A/N I know it's been a while since I updated this, mainly because I was busy but also because this story isn't my first priority. It was one of the first stories I ever started on my old account and due to that I actually have quite a few chapters written already. They require a lot of editing though and since most of the chapters a quite short I might end up combining some of them into single chapters. that's actually what this chapter is since both the fourth and fifth chapters were pretty short and they got even shorter after I edited them. anyway I'll shut up and let you read it.
Once the king invited them to join his celebration Saphira was sure that they had earned his trust. They learned that his children's names were Arathorn the oldest, and Boromir. They had guessed that the oldest boy was named after his grandfather since Aragorn had said that his father had been called Arathorn when he introduced himself, but he had not said where the other boy had gotten his name.
Although he hadn't really wanted to taint the celebration with dark thoughts, Aragorn had told them more about these lands, he had told them that 17 years before these lands had also gone through a war. He said that centuries before someone called Sauron had created rings of power that he had given to all the races, but he had created another ring for himself that could control all the others. The men who were given the rings for their race were corrupted by them and had been turned into horrible creatures that Aragorn called wraiths.
During a battle one of the humans had managed to get the one ring away from Sauron, but instead of taking the ring and destroying it he had kept it and later lost it. After the man lost it a creature whose name was Smeagol found it. Later Aragorn said that a hobbit, which was what the dwarf-like people were called, won the ring from Smeagol in a game. The Hobbit gave it to his nephew who finally took it and destroyed it while everyone else was fighting Sauron's forces. Aragorn also said that the three male Hobbits and himself had been assigned to help the ring bearer get to Mordor where he would destroy the ring. He said that he had become king after the war.
As the Celebration was winding down Saphira extended her mind back toward the ship to check on the eggs that were still stored in it. She knew that the eggs were probably fine since the eldunari were there as well as Cuaroc, and Blödhgarm had returned to the ship earlier in the day to check on them. Despite knowing that, for some reason, she felt that she should check on them.
When she could feel the younglings in their eggs she noticed that it seemed like two of them were stirring. She wondered if one of the king's boys was meant to be a rider and if so she wondered what the king would think about it. Since there were two eggs stirring she wondered if the dragon had confused one of the hobbit children for dwarf children, but she wasn't going to dispute the dragon's choice. She was just grateful that the dragons had found their riders.
She suspected that Eragon would most likely end up modifying the spell to allow hobbits to become riders as well anyway. She got Eragon's attention; he had been distracted talking to the king and the hobbits. She said, "Eragon I checked on the eggs, I noticed that two of them are stirring, I suspect that one of the king's sons and maybe one of the hobbits could be our first new students,"
Eragon replied, "The king's son I can understand, but the hobbits? they aren't even part of the spell yet,"
Saphira replied, "I know the only explanation I have is that they thought the hobbits were dwarves, you compared them to dwarves when we first got here didn't you?"
"Yes," Eragon admitted.
Saphira said, "Now I think you should go get those eggs, so we can find out who our new students will be,"
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The Next Generation, an Inheritance Cycle and Lord of The Rings crossover
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