Hey guys, guess what:D another chapter! Ya know I have so much of this written, I;m just a lousy typer, and I've found so many newFandoms to follow, I'm such a big Trekkie, Superwholock, and all those, and along with school I have almost no time, but I'm gonna try.

I know this is a lousy chapter, but I'm setting up for some action so bare with me, I'm going to try and get these up faster, like a lot faster, andmaybe work and 'Swordfighting' too. So thanks y'all for the reviews and support. Enjoy.

Percy POV

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We exited the tent back into the sun and mayhem of the Varden.

"Great, another war!" Nico exclaimed as he shielded his eyes from the sun.

"What were you fighting for?" Eragon asked.

"The world," Annabeth answered simply.

"Kronos, a powerful being, was trying to take down Olympus, the gods home, he killed, or tried to, anyone who got in his way." I continued.

"Sorry for asking, but who's Luke?" As soon as Eragon said that name, we all froze.

"We'd rather not talk about it," Annabeth mumbled, Eragon nodded and kept moving.

We quickly threaded through the crowd towards the 'dwarven' forges, as Eragon called it. We walked in silence, observing our strange surroundings. Annabeth gripped my hands tightly, I knew the mention of Luke had upset her. I saw Eragon glance at our hands several times, but said nothing.

Everyone around us was bustling with something to do, somewhere to go. It was kind of funny to see how the crowd parted like water for Eragon, but not out of fear, well maybe a little, but mostly out of respect. Some would dare to venture closer, begging for attention, but were held back by the other elves.

Mingling with the crowds were short hairy men. I elbowed Annabeth and pointed subtly with my chin. She glanced up from the ground and whispered "dwarves" to me. Huh, well that explains dwarven forges. Dwarves, elves, and dragons, what next?

Just then a large dog darted in front of us and hid behind Eragon, trembling with its tail between its legs, staring at the gap in the crowd where it had come from. A moment later a small boy ran in front of us, pausing before Eragon he leaped through the air towards the dog. At the apex of his jump his body seemed to shimmer. Eragon ducked out of the way as the dog sprinted away, in the recently evacuated area a large, cougar like cat landed and darted after the yelping canine.

"That was Solenbum," Eragon said to our shocked faces. "He's a werecat."

"A werecat? You have got to be kidding me!" Thalia exclaimed exasperatedly.

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Eragon POV

When we arrived at the forges I was surprised to see Orik was there.

"Orik!" I yelled at him through the forges, he didn't react. "Grimsborith Orik! ORIK!" HE finally turned around, a big smile split his face as he saw me.

"Eragon!" He called back cheerfully, weaving through the tables and stacks of metal.

"How are you?" I asked when he was in front of me.

"Good, good, I had some extra time, surprisingly, so I can down here to keep my mind off other things. It is good for the soul to stop thinking sometimes and just let the body work."

"Here, here," I knew exactly what he meant. I saw his purposeful glance behind me and got on with introductions. "These are some… visitors. Percy Jackson, Annabeth, Thalia, and Nico di Angelo." I faced said people and continued, "This is King Orik. Chief of all the dwarven clans and my adopted brother."

They all bowed their heads to him, I got the feeling they didn't do that for any people.

"So what brings you here?" Orik asks the teenagers.

"They need armor." Orik nodded and turned to yell at another dwarf in dwarvish. He came running with some knotted string.

"What kind of armor do you prefer?" Orik asked as the dwarf started measuring the Demigods.

"Breastplate, greaves, bracers and a helm." Annabeth replied.

"I only need a breastplate." Percy muttered.

Annabeth elbowed him, then rubbed her elbow glaring at him. "Nasuada wants to keep us a secret, a full set of armor will help." Orik gave them a funny look, but said nothing.

"This way," The dwarf said in heavily accented standard. He hurried through the temporary forge to a tent opposite. The tent was large and the front flaps were tied back. Inside were rows and crates full of weapons. (I realize the Varden may not be loaded, but I feel like making them that way.)

The Dwarf, whose name was Hasting's, as Orik told us, jabbered in dwarvish as he weaved through the racks and random dwarves and humans. We arrived at the back of the tent where there was a rack of breastplates. Hasting's went through them occasionally sizing one up to Percy or Nico.

He took forever.

Annabeth had started digging through a chest of daggers, occasionally sparring with Thalia. Orik had left to deal with a clan fight. Nico appeared to have fallen asleep. Percy was sitting next to him, absent mindedly tapping something against his leg. Hasting's didn't seem to notice.

After about an hour Hasting's yelled excitedly, gesturing for Percy to get his feet. Hasting's made Percy put on the breastplate he was holding. Annabeth helped him do up the straps and the inspected the fit. She nodded to Hasting's who clapped excitedly.

He called to another dwarf who quickly came over, Hasting's jabbered out something then darted off.

"Shadeslayer," The new dwarf said. "Hasting will need to customize plates for the others, and to come back tomorrow."

"Thank you," I replied.

"He has gone to get the rest of their gear." He continued.

"Can you have someone bring them to dinner?" I asked glancing at the demigods, it was hard to believe that they had won a war. Thalia was stabbing at Percy's breastplate, who was flicking pebbles at Annabeth's back. Annabeth had started to go through the racks of swords, and Nico was still asleep. "I will wait there."

"Of course, Shadeslayer." He bowed and left.

I addressed the demigods. "If you are hungry I will have some food for you when you are finished."

"Hmm?" Annabeth looked up distractedly, the only one to reply. "Sure, good." Then she stuck her head back into the pile of sharpened metal.

I sighed exasperatedly and left.