The Next Generation, an Inheritance Cycle and Lord of The Rings crossover

A New Home

Aragorn had seemed to take the fact that his son would not be able to take his place on the throne rather well. On the contrary, he seemed to be proud of his son and satisfied with the fact that his son would now be a rider. Sam, the father of the young hobbit also seemed to have accepted it although Eragon wasn't sure if it was really what Sam wanted for his son. When Aragorn started to describe Rivendell Eragon decided that the valley seemed like it might be a suitable place for them to train the new riders. His only concern was whether it was far enough from human and dwarven lands to avoid the dragons bonded and wild eating the farmers' animals. The day after they had arrived Eragon and Saphira flew to Rivendell to see it for themselves.

When they got there they looked around they could see that there were buildings still there, and they looked beautiful, but Eragon knew that they would have to start from scratch since the buildings that were already there were too small to accommodate dragons. After they had decided it was a suitable location they headed back to the city. When they got back they informed Aragorn and the elves that they had decided Rivendell was a suitable location.

The next day they were to leave for the valley, they had decided that they would transport the eggs and eldunari n an air pocket like they had done when they took them from Vronegard. The elves would ride on horses so they could transport the remainder of their supplies from the ship. The young hobbit would ride with them while Arathorn would fly with Eragon and Saphira.

Before Saphira took off Arathorn was quite nervous. During the flight, he concentrated on controlling his stomach. At one-point Eragon twisted around to look at him Eragon noticed how nervous and uncomfortable he was and said, "I was the same way the first time, but I am afraid you will have to get used to flying. When your dragon is big enough it will be the most common way you will travel,"

Arathorn accepted his statement without complaint he also suspected that it would be a while before his dragon would be big enough to ride. Later he looked around and saw a hawk fly by them, after a while, Arathorn began to get over his discomfort and even started to enjoy the flight.

Eragon, Saphira, and Arathorn reached the valley first. So Eragon decided he would start teaching Arathorn while he waited for the others so they could discuss what they needed to build and where they would build it. He turned to Arathorn and said, "Come over here while we wait for the others I want to see what you already know so I will know where to start with your training,"

Arathorn nodded and walked over to him.

"We will start with swordplay,"

When Eragon said this Arathorn suspected that he would do reasonably well since swordplay was something he was already rather good at since he already had some training with it. Due to that, he said, "My father has been teaching me to use a sword, he says that I am nearly as good as he is,"

Eragon replied, "well let's see how good you are then, Pass me your sword,"

Arathorn handed his new sword to Eragon although he was kind of confused about why he'd asked him to. Once Eragon had taken it Arathorn heard him mutter something that made no sense to him, but he assumed it had to be a spell or something since he already knew Eragon could use magic. He also saw him run his fingers along the blade without it causing him any harm.

Eragon gave him back his sword before unsheathing his own and repeating the process on it. Arathorn couldn't help but wonder how Eragon's sword had been made since it was obviously the same colour as Saphira's scales and had a large sapphire in its pommel.

Once he had finished Eragon said, "These swords will no longer cut us, but they can still break bones I would prefer to avoid that,"

Arathorn said: "how did you do that dulling the swords I mean?"

Eragon just replied, "you will find out further into your training, now let's get started."

Eragon got into the ready position that Brom had taught him so long ago, it felt like it had been years since he had been traveling with his father, although at the time he hadn't known that he was his father.

Although Arathorn was kind of disappointed that he hadn't gotten a straight answer to his question he let it go for now and got ready to fight. Arathorn was the first to move, he swung his sword toward Eragon's side. Eragon blocked the blow easily, he retaliated by swinging at the boy's shoulder Arathorn didn't get his sword up in time to block the blow and it hit his shoulder Eragon knew that Arathorn would probably have a bruise before long. After this Arathorn swung at Eragon's leg but then he turned the sword and aimed for Eragon's left shoulder once again Eragon stopped the blow since he had noticed when Arathorn had changed the direction of his blow. After a couple more failed attempts to hit Eragon, Arathorn concentrated on parrying Eragon's blows. They fought a while longer until Eragon got his sword up to Arathorn's neck.

Eragon said, "You are good, but you can still improve, you need to move around more move out of the way of blows. Don't just try to block them with your sword. Oh, and just so you know I was taking it easy on you," After Eragon said that Eragon saw a shocked expression cross the boy's face even though Arathorn tried to hide it. After this Eragon removed the block from their swords and then he asked: "how good are you with that bow?" 

Eragon had Arathorn shoot several of his arrows at a nearby tree, and although he already was good he gave him instructions to help improve his accuracy. When he let Arathorn stop he called him over where he was sitting with Saphira. Eragon passed a waterskin to Arathorn since he could tell he needed it after all the practicing. They sat on the ground and talked. Eragon told the new rider more about dragons, the Riders and the lands that he had come from. Eragon leaned back against Saphira's foreleg while Arathorn sat on the ground with his little gold dragon on his lap. A little while later Eragon got up and got some firewood that he lit with a spell since he didn't have his flint and steel. He remembered to use the word istalri instead of brisingr to avoid setting his sword ablaze.

He searched through Saphira's saddlebags for some bread to eat for dinner. He handed the boy some bread and jerky he knew the new Rider would have to get used to not eating meat since he was the only reason that they had packed any meat at all. So, he wasn't surprised when Arathorn asked him, "Why don't you eat meat?"

Eragon just said, "you will understand when you are further into your training." After the words left his mouth he realized that they had been the exact same words that his own teacher Oromis had said to him when he had asked that same question. He felt a hint of nostalgia for how far he had come. He had gone from a farm boy who knew little about dragons and the world outside his tiny village, to the leader of the Riders.

He glanced at Arathorn and he saw a hint of frustration on the boy's face. Eragon suspected that he was frustrated that Eragon wouldn't answer all of his questions. When it began to get dark Eragon unrolled two bedrolls on the ground. Eragon laid his beside Saphira on one side of the fire while Arathorn and his little dragon lay down on the opposite side of the fire.