the snow, stopped, looking up to the sky. "It's Sauroman!"

The cracking of rocks echoed above us, pieces of the mountain tumbling down. Our pathway shook as the rocks fell.

"Svell, stay away!" I yelled with both my voice and my mind. I heard her snarl over the sound of the sharp wind and tumbling rocks.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Aragorn shouted. "Gandalf, we must turn back!"

I shut my eyes tight as I tried to force challenge this Sauroman with my own magic and protect the rest of us.

"No!" I heard Gandalf exclaim before he began to cast his own spell.

I drew further within myself to obtain better focus. My mind made contact with an unpleasant force that sent a shock through me. It was something more powerful than I thought. Determined, I pushed against it, attempting to cut off the energy that this individual was using to work its evil magic. There was a surge of anger before a loud crack resounded above us.

My eyes shot open as I felt someone grab hold of my arm, pulling me into them. Heavy snow was falling from above, smothering us completely.

"Vilansia!" my dragon exclaimed in my mind. "Vilansia, are you all right?"

I held on tightly to whoever it was that had grabbed me and felt them moving, attempting to dig upwards and out of the snow. I gulped in air as we breached the surface, blinking the snow out of my eyes.

Legolas' blue eyes met my gaze. "Are you all right?"

I tried to slow my breathing, without success, my heart racing from the fear of suffocation. "Yes...yes, I am all right," I shifted in the snow. "Thank you, Legolas, I am not sure I would be if you hadn't grabbed me in time,"

I heard the others pushing their way through the top of the snow.

"I am all right, Svell," I responded to my dragon. "Tell me, can you see the others?"

Her relief washed through me. "Yes, everyone is accounted for,"

Legolas stood atop the snow and offered his hand, lifting me out of the snowbank. I kept close to the stone wall of the mountain for fear that the snow might shift once more and send me tumbling over the edge.

"We must get off the mountain!" Boromir shouted. "Make for the Gap of Rohan, or take the West Road to my city!"

"We can't, the Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!" Aragorn responded.

"If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it," Gimli offered. "Let us go through the Mines of Moria,"

After a moment, Gandalf answered. "Let the Ring Bearer decide,"

Everyone looked to Frodo, who certainly appeared just as uncertain as the rest of us.

"We cannot stay here, this will be the death of the Hobbits!" Boromir urged.

"Frodo," Gandalf encouraged.

The Hobbit shivered, looking to his friends before making eye contact with Gandalf. "We will go through the Mines,"

"So be it,"

Svellevarina hovered beside the edge of the mountain. "Let the Hobbits take place upon my back. They will be safe with me in the air until we reach solid ground,"

Before Gandalf could speak, Pippin shuffled through the snow towards her. She flew as close as possible to the edge, the wind from her wings blowing the snow even stronger around us. Pippin clambered on, using the pointed scales on her shoulders as grips to get to the saddle. Merry followed him, and Sam urged Frodo forward as well. Svell did not hesitate to fly back down the mountain once they were secured, leaving the rest of us to climb down the mountainside. I let out a sigh of relief in knowing that the Hobbits would be safe with my dragon.

The day had well passed once we reached the foot of the mountain, the moon illuminating our way. A dark and withered tree grew next to the rocky path, no leaves or vines grew on its branches. Svellevarina had laid around the four Hobbits, watching them intently as they conversed amongst themselves. As we approached, she lifted her head, causing the Hobbits to look our way. They were sitting next to a lake, the dark waters eerily still.

Across from the lake was a flat stone wall. There was no sign of a doorway or any form of an entrance that we might have access to.

"Dwarf doors are invisible to guard what lays behind them," Gimli informed us as we peered at the blank wall curiously.

"Rightly, even masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten," Gandalf remarked.

Legolas stepped past the dwarf. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

This led Gimli to grumble to himself under his breath as he turned to watch Gandalf approach the wall. The clouds that had covered the moon shifted, allowing the moonlight to reach us. A blue glow came from the wall now, revealing the form of a doorway. Blue trees made up the edges with glowing stars in between them. Words were etched at the top of it, the writing curved to follow the rounded top of the door. It was as if the very entrance itself was made of light.

"It reads," Gandalf began, pointing his staff to the letters. "the Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter,"

"What do you s'pose that means?" Merry asked.

"Oh, it's quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password and the doors will open," He lowered his staff so that the point of it rested on the most centre star. In a strong voice, he spoke in a foreign language, the sound of which felt ancient to my ears.

When nothing happened, Svellevarina snorted. "Surely, I could knock this door down,"

Gandalf huffed, seeming to ignore her comment. He tried again, stringing together a different series of words in the same language, though less determined this time. When the doors remained closed he grumbled to himself, then pressed his body weight against the blue doorway as if he could pry them open.

"What are you going to do, then?" Pippin asked.

"Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took, and if that does not work then I am allowed peace from foolish questions!" He sighed heavily. "I'm trying to find the correct words,"

Svell curled her tail around the Hobbit in a protective manner as his shoulders fell. Gandalf's frustration was understandable, though Svell disagreed with the manner in which he spoke to the Hobbit. Gandalf sat on a large boulder, muttering to himself as he stared at the glowing doorway. The rest of us began to take this opportunity to sit and rest as well under the assumption that we would be here for some time.

Smoke billowed from Svellevarina's nostrils as she rested, her closed eyes giving the appearance that she was asleep, though her active mind told me otherwise.

I sat on the ground beside her, my knees tucked up to my chest. The lake water gave me an uncertain feeling, and my intuition told me that there was likely something lurking within. I did not attempt to explore it, however, as the last thing I wanted was to disturb whatever it was further and draw it out to the rest of us.

Merry and Pippen stood from their place against Svell's tail, walking to the edge of the water. Merry scooped up a handful of rocks and began throwing them into the water, trying to throw each one farther than the last.

Aragorn grabbed hold of Merry's arm as he started to throw another. "Do not disturb the water,"

Merry stepped back, dropping the rest of the rocks back onto the ground. Pippin peered curiously at the water before shrugging and following his fellow Hobbit back to where they sat. The lake rippled, the largest ring fading into the smoothness of the water. While all seemed calm on the surface now that rocks were not splashing into it, I could feel something stirring within its depths. Whatever it was grew increasingly agitated, a strong emotion, as I did not even need to extend my mind to feel it. Our surroundings, however, were deceptively quite.

"It's a riddle," Frodo said, causing everyone to turn to him. "Speak friend and enter...what's the elvish word for friend?"

Gandalf answered curiously. A loud crack filled the air, bringing me to my feet. The doorway opened in half, the crack breaking it open down the centre. Gimli was the first to enter the Mines as he bore a wide smile. The rest of the Fellowship followed him in.

"Soon, Master and Lady Elf you will enjoy the hospitality of the dwarves," Gimli said excitedly. "Roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone! For this is the home of my cousin Balin. And they call it a mine. A mine!"

Gandalf lit his staff, providing light, as the moonbeams could not reach us here.

"This is no mine," said Boromir gravely, "it's a tomb,"

I gasped at the sight before me. Decaying corpses littered the ground, arrows protruding from many of them. Weapons and armour were scattered, the metal now frail from the passage of time. Svellevarina snorted in distaste. Gimli cried out, falling to his knees at the sight of his deceased kin.

Legolas plucked an arrow from one of the bodies, examining the make of it. "Goblins!" he spat, tossing it to the ground.

"We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here," Boromir said as he frantically glanced around himself. "Now get out of here, get out!"

I spun around as I heard the Hobbits crying out and saw Frodo being dragged out of the Mine, a slithering appendage holding on tight to his ankle. Sam was the first to act, using his blade to hack at it until it released Frodo. Svellevarina crawled towards the Hobbits, the ceiling of the Mine inhibiting her from moving freely. The creature withdrew back into the water for a split second before it jumped out, extending it's slithering tentacles towards us. I withdrew my sword as I stood beside Aragorn, slicing at the beast as it reached towards me. Svellevarina snarled and snapped her jaws, biting off the arms that dared go near her. Frodo's screams filled the entrance of the Mine as the beast grabbed hold of the Hobbit, lifting him in the air above its spiked head. I followed the two men out of the Mine into the water in an attempt to reach Frodo. With a roar, Svellevarina burst out of the Mine, unfurling her wings as she jumped in the air. She dove at the tentacles that were wrapped around Frodo's leg, biting down hard. The creature screeched in anguish and dropped the Hobbit.

I shot out my hand, prepared to use my magic to stop him from falling into the mouth of the creature. But Svellevarina was there, catching the hobbit on her back. Frodo clutched at the spike closest to him as she turned in the air, bringing him back to shore. Frodo slid off her back when she landed, running towards the rest of the Hobbits inside the Mine. Arrows whizzed past me as Legolas did his part to keep the beast in the water. But it's anger was stronger. It used it's unharmed appendages to crawl out of the water, rapidly making its way towards us. We rushed back into the Mine, Svellevarina the last to enter. She slammed her body weight against the entrance, cracking the rocks. She threw herself against the stone once more, bringing the pieces down upon the water beast and sealing us inside.

We were thrown into darkness, the moonlight unable to reach us through the wall of fallen stone.

A soft light grew from Gandalf's staff. "We have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria," he led us forward, the Fellowship doing their best to pick their way around the fallen dwarves.

"Are you all right?" I asked my dragon.

Her talons clicked on the stone floor. "I am fine. How is the Hobbit?"

I looked ahead of me to the four of them. They were huddled close together. "Shaken up, no doubt, but it appears that he is all right,"

"Good,"

"Be on your guard," Gandalf warned. "There are darker and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of the Mines. Quietly now. It is a four-day journey to the other side of the mountain. Let us hope that our presence go unnoticed,"

"Hm. There's certainly nothing unusual with a dragon stalking through the halls," Svell said to me. I glanced back at her with a grin. Only she would find humor in a situation such as this.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

Elrun ono - Thank you

Shur'tugal - Dragon rider

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