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Sep. 17th, 2007 03:35 pmNever read Eragon, never plan to read Eragon, but I feel compelled to share this little tidbit from an Eragon-bashing fic I was reading today:
“Arya,” Eragon breathed, legs turning to jelly. That was when Aragorn came up.
“Look, you,” he hissed, grabbing Eragon’s shirt and backing him up against the wall, “I don’t know what your problem is, but from now on, it’s not going to be stealing my name and trying to be a carbon copy of me. In a duel, I’d win any day. From now on, you’d better start answering to Bob.” Aragorn started to turn away.
“But I don’t like that name,” Eragon protested.
“Arya,” Eragon breathed, legs turning to jelly. That was when Aragorn came up.
“Look, you,” he hissed, grabbing Eragon’s shirt and backing him up against the wall, “I don’t know what your problem is, but from now on, it’s not going to be stealing my name and trying to be a carbon copy of me. In a duel, I’d win any day. From now on, you’d better start answering to Bob.” Aragorn started to turn away.
“But I don’t like that name,” Eragon protested.
