Hello! I am the lucky winner who was allowed to adopt the story idea from RoseThorn81. I hope that you all will enjoy my interpretation of this idea.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or Eragon

Original Summary:

After defeating Galbatorix, Eragon and Saphira are sent to Middle Kingdom. There they meet the fellowship and Legolas, a diffrent king of elf then those in Du Weldenvarden. Now Eragon and Saphira are trying to help Frodo destroy the ring. Can Eragon find his place in Middle Earth? Love?

KEY:

"Common Tongue/Normal Talking"

:Everyone Else's Thoughts:

Saphira's thought talking

"Elvish Language"

"Ancient Language/Spells"

Now let the story BEGIN!

Final Stand and Moving On

Wind stung his eyes as the roar of battle raged below. He leaned to the left, dodging the blast of flame that jetted past his head by mere inches, feeling the angered growl work its way up his mounts throat. He leaned closer to the reptilian neck of his dragon, his eyes watering slightly as he saw the war that was raging, before focusing his gaze up into the sky at the larger dragon that was flying high in the sky.

"We have to end this, Saphira." The youth whispered, knowing the electric blue dragon would be the only one to hear him above the wind.

He dodged again, leaning far right this time to dodge the oncoming fireball. Saphira folded her wings in and them drop lower over the battle field, before snapping out her large reptilian wings and rising rapidly.

We will take them down! You can count on that Eragon! Saphira cried into his mind, roaring her fury and sending a stream of fire at the advancing enemy army that had yet to reach their allies. And if this shall take the cost of our lives as well…

Saphira dropped again, rolling this time and whipping her tail out to change their trajectory to rise up towards the older dragon and his rider.

"Then it will be a fair exchange!" Eragon roared over the wind, pulling his bow string back with an arrow already in place. He felt his magic stir within him as his eyes focused onto the large black dragon and the man who had claimed to be the ruler of these lands.

"Birsingr!" Eragon yelled, guiding the magic into the arrow and releasing the now flaming arrow.

It soared true, straight towards its intended target only for the ancient dragon to shift and take the arrow in his wing instead of into his rider. He roared in pain and rage, summoning his flames and shooting out another jet at Eragon. Saphira weaved, missing the flames and turning hard once more flying back towards the injured dragon.

The more agile blue dragon summoned her own flame and shot it at the older dragon, her aim causing the bright flames to hit the elder dragon once more in the wings. Another roar was torn from the black dragon, as fire chased after the young dragon and her rider.

"I have an idea, Saphira." Eragon called out, his attention fully on their target. He sent his plan mentally to his loyal dragon, knowing that this could be their only chance to bring down the tyrant.

Saphira began to rise once more, shooting higher into the clouds as the larger wing beats could be overheard coming after them. But still they pressed forward, going even higher than the clouds, passed the point where there was little oxygen in the air. Eragon looked over his shoulder, holding what little air in his lungs, to see the larger dragon, Shruikan, struggling to keep up with them and the slightly dizzy expression that was on the old king's face.

:Now Saphira!: Eragon cried out mentally to his dragon, watching as she instantly re-angled her wings to have them flipping end over end and hurtling back towards the startled duo.

Eragon pushed himself off of Saphira's neck and launched arrow after arrow at the older riders, watching as they swerved to try and avoid the arrows and the head on collision.

"Letta orya thorna!" Eragon heard Galbatorix yell to the sky, only to be stuck with the bits of metal and claws that began to tear into them.

Shruikan roared trying to bite Saphira's neck only to be met with a blast of flame instead. The two began to tumble through the clouds, accelerating as they dropped like stones towards the earth and the still fighting armies. The dragons continued to tear into each other, while Eragon continued to shower their enemy with arrows and the old king fired spells back at him in return.

:Flip us over!: Eragon called out the Saphira, as the ground was still racing towards them. He breathed a small sigh of relief when he noticed that they would hit the ground in an area that was devoid of the armies but could still be seen by all.

"Thrysta vindr!"

Eragon slid out of his saddle, dodging the ball of air that Galbatorix sent his way, but making sure that he did not appear to be moving.

"Malthinae!" Eragon shouted over the wind, directing his magic at the king and feeling a small bubble of triumph fill his chest when it had hit its mark.

He absently watched out of the corner of his eye as Saphira tilted her wings ever so slightly to send the descending combatants into a spiral her teeth and claws occupying the old dragon enough so that he would not notice their shift in positions. Forcing the black dragon's body downwards and hers on top. She reached out and slashed into his wings leaving them with gaping holes as she snaked her neck out of his menacing jaws.

Eragon! Saphira cried out as the older dragons claws dug into her hide, leaving long gashes down her stomach and flanks. Do it now!

Eragon wasted no more time as he withdrew his sword, channeling his magic into the blade as he leapt to his feet and charged up Saphira's long neck, her jaw clamped down around the old dragon's throat.

Their enemy seemed to know what was about to come next for the old dragon opened his wings to slow their descent only to realize in what condition his wings were in. Galbatorix, also seemed to realize the predicament they were in and began to struggle more fiercely against the binding spell, uttering the counter spell as quickly as he could. But it was all for not.

Eragon leapt the small distance between his dragon and that of his foe as he swung his sword high and the spell that had saved him more time than he could count came to his lips, "Birsingr!"

He watched as his sword glowed with the blue flame as he slashed down and cleaved the other dragons head clear off its body. His ears filled with the cry of agony that fell from the king's mouth which filled his own being with joy, knowing that their mission was finally over.

But it was short lived as the momentum had propelled him to far forward, sending him farther out away from his dragon and closer to the ground.

Eragon! Saphira shrieked into their minds, unlatching herself from their foe and diving after him.

"DEYJA!"

Eragon looked at the decapitated Shruikan, to see a stream of light coming from the crazed man, who moments later was crushed into the Earth by his once stolen dragon. Eragon watched as the spell shot towards him, knowing that he could not avoid it and settling his eyes on his dragon's face that looked close to tears as she tried to reach him in time from the certain death that was both approaching him from the side and from below.

"Skölir…" Eragon mumbled but felt no magic stir within him, resigning him to his fate.

He sent a small smile at Saphira and allowed his eyes to fall shut and his mind to drift to one thought only, :At least, I saved everyone else…:

But before more could be said, he felt something collide with his chest before another collision occurred to his side. Blinding pain filled him before a searing light scorched his eyes and forced him into what he was sure was death's waiting arms.

*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*

It was bright.

:Almost too bright:, Eragon thought absently, turning his head this way and that but seeing nothing beyond the bright light.

"Saphira." Eragon called out, trying to locate the large blue dragon, and noticing how much effort it took to speak at all. But he was met with nothing but silence, causing a knot of worry to creep into his chest.

"Saphira!" He called out louder, urging his feet to move forward in the abyss of light.

He only managed a few frantic steps before a smooth female voice ghosted to his ears.

"Calm yourself, young one."

Eragon jerked back in alarm, taking a more defensive stance as he tried to peer through the white light.

"Who's there?" he barked out, his eyes continuing to search only to come up empty as a male voice came to his ears next.

"We go by many names," Its smooth musical tone whispered into his ear, causing Eragon to turn on his heel and scrutinize the bright light that was behind him as well. "But for you, you may call us the Valar."

"Valar?" Eragon parroted back, feeling the strange word roll off his tongue with a small musical quality that had him pause for the briefest of moments at the strangeness of it all.

Eragon was so lost for a moment in his thoughts that he had forgot that people were talking to him, thus causing him to jerk once more when another female voice drifted to his ears.

"Yes," the slightly higher voice murmured almost lovingly into his ear, causing Eragon to relax ever so slightly just from the gentle tone. "For you see we are the gods of this realm."

His eyes widened at the mention of Gods, his mind trying to grasp what he was possibly doing before ending up in this bright room to explain his current situation he found himself in.

But the memories seemed to be eluding his grasp for the time being, the only thing he could glen from the feelings that the memories were giving off was that he was someone who stood apart from the common folk. Someone who had an important destiny on their shoulders, that all expected the role to be fulfilled.

"What is it you want with me?" He asked hesitantly, his next question springing from his lips before he could check them, "And why can't I seem to remember anything?"

"Dear one, why do you think we want something from you?" The first female voiced questioned, a tinge of worry coming through her tone.

Eragon felt like laughing for a moment, for a reason that was currently escaping him.

"Why else would I be here?" He asked, ignoring the bitter tone his voice seemed to take on without his permission.

He did not receive a reply right away, as if the people who hid within the light were discussing something amongst themselves before a new male voice floated to his sensitive ears.

"It is true, there is a war brimming on the horizon." The voice informed him calmly, "But it is not a war that you must get involved in. It is your choice whether or not you wish to stand and fight. Just as your memories will return to you once you arrive."

Eragon felt surprise enter him again, his thoughts beginning to whirl in his head, :I am being sent to a place with a war? And I get a choice?: He warred with himself until his voice spilled out past his lips once more voicing one of his most dire of concerns.

"Why are you sending me there in the first place?"

He heard soft laughter fill the bright lighted space, sounding as if it was the lightest of bells dancing on the winds. He felt a small pang of irritation fill his chest until a voice decided to answer his worry.

"It is your fate," The second female voice answered him, the hint of humor in her voice that almost made Eragon roll his eyes."Your destiny is to leave the world you once knew and start anew in another."

Eragon let this tidbit fill his mind, feeling the irritation drain out of him almost instantly at the words. His memories seemed to flash before his eyes showing him faces that had told him the same thing a few times before, but he was unable to place their names at that moment. A sense of loss filled him, knowing that their words were truthful.

"I am never to see my homeland again…" he murmured more to himself then to the hidden beings, noticing the defeated tone enters his voice.

Eragon felt arms circle around him from a figure he could still not see as a voice sliced through his thoughts.

"Yes, young one." It was one of the male voices, taking on a fatherly tone that was both reassuring and empowering. "But you will find peace here in Arda."

Images passed by his eyes, lands he had never seen before and people he did not recognize in the slightest bit. Somewhere in his heart, he seemed to settle and accept this fate that had been bestowed upon him. Until a different concern filled his soul that had him pulling away from the feeling of arms and images of this land called 'Arda'.

"Where is Saphira?"He questioned, not caring for the slight panic that filled his voice nor what these beings would think at the weakness he was surely showing. "Where is she?"

He was once more enclosed in the feeling of arms, comforting his frantic questioning.

"Calm yourself." One of the female voices soothed him, the feeling of a hand sliding through his hair in a motherly gesture. "She will be with you once you awaken."

Eragon felt his body slowly calming down to the motherly affection that he was being showered in, not realizing that he was leaning into each kind touch as his heart slowed to a more reasonable pace.

"Now sleep." The other female voice whispered into his sensitive ear. "Sleep and awaken to your new life."

Eragon unconsciously struggled against his eye lids that began to slide shut of their own will, fighting against the sleep that was trying to claim him. He felt a soft hand touch his forehead for the briefest of moments before the darkness swept him away to a world that was supposedly going to be the start of his new life.

*~*~*(END CHAPTER)*~*~*

So, this is the start of hopefully something good. I might be changing this chapter a little later, I am going to go and reread some of the books and I might be changing some items here and there. Please review and tell me what you think! ^_^