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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 1: Distant Lands

I let out a cry of laughter as our blades slammed together. "Well done, Adelina!" The young girl furrowed her pale brows and charged forward while I disengaged and stepped away. "But you need to focus."

I am trying, Master." She turned to face me as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "It's just-"

I held up my hand, silencing her. "Ne. I don't want to hear it. There are no excuses in the midst of battle." I stepped closer to her. "Focus, Adelina, and be careful not to let your emotions get the better of you."

She dug the tip of her blade into the ground, uprooting the grass. "I am only human, you know,"

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Eka kenna, I know. But you will learn to find balance, shur'tugal." I rested my hand on her shoulder. "Now go, return to your studies. We are done for today."

Her head snapped up. "My apologies, Master, I'll do better...please, can we try again?"

I searched her wide eyes for a moment before shaking my head. "You needn't apologize. I believe that perhaps you should reflect on our lesson in preparation for tomorrow." I let my hand fall from her shoulder as I reached for her practice blade. "Ganga. Go,"

She offered the blade with a sigh and bowed. "Eka elrun ono, Master. I will do better."

I nodded in reply before she turned from me. I watched her go as I reflected on the lesson of the day. As a human rider she had much to learn about the balance of emotion and logic, and being young didn't help the matter. Yet, I had faith. Her passion would carry her far.

A slight breeze shifted my dark hair as I placed the blades into the weapons rack. The training island was unusually quiet today, as most of the riders were in the Hall attending to their studies as their respective dragons were training with Saphira. My own dragon, Svellevarina, was among them, helping Saphira-elda with the younglings.

I entered the Hall, the creaking of the large wooden door causing a series of faces to look my way before returning to the books and pages on the table. I came to stand beside Eragon, who was overseeing the young riders as they studied. He raised an eyebrow as I met his gaze, clearly expecting an explanation on Adelina's early return.

I spoke in the Ancient Language in a hushed tone as I explained: "I have asked that she take time to reflect on balancing her emotions while in combat. It does no good to allow them to get the better of you."

"Emotions can be used as a tool," he replied.

I shook my head slightly. "Not when you allow them to overpower you, Eragon-vodhr."

"Hm. Balance is needed, I do agree," he glanced in her direction. "Alas, she is young. And human. There is much for her to learn."

"Indeed."

The young riders concluded their evening of studying when their dragons returned to the island with Saphira-elda and Svellevarina, allowing them to eat, rest, and spend much needed time with their dragons. The sun was just peeking over the tops of the trees now, giving the clouds in the sky a navy shadow.

"You and Svellevarina may be dismissed for the evening. No further training is needed tonight." Eragon told me.

I bowed my head. "Eka elrun ono, Eragon-vodhr. Svellevarina and I shall return tomorrow morning."

Eragon nodded with a small smile as I turned from him and made my way to Svellevarina, who was laying next to Saphira in the training field behind the Hall. In comparison, Svellevarina was much smaller than Saphira due to their drastic age difference but she was just as beautiful. Her white scales managed to catch every ounce of light and reflect them into rainbows on nearby surfaces. It was if she was made of diamonds.

Svellevarina hummed as I approached.

I bowed to Saphira, twisting my hand over my heart before I addressed my dragon. "Eragon-vodhr has dismissed us for the evening."

Svellevarina shifted, allowing me access to climb up onto her back and into my place in the saddle. She nudged Saphira gently before coming to stand on all fours. She took a few steps forward and unfurled her velvet wings, making sure not to hit the elder dragon in the process. She pushed off the ground with her powerful legs, her talons taking up the earth with her as she pumped her wings and rose into the air. I held on tightly to the neck spike in front of me as she gained altitude, my brown hair whipped back behind me. It was only when Svellevarina angled herself and was level with the horizon that I relaxed in the saddle.

"Adelina has come a long way," Svellevarina remarked.

"Indeed, she has. But as Eragon-vodhr said, there is much for her to learn,"

"They all do, Vilensia. That is not unique,"

I chuckled, looking over Svellevarina's side and into the ocean waters below us. "Her dragon, Kydus, he is quite like her,"

"He has spirit. As every dragon should,"

The edge of Ellesmera, the Elvish capital city, was now in view. The light blue glow of the night lights lined in the treetops could be seen even from this distance. It was old magic that kept these lights aglow every night and dimmed during the day, allowing for those awake in the night hours to see their way through the city. They were especially useful in places where the rays of the sun could not pierce through the thick canopy of the trees. Behind us, the sky was painted with purples and oranges as the sun-kissed the horizon. There was a patch of vibrant red ahead of us, however, that stood out from the colours of the sunset. The colour sparkled in the dimming sunlight and a playful roar echoed across the water. Svellevarina responded in kind as we intercepted the dragon and rider.

"Kvetha, Murtagh!" I called as the dragons flew circles around one another. "Kvetha, Thorn,"

"How goes the rider training?" Murtagh asked.

"Slowly," Svellevarina replied. "Even the oldest of them have a long ways to go yet,"

"It is best that their training is handled with patience. Time is not against them," Thorn replied.

Murtagh grinned. "Not everyone can excel at their training as the two of you, after all."

Svellevarina bobbed her head and drew her lips back in her form of a grin, exposing her teeth and gums. "Now this is true. We were, nay, are an exception."

I patted the side of her neck. "Come Svell, we best be off. Another day of training awaits us tomorrow and the sun is always early to rise."

She snorted in response.

"Well, I am glad we were able to catch you on your way home," Murtagh said. "Thorn and I were on our way to see Queen Nasuada,"

I sent him a knowing smile. For as long as I could remember the Queen of Men was rather close to Murtagh and Thorn, though I was never aware if anything was official between the two of them. I had met Queen Nasuada only a handful of occasions to deal with formal matters on behalf of Eragon if he was not able to leave the island. She was sharp-witted and strong, with the courage to challenge a dragon. The two of them were fitting companions.

Svellevarina stretched out her talons and flared her wings back as she entered the opening of my home tree. She perched on the ledge as I unseated myself from the saddle and climbed down into the room. Papers had scattered off the table and onto the floor from the wind created by Svellevarina's landing. I began my nightly routine as Svellevarina crawled inside and settled down in the open space on the floor next to the window.

"Do you think we shall get the chance to travel one day, Vilansia?" My dragon asked.

I paused in unbraiding my hair, my ends flowing loose. "Maybe one day, bjartskular," I continued letting down my hair. "Why do you ask?"

She sighed, a small cloud of smoke escaping her white nostrils. "My wings ache to soar on different currents. It would be good for us, don't you think?"

I offered her a small smile as I sat down beside her head and looked out the window with her. I rested my left hand on the top of her snout and scratched her scales. Svellevarina hummed in pleasure. "Yes. It would be good. My heart tells me that there is still so much more to see. Maybe one day,"

Svellevarina said nothing in response as she closed her scaly eyelids and slipped away into her dreams. I closed my mind slightly to her to prevent my thoughts from disturbing her rest.

I sighed as I settled in the chair in front of my desk, gathering my papers together. I reviewed my notes on the young riders in training, rubbing my temple. There was not much else that Svellevarina and I were kept busy with. Not to say that this was entirely bad, Alagaesia was experiencing a glorious time of peace and tranquility with the new dragon riders stationed across the country. New treaties had been made with different cities and it was our duty to ensure that the rules of the treaties were followed. Svellevarina and I, however, were asked to stay with Eragon and Saphira to assist with the training of the next generations of riders. We were honored by the request. Other riders and their dragons left Alagaesia, for once they finished their training they were given the freedom to do so. Few rarely came back, not because they had perished, but because they made the choice to stay wherever it was that they had settled down.

I began to write today's notes on Adelina's training, making sure to state that it had ended earlier than usual. Tomorrow I would be training with another of the older students, a male elf named Ivsaar, who was still but a child by Elvish standards. His training was coming along quite well, but where Adelina was emotional, Ivsaar was proud. Proud to the point of arrogance. I pushed my dark hair away from my face as I leaned against the back of the chair. There was never a moment of boredom for Svellevarina and I, our duties always kept us busy. I often wondered how Eragon and Saphira had done this for so many years on their own. Svell's tail twitched in her sleep, the sliding of her scales on the wooden floor making a slithering noise. Through our bond, I could interpret the theme of her dreams. Tonight her mind led her to a world of winged battle, fighting enemies from the skies. I smiled in her direction before turning my attention to my notes. As an Elf, I had no need for rest, though in some time I would need to recover. I could go many nights without sleep. Rather, our minds and bodies slip into a deep meditative state, where our subconscious remains alert and awake to the outside world, allowing us to rise at a moment's notice. Tonight would be one without rest for me, as there was still more paperwork to be done.

Pinks and oranges coloured my room as the sun peaked over the horizon, marking the start of a new day. I pressed my mind against Svellevarinas to wake her gently. She snorted, small sparks shooting from her nostrils. Her scaly eyelids opened to reveal her apatite coloured eyes as they focused on me.

"It's morning already?" She asked.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "So it is, Svell. Kvetha,"

She hummed in response, the vibrations created in her chest echoing throughout me and the room.

I gathered my notes together and placed them in my pack so that I would be able to go over them with Eragon when we arrived at the rider's training island. I quickly braided my hair back before throwing my pack over my shoulders and hauling Svellevarina's saddle over to her. She shifted so that she was no longer on her side and tucked her wings against her. I placed the saddle in the space on her back just before the start of her neck where there was a large space between the row of spikes that grew from the base of her head to the tip of her tail, where the largest and sharpest spike created the point of her tail. She stood slightly as I looped the straps around her midsection and tightened the buckles. Once everything was in place I climbed up her foreleg and sat in the saddle, shifting until I was comfortable. Svellevarina informed Saphira-elda of our departure from home as she climbed on to the ledge of the window, spreading her translucent white wings. She jumped, allowing the wind to catch under her and soared over the treetops of other Elvish homes.

Eragon greeted us at the front of the main hall when we arrived, his right hand held up in the form of a wave.

I jumped down from the saddle once Svell landed and bowed to Eragon, my hand over my heart. "Kvetha, Eragon-vodhr,"

"Kvetha, Vilansia, Svellevarina," He replied, nodding to each of us. "I take it you wish to review your notes on some of the young riders?"

"If you have a moment, yes. I only wish to ensure that we are on the right path for Adelina and Ivsaar," I replied.

"Very well. I will meet you in the Hall." He faced my dragon. "Saphira is waiting for you in the training field,"

She did not waste a moment to take off into the air once again to meet with the elder dragon.

I followed Eragon into the Hall, sitting in one of the many oak chairs that lined the long table. Eragon sat beside me and waited patiently for me to gather my notes out of my pack and arrange them accordingly.

I rested my palm on one of the two piles. "Here I have recorded the progress made with Adelina's training. I made sure to update it appropriately last night,"

He pushed the stack of papers toward him before picking through them, scanning the contents of a few of the pages. "I would not change what is written here, I believe you have done well. Perhaps we should discuss the direction of her training,"

"I had hoped you would be willing, Eragon-vodhr. I believe there is much to discuss,"

He leaned back in the chair, his elbow propped on the armrest with his fist supporting the weight of his head. "It does not do well to force the process. Adelina will come to in her own time. If I have learned anything in my many years on this island it is that each dragon and rider requires a different length of time to complete their journey here. While it is our duty to ensure the quality of their training, it is also our duty to respect their individuality and the needs that come with that," He let his hand fall to his lap. "You are not wrong to worry, Vilansia. Your concern demonstrates your care. But do not forget your own duties,"

I bowed my head respectively. "I admire your wisdom, as always. Elrun ono,"

He offered a small smile. "You are doing well, you needn't stress yourself so. Saphira and I both appreciate the dedication that you and Svellevarina have to train those that come here,"

"Why, of course!" I replied quickly, my brows raised. "We are honored to assist yourself and Saphira-elda with the rider training,"

Before Eragon could reply, the Hall doors swung open, the wood creaking from the sudden movement. "Apologies, Master Eragon, Master Vilansia," a male dwarf rider spoke. "Arya Dröttning and Firnen-elda have arrived on the island!"

Adelina burst in behind the young dwarf. "I have called on both Saphira-elda and Svellevarina-elda to return,"

"Very well. Elrun ono. When the dragons all return, gather the youngest riders and their dragons together. You are all dismissed from training for the remainder of the day." Eragon ordered as he stood.

I followed suit, the two of us making our way to the front entrance of the Hall where the Elf queen and her dragon would be waiting. The emerald green of Firnen-elda was the first thing my eyes were drawn to before my gaze rested on the elegance of Arya Dröttning beside him. Eragon and I both bowed to her, our hands twisted over our hearts.

"We are graced by your visit, Arya Dröttning. And you as well, Firnen." Eragon said once he stood to his full height. "Though I must inquire about the reason behind your visit. It is not often the queen of Ellesmera and her dragon find themselves on the training island."

"Indeed, it is not," Arya replied. "We bring urgent news from a distant land that must be discussed immediately,"

Eragon gestured to the Hall, allowing Arya to walk in front of him as he rested his hand on the small of her back, guiding her the rest of the way. I followed the two of them, walking a few paces in front of Firnen. The Hall doors were large enough to accommodate the largest of dragons easily so that they may be present for any and all meetings within the Hall. Arya sat at the head of the table and Eragon placed himself on her right side. I sat next to Arya on her left as Firnen curled himself behind Arya Dröttning.

I wanted nothing more than to barrage the queen with questions about this pressing news, but I knew better to wait for the arrival of Svellevarina and Saphira-elda. It was not often at all that the queen made an appearance. In fact, it was rare for either her or Firnen to leave the borders of Ellesmera, as their duties required them to stay close to home. I couldn't help but notice the small glances that Eragon cast her way. There was no denying the care that he held in his brown eyes towards her, as he made no attempt to hide it. The two of them were an unlikely pairing. Saphira had shared the story of their meeting to me when I was considerably younger after I had pleaded for some time that someone tell it to me. She seemed happy to indulge my curious mind. Their fondness for one another was something I had grown up with, just as Svellevarina had with Saphira and Firnen. While the two never showed it, I was certain that the time and distance a part from one another certainly had it's toll.

Saphira was the first to enter the Hall, causing Firnen to stand and greet her as she settled in behind Eragon. He rubbed the top of his snout against her neck, humming until Saphira returned the gesture.

Arya cleared her throat, her green eyes sharp and focused. "I received word from outsiders of Alagaesia," she folded her hands together on the table in front of her. "Our people have known of distant lands for some time. As you all know, we have not always resided in Du Weldenvarden. Since that time, however, we had not heard from those living outside Alagaesia. That is, until now. I was contacted by an individual who claimed to be from a country called Middle Earth. He introduced himself as Gandalf Mithrandir but would not share much more about himself,"

"How was he able to contact you?" I interrupted.

The queen shook her head. "I do not know exactly how, I had believed our blockades around Du Weldenvarden to be stronger. In any case, he was able to scry me and he told me that his country is in a state of crisis, a war for them is inevitable. His purpose in contacting me was to seek out help so that they may have a better chance of defeating the evil forces threatening to take over. Apparently there were ancient texts describing our lands that he came across, thus leading him to seek someone out,"

Saphira lifted her head above Eragon's chair, leaning over her rider. "If he is asking for help, what exactly does he expect from us?"

"That is for us to decide. I believe that something must be done, though it is not up to me alone. Hence this meeting," Arya Dröttning replied.

Eragon shook his head. "Our graduated riders are scattered across Alagaesia. Even attempting to contact them would take some time,"

"Time is something those of Middle Earth do not have," Firnen stated.

"What is the threat, exactly?" I asked.

The queen's gaze fell on me, her mouth was pulled tight. "Gandalf Mithrandir described a sleeping darkness that is finally beginning to wake. A being capable of complete devastation on the free people of Middle Earth and has been slowly growing in power,"

"It must be stopped," Svellevarina said.

"I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that I agree," Arya replied, her green eyes focused on her hands in front of her. "The question remains. How are we to send aid? Firnen and I cannot leave, our duties require us to remain,"

Svellevarina shifted. "What about Vilansia and I? We are not so needed here as you all are,"

I couldn't help but turn to look at her. She glanced at me briefly before focusing on the others. There was no hesitation in her, she was completely set on this decision. After a moment I turned back around, my back straight. It was true. While Svell and I did much of the rider training on the island, our presence was not needed in the way that Eragon and Saphira were. There was no question that Arya and Firnen would not be able to leave the country, and with the other graduated rider's whereabouts unknown, it only made sense for Svellevarina and me to be the ones to go. All eyes were on my dragon and I.

"We are certainly capable,"

"There is no question about your capability," Eragon said. "The question is if you are willing,"

"I was not given much more information besides what I have already shared. Gandalf gave me coordinates to a meeting place in Middle Earth, but aside from that I know nothing else," Arya Dröttning added. "There is no question that this will be dangerous. It is only a matter of time before battle ensues,"

A small smirk played on my lips. "Eragon-vodhr, did Svellevarina and I not excel in our training?"

"You both did, yes,"

"There is no doubt, then, that we are a fitting choice," Svellevarina said.

Firnen growled low in his throat. "Do not take this matter lightly. You would be entering a time of great peril,"

"They need help, Firnen-elda," I replied. "We cannot deny them that. Svellevarina and I should be the ones to go,"

There was a moment of silence while everyone remained deep in thought.

"Very well," Arya Dröttning said, breaking the quiet. "The two of you shall leave tomorrow morning. There will be preparations made for your departure," She stood from the table. "I shall meet you all at the main hall of Ellesmera at sunrise," She faced me. "Gather what you are able. Whatever provisions you are lacking I can provide," With a twirl of her dress skirts, she took her leave of the Hall, Eragon being quick to follow her.

Saphira nudged Firnen along as they made their way after their riders.

I stood from the table as well to face my dragon. "You truly wish to take on this mission?"

"It will be a worthy adventure, Vi,"

I tilted my head. There was a small part of her that was slightly intimidated. The stress in Arya's voice was indeed sincere and we knew better than to take that lightly. I too was apprehensive, but the confidence I had in our abilities overshadowed my doubt.

"And we are a worthy team,"

Svellevarina's tail twitched in approval as she swung her head to nudge me gently. I rested my head on the top of her snout where her scales were the softest and held on to her bottom jaw. I closed my eyes, Svellevarina's hot breath shifting my hair with each exhale.

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Translations from the Ancient Language: Né - No Eka kenna - I know Shur'tugal - Dragon rider Gánga - Go Eka elrun ono - I thank you -vodhr - honorific praise for a man -elda - honorific praise, gender-neutral Kvetha - Greetings Bjartskular - Brightscales Elrun ono - Thank you Dröttning - Queen

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-next chapter-

[inheritance-imagines]

[shewhobreathesfire]

Arya Is Not Impressed

Redraw!  I was a bit too lazy to color her entirely, but I will, someday...

[i-wanna-be-eragons-gf]

Arya but make her a Disney character

[i-wanna-be-eragons-gf]

hey! love your blog so i had a few annoying hc questions:

-what do you think of nasuada x orrin?

-sexuality hcs for the elves of the story?

-where do you want to see murtagh and thorn go from where we last saw them in the fork the witch and the worm?

thanks!!

Hello! I love annoying questions, they make my day!

What do you think or Nasuada x Orrin?

Before Orrin became this unlikable person I kind of shipped them together, especially since Nasuada seemed kind of interested in him.

Sexuality hcs for the elves of the story?

Arya is an ace lesbian, Vanir is still in the closet, Oromis is the boring straight one, Islanzadi is Bisexual along with Blödhgarm and Rhunön is Aro/Ace.

where do you want to see Murtagh and thorn go from where we last saw them in the fork the witch and the worm?

I would like to see them sniff out this witch first, before going to where that bloke found the stone. In my head that has been an active volcano (probably manipulated by some kind of magic) since day one.

[i-wanna-be-eragons-gf]

Hey! Your post about Arya made me think abt when I read the series. Now I dont know if it was because I was on the younger side, but I seriously didnt pick up on any romance at all. Idk. Maybe bc she was kinda flat as a character.

I’m really happy drunk me managed to spark conversation! lolol

(No I’m really happy people like and think about my post, thank you so much!)

This is a very fair statement! I could not pick up on it either, but I am a hopeless romantic and when I first read the last book I was really rooting for Eragon and Arya to get together, because of the true name spiel etc.

That perspective changed as I got older. I started feeling creeped out by Eragon’s actions when I re-read them at 17, and I did not see them as a romantic couple anymore. I know a lot of people say that she changed her mind in Brisingr and she saw him in a romantic light, I didn’t. (Well not anymore but 12 year old me also thought Twilight was a good romance so her opinion does not count in this matter. lol)

She does open up to him a little bit, but not romantically. In my mind she saw him as a friend she could trust, and they became really close, but not romantically.

I do agree with her being flat, but more because of the writing imo. Arya is not set up as this perfect being. (in the beginning, she kinda is but shhhh) Sure she looks perfect, especially because we see her through Eragon, but she does have flaws, and I think she has a lot of potential to be an awesome character. There’s a reason so many people say she’s their favorite character! But because she is written somewhat poorly (thanks to Christopher's youth and overall inexperience at that time) Her flaws are never addressed, and we never really get to know what she wants or feels. We don’t even really know what she likes to do in her free time, and when I asked Christopher, he didn’t really give me a satisfying answer if I’m honest.

In short, I agree with you, lol.

[i-wanna-be-eragons-gf]

Dumbass!modern!Eragon hc? Like you KNOW he's the type to like.... put whiteout on a computer screen or smth

I’m so sorry for not replying for so long, Tumblr kept deleting everything I wrote and I was too angry to start typing again. 

Since Eragon is about 16 - 19 through the series, I would like to imagine he is still in high school, if he was American. However, I am not American and I have no idea how high school works besides what they show in mean girls, so well put him in the dutch education system instead :). This basically means he’s in the dutch equivalent of community college, studying a trade. 

I’m sorry anon, this basically turned into himbo Eragon: Gym instructor AU

He’s studying to become a gym teacher. 

The only reason he got in is his high charisma and skill in sports.

He loves helping kids but is often called the Himbo Teacher at his internship

Garrow was too poor to provide him with a laptop, so he doesn’t actually know how to use one. When he got one from the school to help with his studies, he was very overwhelmed. 

He had been behind a computer before (A very old one) but this one had a touchscreen! 

He attempted to write his notes on the screen with a pencil.

Saphira -After laughing her ass off- Explained to him you can only do that with a “Special pen.”

He doesn’t get it.

To everyone’s surprise, he’s great at first aid (one of the subjects they teach, I looked it up lol.)

He’s a very sympathetic person, so he’s eager to help them out when they’re in pain. 

But, it didn’t come easy to him. He had to pull all-nighters studying basic things. Saphira helps him out, though. 

Arya ends up being their teacher, she teaches rescue swimming. 

Let’s just say, he’s not paying much attention to what she says. 

He’s constantly being jabbed by Saphira, who has to re-explain everything. 

During one lesson, Arya needed a volunteer, to help demonstrate what to do when the person you’re trying to rescue grabs you in a panic. 

Poor Eragon gets to be the volunteer and basically hugs Arya really tight. 

Best day ever, until she puts her hand over his mouth, jams it up against his nose, and ducks while turning him around. She grabs him by the armpits.“And you can now safely swim with him to the side.” she says, seemingly not aware of the impact she had on Eragon. 

He’s shaking, his knees are weak and his nose hurts.