AN: okay, so I've had this idea for like ages. Btw, this will not be a multi-chapter fic; it's just a few one-shots, together in one fic. They will all be ExA; they are like my favourite couple!

Hoping someone likes, though even if you don't, tell me what I did wrong.

Her only friend

This is set a little after Brisingr, about 6 months perhaps.

Arya lay on the cot in her dark tent, curled up into a ball, refusing to let the tears flow. Though she could not contain her sadnes. She had to let it out; she could contain it no longer. Oromis was gone, slain over Gilead. Since then, Glaedr had not spoken to anyone, not a single word as he grieved over his lost half. Arya knew how he felt, she who had lost her mate half a year ago now.

Faolin

The thought of his name brings a tear to her eye, yet she pushes it away forcefully, hiding her sorrow yet again underneath a mask of calm. Yet something was wrong, she could tell that. Yes, she still felt grief over the death of the one she loved, but now it was no longer so heart-wrenching. He had changed that.

Eragon

The thought of his name brings lightness to her hearts dark cavern, Eragon, her best friend, her only friend. He was the only one living who seemed to care for her. Her mother's heart had turned cold after the loss of her father. Thoughts of Eragon spin around her mind, the times he's comforted her, the times he's made her laugh, the times he's listened.

She remembered the strange urge she had felt the last time she had seen him, yesterday afternoon.

They had been sat together, cross-legged on the emerald grass. They were speaking, nothing major, just light things as friends tend to. Arya found herself staring at his mouth as he spoke, she wondered what would happen if she leant closer and...No! She would not allow such thoughts, what about Faolin?

Arya came back to the present, her mind still full of Eragon. Then she realises and when she does it's as though she's been shaken awake.

She loves him.

It's taken her half a year, but suddenly she knows, it would explain a lot, why her thoughts were full of him, why only yesterday she had wondered what would happen if their lips joined. And now she must tell him. She thinks for a moment and immediately knows where he is, the Elvin sparring ground. She rises up swiftly and grabs her sword on the way out of the tent. She secures her sword onto her belt and starts to run through the Elvin camp, stopping for nothing and nobody.

Eragon stood amongst the many elves gathered for training. One elf approached him, sword in hand

"Shadeslayer, I wonder if you would like to spar?"

Eragon turned to face the voice "But of course Vanir," he gave a brief smile as he drew Brisingr from its sheath. He went into an attack stance but heard another voice.

"Eragon!"

He spun round, Brisingr still in hand "Arya,"

The raven haired elf reaches him "Shadeslayer I wonder if I might have a word?"

"But of course, Arya Shadeslayer." he spoke just as softly as she, sliding Brisingr back into the sheath at his hip. He turned to Vanir "My apologies Vanir."

The elf just nodded "Another time perhaps?"

"Definetly" Eragon gave the elf a fleeting smile and turned around.

He followed Arya to a large circle near the centre of the sparring grounds.

He looked at the elf, realising just how close she was, they were but half a metre away from each other.

"Eragon I...I really need to...I feel that...Argh!" She was having trouble saying it, having been cold with him for so long.

Eragon was confused, his eyebrows rose and he asked "What are you trying to say Drottningu (AN: did I spell that right?)?"

"Eragon..." Arya laid a hand on his neck as she spoke and there was softness, in both her voice and indeed her eyes, which he had neither heard nor seen before.

Before he could do anything she had thrown her other arm around his neck and pulled him closer, claiming his mouth with hers. Eragon felt as though he had been hit by lightening and froze. Yet Arya's mouth was insistent, she slid one hand up his neck, twining it into his hair. Before long, Eragon found himself responding, putting his arms around her back.

The elves who were watching were astounded. Their princess had just walked up and kissed the last free rider. It took a lot to shock an elf, but this sure did it, the jaw of every single elf present dropped open for a few seconds, before they composed themselves.

They broke the kiss only when their lungs started screaming at them, though they held the embrace.

"I love you Eragon." She said quietly

"I love you too." He spoke back, his voice bursting with happiness.

Arya smiled and took his hand, leading him away from the sparring grounds. They walked into the forest and were soon swallowed up by the leaves.

Little did they know that, flying high in the cloudless sky, a sapphire dragon was laughing at them.

Well it's about time.

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AN: Well? It's my first attempt at romance so it'd be nice to know how I did. This will remain a one-shot although I have a few other one shot ideas.

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