#eragon crossover

[solacryptid]

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 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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[percabeth4life]

What are your favorite crossovers with Percy Jackson outside of the riordanverse ? (And your favorite tropes in those crossovers ?)

Hmm, I don't read a huge number of crossovers outside of the Riordan verse, but I have read a few.

I like the idea of the Avengers crossovers, those are fun. Most are super angsty though and I wouldn't mind some more lighthearted ones.

I like where Percy is just thought to be a meta, or when Loki and Thor just hugely respect him, or Loki and him just getting along great. I like the ones where they have to chase Percy around cause he's just that skilled too.

I've read some Harry Potter crossovers, those can be fun but most are written kinda flippantly.

I love Percy being a Slytherin (he just is), I like him being Voldemorts grandson cause it's just "of course both my grandfather's are evil *sigh*", I don't mind the ones where he goes in later to help out but they're not my favorite.

Fablehaven crossovers (I know small fandom) are fun, though there aren't many. I wouldn't mind Percy growing up at one of the preserves, or him helping in the fights, or him being called in as one of the teachers in book 2.

Hmm, I have some crossover ideas I wouldn't mind reading but I haven't seen.

Rangers Apprentice (though that would have to be a "I accidentally traveled dimensions" or a "I was reborn as Percy/Will (the main character of Rangers Apprentice) would be super cool. It has just enough magic elements to be fun, and just few enough to make Percy wonder.

It probably exists but I've only seen one so Fairy Tail crossover. Percy in the Fairy Tail world especially, which would probably require some magic travel again. Percy's water control would be super cool there! And any of them in the Percy Jackson world would be so fun!

The Summoner series would be cool (another small fandom). The demons in it are super fun and I think Percy would have cool powers there just with his demigod powers but he'd also just have fun all around (ignore the war happening there) and I think that would be super cool.

Finally, the Eragon series. I swear there has to be a crossover of this somewhere cause Eragon is actually fairly popular but I haven't found one yet. Just, Percy with a dragon, Eragon reborn as Percy, Percy just having a Dragon (I like the dragons) plus the magic is fun.

Anyways! I went a bit long on this but these are the crossovers I like/would like.

[solacryptid]

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 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

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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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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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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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 3: Arrival to Rivendell

The sea had stretched below us for several days now, the smell of salt carried in the same breeze that filled the underside of Svellevarina's wings. I was thankful that the wind was offering its support, as it had been some time since she was able to take time to rest and recover some strength. I had supplied my energy as she needed, but her pride would not allow her to admit how tired she was. Since I was her rider, however, I could feel her growing exhaustion. I gave Svell another surge of my energy. I felt her breathe deeply as the power came to her and the rhythm of her wingbeats picked up slightly. I rubbed the side of her neck as she hummed in appreciation. The salt air chilled and the crashing of waves increased as the wind picked up. According to the mental map that I had been given from Arya Drotting, we would reach the shoreline of Middle Earth at some point in the next day. The man who had contacted the queen, Gandalf, was to meet us upon our arrival.

My hair snapped forward as the wind shifted causing me to release my grip on the saddle to quickly braid it back out of my face. The chill of the ocean air provided little comfort, though I made sure not to make my discomfort known. Small shivers were nothing in comparison to the labour of Svell's flight from Alagaesia. I only hoped that we reached Middle Earth soon. For her sake.

A dark purple flowered across the darkening sky. My gaze lifted upwards to take in the stars as they slowly revealed themselves, winking their hello's as I spotted them.

"Do you remember the tale Saphira-elda told us when we were young?" Svellevarina asked gently.

A small smile rested on my lips. "Yes. But I would be grateful to be told it again."

Svell hummed as images flashed in my mind. A glorious female dragon with her young in a dark forest. Wild dragons. The hatchlings matched the colouration of their mother, an elegant and sparkling white. There was a uniqueness among each of them, however, as they all had a different accent of colour on the tips of their small wings, tails, and on the tip of every small spike along their necks and backs.

Another image now of the mother dragon, teeth bared, snarling at an adult male dragon as golden as the sun. Their battle was both intense and exhausting, taking place in the sky and on the ground. Claws were bloody, fangs dripping. The golden dragon forced the mother dragon to the ground, her velvet wings were torn, disabling her ability for flight. Her draclings were behind her, their whimpering cries echoing.

Tears welled in my eyes as though I could feel their fear.

The mother dragon slashed at the male as it neared, scoring a hit across his face and through his right eye. Blinded, the dragon drew back, roaring in anguish. The bloodied white dragon turned to her babies in this moment of distraction, releasing a calming hum to soothe them. As her last breath filled her lungs she directed them to fly up into the sky as high as they could go and to not stop until they saw her again. One by one the hatchlings flew straight up. Foreign energy filled the dying mother and she released a heavy breath that guided her babies further into the sky. The golden dragon was fumbling his way over to her now, the sky dark. As her breath left her, so did her eldunari, a sparling diamond in the grass. Realizing that she was no more, the male left to tend to his eye, roaring in victory.

A small chirp filled the air as one final dracling scurried towards its mother, peering at the eldunari The white gem pulsed, encouraging the baby to go. Determined, the child clutched its mother's life gem in its tiny claws, taking it all the way up into the sky. As the two joined the others to safety the magic was sealed, the mother dragon now always there to protect her sparkling babies in the night sky. They surrounded her, changing as time went on. But the mother dragon was always there in the night to protect them.

My watery eyes looked to the moon. "A mothers love can be a powerful thing," I rested a hand on the side of Svellevarina's neck.

She then shared memory of Saphira-elda telling the story when Svell was merely a few weeks old. She flared her wings when Saphira finished the story. "I look like them! My scales shimmer like the star hatchlings!" Saphira had hummed, looking at Svellevarina fondly. "Well, perhaps you are a descendant of one of the moon's children, a star hatchling, here to provide light to those who are in need of it,"

I felt a pang of longing from my dragon and I knew that she was missing home just as much as myself. Looking out across the ocean I spotted a cove ahead of us with a large ship resting there against a dock.

I consulted the mental map that Arya Drotting had provided me. This was it. "Look, Svell! We have finally reached Middle-Earth!"

"There is someone there waiting for us," she informed me. I assumed that it was Gandalf waiting for our arrival.

Svellevarina's claws dug into the wooden dock when she landed, and it creaked in response to the weight. I unlatched myself from the saddle and dismounted, coming to stand in front of my dragon. The man before us stared in awe at the sight of my dragon, his grey bushy eyebrows raised high on his forehead. His gaze eventually fell to me.

"Greetings and welcome to Middle-Earth," he said, hands clasped around his wooden staff. "I am known as Gandalf in the common-tongue."

"Kvetha, greetings, Gandalf," I replied. "I am Vilansia of Alagaesia and dragon rider,"

My dragon lifted her head high behind me. "And I am Svellevarina Lightbringer, guardian of Alagaesia,"

The old man bowed to the two of us. "I am honored to meet you both. Now, if you would follow me, I shall lead you to the entrance of the Elven city of Rivendell. The Lord of this city awaits us there,"

He led us off the dock and up the series of stone steps. An archway made of stone stood at the top, delicate script etched crossbeam. Two individuals came into view as we passed under the arch. The city behind them gave off a golden glow in the darkness. At the sight of Svellevarina the two elves recoiled in shock. The male elf, who wore a golden circlet around his head, was the first to speak.

"What glory you embrace, o' dragon," He bowed his head. "I am Lord Elrond, and I welcome you to Rivendell." He gestured to the elf beside him. "This is my daughter, Arwen."

"We are incredibly honored to have you within our city," she said with a dip of her head.

Svell peered at the two of them. "Kvetha. I am Svellevarina and this is my rider, Vilansia."

"We are grateful that you are allowing us within your city," I added. "We understand that a meeting is to take place to determine the action to be taken regarding the threat to this land?"

"Aye. Those who shall be present have agreed to meet at dawn to allow the two of you to rest after your journey. Arwen shall lead you to your room for the night, Vilansia." He lifted his gaze to Svell. "For you, o' dragon, unfortunately, the rooms within the city are in no shape to accommodate your size. However, there are plenty of caves within the mountainside that surrounds us. Perhaps you will find one to your liking?"

"That will work just fine, elrun ono, thank you," Svell replied.

They allowed me a moment to gather my bags from the saddle on Svellevarina's back before leading me into the city. She took off into the air to find a suitable resting place. Lord Elrond and Gandalf turned down another path, speaking to each other in a hushed tone.

The stone pathways on which we walked were perfectly set, creating a smooth walkway. Dark vines curled along the edges of the path, their leaves reaching towards the centre. The crashing roar of a waterfall could be heard nearby. The buildings around us were accented with gold to compliment the warm tones of the city.

"Rivendell is beautiful," I said.

Arwen smiled. "I am pleased to hear you think so,"

"Are there many Elvish cities here?"

She brought her hands in front of her, the long bell sleeves of her red gown shifting to expose them. "There are two other Elvish kingdoms in Middle-Earth, though they are far from here,"

"Will their leaders be present at the meeting tomorrow?"

Arwen paused as we turned a corner. "The meeting is a private one. Only a select few shall be there,"

I felt Svellevarina's surprise through our bond. "Ask why the meeting is private,"

Upon Svell's request, I repeated the question.

"My father does not wish the news of who possesses the One Ring to spread, nor does he want those who he does not trust to have an influence on what is to be decided." She sighed. "These times are uncertain ones."

"I understand. Information is a powerful tool,"

Arwen led me down a hall, a series of doors on our left-hand side with a stone railing on our right. Beyond the railing a sparkling lake rested, rippling as fish broke the surface. Golden fireflies danced along the surface, teasing the fish below. We came to a stop in front of the last door in the hallway. Arwen opened it, gesturing for me to enter.

"I hope you find everything to your liking. I shall be here in the morning to guide you to the council,"

"Elrun ono, Arwen, thank you." I glanced around the room. "This is perfect,"

She bowed her head with a gentle smile before shutting the door as she left. The room was considerably bigger than I expected it to be. There was an opening in the stone wall for a window, soft light from the city barely illuminating the room. A plush bed stood directly in front of me. I placed my bags beside it and felt the silk sheets. I couldn't help but wonder if this sort of luxury was considered normal for them.

A standing mirror was across from the bed to the right, a small table next to it. I placed my weapons on the table for the night, passing my reflection. Wisps of hair had been pulled out of my braid from the wind during the flight here. I undid the braid, letting my brown hair fall to my waist in waves.

I finally laid in the soft bed after disrobing. "Did you find something suitable?" I asked Svell.

"Indeed. There were plenty to choose from," she replied.

"Rest well, bjartskular. I will wake you when it is time,"

"Goodnight, my rider,"

It did not take long for Svell to slip into a deep slumber, her dreams echoed in my own mind as I rested. Moving pictures of home, the familiar flight between Alagaesia and the Rider Island. The sounds of the elder dragons, Saphira, Firnen, and Thorn filled the air. Warmth filled the room as the morning sun rose. I faced the mirror as I wove my hair into a tight braid down my back. I placed my rider blade within its sheath then, and strapped it securely around my waist, the protected blade resting on my left leg.

I pressed my mind against Svellevarina's, coaxing her to wake. I peered out of the window to take in the waking city.

"Good morning, my älfa," Svell greeted. "Where are we to meet everyone?"

"I am still waiting for my guide,"

"Well then. In the meantime, you may find me enjoying the fresh lake water,"

"Svell, I would not advise swimming in their lake. They may think it rude,"

"And do you think they would do anything to stop me?" She challenged.

"Svellevarina. We are guests here. They do not think of you in the same regard as our own people," I warned.

She did not respond, and as the sounds of amazement reached my pointed ears, I knew that she had done as she wished. Without hesitation I left my room, using the connection with my dragon to find my way to her. I stopped at the top of a staircase that led to a wide stone platform built above the lake. Sure enough, Svell was diving in and out of the lake, the water reflecting on her white scales, causing her to shimmer even more than normal. A few Elves were standing at the top of the staircase, pointing and speaking in awed voices. I made my way down the steps, approaching a group of four children that stood on the platform. They turned to face me as I came to stand next to them. Much to my surprise, their faces were ones much older than those of children, despite their height.

"Have you seen anything so beautiful, lady elf?" One of them asked me.

"She certainly knows it, too," I replied with a nod of my head.

Another of the company with bright ginger hair peered at me with wide eyes. "You must be the dragon rider!"

All of them were looking at me now with curious faces. They certainly had a child-like wonder about them. "Indeed, I am. My name is Vilansia," They introduced themselves as Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Frodo. "Kvetha, greetings,"

Svellevarina swam over to the stone platform where we stood, her tail steering her over. She held her neck arched high as a swan would, giving her an elegant appearance. Her apitate eyes rested on the four individuals.

"You are not Elves," she said, her voice echoing in all of our minds.

"It can talk!" The one named Pippin whispered.

Merry, the one next to him, shoved his arm. "Of course it can talk. It's a dragon, not a lizard,"

"Well, actually-" Pippin froze as Svell dipped her head to nudge him gently with her snout.

"Come now, little ones," She drew her head back to regard them all. "You may call me Svellevarina,"

They bowed to her, earning her rumbling version of a chuckle.

"We are Hobbits, Svellevarina, o' dragon," Sam informed. "Others call us Halflings,"

Svell stretched her wings in the water. "I have never heard of a Hobbit before,"

"There are no Hobbits in our home country," I elaborated.

"We are a very locally fixed people," Frodo said.

"Well, I like you. And if most of your people are like you four, then I think Hobbits are a very fine race indeed," Svellevarina jumped from the water, the sparkling droplets causing her to shimmer. I quietly thanked Eragon for making the saddle water-proof. Svell looked to the top of the steps and to me said: "I believe it is time." Following her gaze, I saw Arwen waiting there.

I offered a smile to the four Hobbits. "Please excuse us, we must take our leave of you now. Perhaps we will meet again,"

They remained silent as I made my way up the steps, Svell gliding in the air above me. I bowed to Arwen, twisting my hand over my heart. "Kvetha, greetings,"

"Good morning," She bowed to both of us. "I hope you both were able to rest well?"

"Yes, we are both well-rested, elrun ono,"

"I am pleased to hear it," she gestured to the walkway on her right. "I shall lead you to the council,"

We passed a few other Elves of Rivendell on our way, with every one of them stopping to stare at Svellevarina. I could feel her pride swell as they did. I began to take notice of the differences in appearance from my own people of Du Weldenvarden as I saw more of the Rivendell Elves. Indeed, they had pointed ears, though not as long or sharp as my own. Their faces were not made up of the sharp angles and slanted eyes in the way that my kin was. However, there was an inherent grace in their movements and ancient wisdom in their aura that I found to be similar.

"This is where I must leave you both," Arwen said as she stopped before an elevated square. I could hear faint chatter.

"Thank you," I said with a drop of my head. The young elf bowed before leaving us.

"Remember Svell, we are representing all of Alagaesia here,"

Her tail twitched. "I know my duties, shur-tugal, just as you know yours," she let her confidence wash over me to ease my worry. And with that, we went up to meet with the council of Elrond.

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Translations from the Ancient Language: Dröttning - Queen -elda - honorific of great praise, gender-neutral Eldunarí - heart of hearts; the gem-like stone wherein the dragons can store their consciousness Kvetha - Greetings Elrun ono - Thank you Bjartskular - Brightscales älfa - Elf Shur'tugal - Dragon rider

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