Forging Secrets (Under the Menoa Tree)
Dec 26, 2005 15:47:50 GMT -5
Post by Ancalimë on Dec 26, 2005 15:47:50 GMT -5
Alanna stepped into Rhunon's forge well before dawn approached.
An image had come to her, an image of arrays of swords toned in many colors, all worked by her hand.
Alanna knew what this meant.
A year ago today, she had discovered a cavern on the outmost reaches of Du Weldenvarden. In this cavern, there were ores of such strength, that she could only pry them from the walls using all the force of her magic. She knew then that she had found what Rhunon had hidden...the ores from which she had forged the Rider's swords.
Rhunon had made a sacred oath to never again forge these swords after Galbatorix created such evil with his. Alanna was mesmerized by the idea of giving such a power to the Varden, she set about making a sword in the image of Oromis's golden one. This one was pure white, after the pristine coloring of the first dragon to become linked with a Rider. She created this sword successfully for the Blood-Oath celebration, but two days before the celebration, she was seized with horror at what she had done.
For a new Rider had emerged, one who bore another's sword. Alanna knew that if it was for the good of Alagaesia, Rhunon would have created a new sword for Eragon. But the oath held her back.
Alanna destroyed the sword and hid the cavern by magic so that no one could find it but her...not even Rhunon. She then created gloves to be used by someone forging in intense heat and bade Rhunon offer them in place of her.
But today she woke up with a purpose in mind.
It had come to the attention of the elves a while back in Ellesmera about Murtagh becoming a Rider.
He stole Eragon's sword, Zar'roc, to use for Galbatorix's evil plans. The day this news reached Alanna, she felt a twinge of discomfort, but held strong.
Then the Vault of Souls had yielded dragon eggs to both the Varden and the Empire. Alanna could not sleep for fear of finding out in her dreams what she had just witnessed.
It was time, past time, to forge swords for the Riders of new. And she would do it, no matter what the cost.
Alanna brought in the ore she had removed from the cavern and examined the sapphire-blue coloring.
Eragon would soon have his sword.
((later that night))
Alanna walked toward the depths of Du Weldenvarden, the finished sword wrapped in rags to hide it from the night's prying eyes.
The Menoa Tree lay before her on the path, glowing with a light of its own. She sat under one of the largest roots that were raised above the ground and unwrapped the gleaming weapon.
Alanna fell into the state that the elves called sleep immediately, cradling the sword in her lap. The day had worn her out as nothing had ever done before.
An image had come to her, an image of arrays of swords toned in many colors, all worked by her hand.
Alanna knew what this meant.
A year ago today, she had discovered a cavern on the outmost reaches of Du Weldenvarden. In this cavern, there were ores of such strength, that she could only pry them from the walls using all the force of her magic. She knew then that she had found what Rhunon had hidden...the ores from which she had forged the Rider's swords.
Rhunon had made a sacred oath to never again forge these swords after Galbatorix created such evil with his. Alanna was mesmerized by the idea of giving such a power to the Varden, she set about making a sword in the image of Oromis's golden one. This one was pure white, after the pristine coloring of the first dragon to become linked with a Rider. She created this sword successfully for the Blood-Oath celebration, but two days before the celebration, she was seized with horror at what she had done.
For a new Rider had emerged, one who bore another's sword. Alanna knew that if it was for the good of Alagaesia, Rhunon would have created a new sword for Eragon. But the oath held her back.
Alanna destroyed the sword and hid the cavern by magic so that no one could find it but her...not even Rhunon. She then created gloves to be used by someone forging in intense heat and bade Rhunon offer them in place of her.
But today she woke up with a purpose in mind.
It had come to the attention of the elves a while back in Ellesmera about Murtagh becoming a Rider.
He stole Eragon's sword, Zar'roc, to use for Galbatorix's evil plans. The day this news reached Alanna, she felt a twinge of discomfort, but held strong.
Then the Vault of Souls had yielded dragon eggs to both the Varden and the Empire. Alanna could not sleep for fear of finding out in her dreams what she had just witnessed.
It was time, past time, to forge swords for the Riders of new. And she would do it, no matter what the cost.
Alanna brought in the ore she had removed from the cavern and examined the sapphire-blue coloring.
Eragon would soon have his sword.
((later that night))
Alanna walked toward the depths of Du Weldenvarden, the finished sword wrapped in rags to hide it from the night's prying eyes.
The Menoa Tree lay before her on the path, glowing with a light of its own. She sat under one of the largest roots that were raised above the ground and unwrapped the gleaming weapon.
Alanna fell into the state that the elves called sleep immediately, cradling the sword in her lap. The day had worn her out as nothing had ever done before.
