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Extended Summary: AU. A twisted version of events, stemming from an important turning point in Arya's life that will affect Alagaesia's future. As a prospective relationship with Faolin is uncovered, fate brings a suave suitor to be discovered: Eragon, the much sought after son of Rider Brom. Watch their journey into life, through the fourth book and beyond, watch them mature, and grow into their destiny.
Check out my list of best Eragon authors by popular vote soon in the coming chapters, also my list of to come stories which I will post when I've written enough chapters to keep up with demand: Bear with me please:
-Ten worst compromising positions/Ten worst ways to be discovered:
Title is self explanatory, short drabbles that are not suitable for minors and sensitive eyes as they contain slight smutty scenes or limes, mixed in with a lovestuck Arya and Eragon. Go figure.
-Midnight Truths:
Set long after the forth Eragon book, tells of Eragon and Arya who are very close friends, the Agaeti Blodhren, and how they discover through Could it Be by Christy Carlson Romano, that they are much much more.
-The Worst, most Outrageous, and Ridiculous pairings and Occurances ever:
Slight crack fic, again, obvious plot from the title. But seriously, they will make you fall off your chair, you have never read one of these, it is not like the other ones of it's kind, which are not written with formal serious language in humour. If you're nice, maybe I will send out a preview to the inbox of selected fanfic members.
-Tell Him:
The theme is what the title tells you, does Arya reveal her feelings while time is running out for a mortally wounded Eragon?
And lastly,
-Meet the Parents:
I've got the general idea, but haven't written the plot down yet. I've written most of this story, and I couldn't be bothered making this chapter better and adding stuff, so I just uploaded it.
Please read till the end before judging the story, because better and more important things unfold further along the next chapters. EragonArya.
Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Eragon does not belong to me, if it did, Eragon and Arya would be on a bed somewhere in Ellesmera performing M rated activities that will burn your eyes off (for you prudes), and for us who like our daily dose of smut, we will be popping open a bottle of bubbly (even though I am underage for alcohol) and celebrating (and possibly spying).
Chapter One- Coming of Age
There was a gust of cool wind as the door flew open, the newly entering person catching the doorknob quickly just in time to keep it from slamming from the force of her opening it as she walked in.
The scrolls ruffled, and smaller pieces were caught in the updraft, twirling in circles to the ground.
Islanzadi sighed imperceptibly, not looking up as she said, "Yes, daughter, why do you seek me?"
There was light step on the hardwood as the princess came forward forgetting all pleasantries and etiquette for her mother.
The queen lay down her quill gently, turning in her elaborately wood-sung chair away from her desk as she faced her guest.
"Mother, why was I not informed that you have invited several who could be potentially my future mate to my thirtieth birthday ball?" Arya asked, her green eyes flashing, hands on her hips.
"Dear Arya, I never implied that I was matchmaking. Just simply being polite by asking sons of several noble, elvin houses to attend." Islanzadi said airily, waving a hand carelessly.
"Several 'sons' who are obviously and visibly around my age, wealthy, and noble?" Arya asked skeptically.
"You will be delighted to hear they are very good dancers, intelligent and very eligible." Islanzadi told her.
"That is not all what I look for in a companion, Mother. And, you have just given away your cover; I know you invited them with me in mind." Arya replied.
"Very well, you uncovered me, but you can't blame me for trying!" The Queen protested, "Just humour me. For once, please?"
Arya sighed, "You're incorrigible, I have just come of age, and already you are lining up suitors."
Islanzadi shrugged, grinning, "I am just excited. It is never too early to introduce you to the male population. By the way, have you gone for your dress fitting yet? The ball is tomorrow evening." She said.
"I was about to...when I overheard fellow female elves discussing or sighing over, the 'good-looking lords that are to arrive later today'..." Arya said wryly.
Her mother opened the door and pushed her outside, "Run along then, Arya, I shall see you at dinner." She slammed the door closed, with a sigh from the woman behind it that sounded like something akin to relief.
Arya huffed irritably, then set her shoulders, lifting her chin and making herself look presentable once again.
"It did not go well, then?" Faolin asked, her bodyguard and friend.
"Nay, Faolin-vor, it never does," She shook her head.
He chuckled, "It is the same with all parents. Fact of life."
They set off out of Tialdari hall, feet padding quietly along the footpath towards the village where they would go to the Royal seamstress.
As they walked, some elves stopped and paid their respects, bowing politely to Arya, murmuring, "Princess".
She smiled at them, and nodded her head, acknowledging their greetings.
The store came into view, and Faolin stopped outside, "I will wait outside for you."
She continued inside, opening the door that gave a small merry jingle as it snapped shut.
The delicate elf maiden fluttering and fussing around a mannequin in the centre of the shop jumped when Arya spoke.
"Greetings, Naaira, you are certainly busy at work," Arya said, smiling as she looked at the dresses on display with admiration.
"Oh! Your majesty," She hurriedly curtsied, "Never too busy for you, though."
Arya laughed, "thank you, but how many times have I asked you to call me Arya?"
"It is not befitting to someone of your rank, I think." Naaira said.
"Not that again," Arya groaned, "Don't give me that, you of all people, old friend, you have known me long enough."
"Only if you refrain from calling me your 'old' friend," Naaira laughed as well.
"Deal." Arya said.
"Are you here for your dress?" The seamstress asked, beckoning to her and entering the backroom.
"For my fitting, my mother insisted." Arya said a little venomously.
Naaira looked amused and handed her the gown that she drew reverently from a private closet that was empty now that it's load was taken away, "Go change."
Arya did as requested and made her way into a small room.
Soon she came out, decked in finery, skirts rustling, "Will you tie this up for me?"
Naaira nodded and helped lace up the back of her corset, then rearranging the fabric to cover the ties.
Arya turned around and spun in a small circle," So, what do you think?"
Naaira smiled, "As beautiful as ever, Arya, the guests will be in for a surprise, especially the bachelors."
Arya sighed, "So even you knew?"
The other woman giggled nervously, "It is a shame that the one of the talk of the female population will not be there though, he is gaining popularity quite quickly."
Arya cocked an eyebrow, "Who is he?"
Naaira's eyes were dreamy, and she collapsed in an armchair behind her.
"They say he is very eligible. Handsome looks beginning to properly develop, already a fierce warrior, master of the blade and archery, hand to hand and proficient in magic.
That's not all though, they say he is very literate and educated as well, a born poet. He has just come of age, just like you, Arya. He is gaining quite an amount of attention, but he is very slippery, he manages to evade women very well. I do not know if all that is true, but it is what I have heard." She said, letting a deep breath escape her lips.
Arya repeated herself, "Who is he?"
"He is the son of Rider Brom, the famous rider. They travel a lot, from Vroengard to the Beors, that's why his son trains with the best of the best. Surely you know him- Brom has visited Ellesmera before, although, I do not think his son has."
Arya was vaguely interested now, "What is his name?"
Naaira smirked, "Wouldn't you want to know! His name is Eragon."
Arya started, "Eragon? Is that not the name of the first rider?" She sat with her thoughts for a while before voicing them, "What a powerful name, I have not heard anybody yet with the same."
"Yes, isn't it manly though? Eragon..." She seemed to be off in her own world, fantasizing.
"Why do you think he has not been invited to my celebration then?" Arya asked, more to herself.
"Perhaps your mother thinks he is not good enough for you, but that will be good for the rest of us common folk." Naaira said.
Arya was about to reply when she was cut off by a male voice drifting through the door.
"Princess, is everything all right? A fitting does not take this long, does it?" Faolin asked, a little anxiety in his tone.
Naaira lifted an eyebrow, "It is your paranoid second half, Arya dear." She remarked jokingly.
Arya rolled her eyes, and raised her voice, "It is all right Faolin, we were just talking," she directed her next sentence at Naaira, "you make assumptions just because he follows me everywhere. It is his job after all."
"Keep telling yourself that. I can tell he is fond of you." Naaira said slyly.
"We have been together long, it doesn't mean anything." Arya said, her face in a mock serious expression.
Naaira lifted an eyebrow and conceded but by no means, looked believing. "Very well, walk out there and show him then."
"Show him what?" Arya asked, avoiding.
"The gown, go! It's not like he is accompanying you to the ball, he's just an escort. Actually, not even that." The brunette said.
Arya looked confident. She squared her shoulders and slipped through the edge in the door, Naaira following at her heels.
Naaira fixed her eyes on Faolin's face.
Arya stoke a pose dramatically, exaggerating her movements.
Naaira's hawk-like gaze narrowed and she felt a triumphant when Faolin's eyes widened and his lips parted slightly.
He spoke, "You...look wonderful, even more so than the morning glory I created for you, you outshine the sun itself."
"That's quite enough, Faolin," Naaira interrupted, "Arya and I need to have a girl talk."
She dragged a protesting Arya back into the previous room and beamed at her.
"Did you see his reaction?" She whispered in an undertone so that Faolin could not hear, "He is infatuated!"
Arya blushed a little, "Don't be silly, woman, he was simply..." She could not find any words.
"Yes?"
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Note: Fic will be T for now, just kissing, small-med fighting scenes & etc. As the chapters go along and the characters develop and mature, it'll be M because of sexual references/smut/limeishness whatever you want to call it.
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