That Rider

This story takes place right before the battle at Farthen-Dur begins and when they are all awaiting the Urgals attack.

This is slash.

All belongs to that stupid Paolini kid...yes, he owns Murtagh and Eragon's sexy asses...may he have a nightmare b/c he made them straight ...

P.S...nothing graphic at all (like...literally, they both stay clothed through the whole thing shucks next time..) ... but this is a one shot, so next time in my next eragon/murtagh story (and btw, i didnt read eldest yet)

Eragon glanced over at Arya and then back at Murtagh and then back to Saphira. He took a deep breath and kept his hand on Zar'roc and stared ahead, thoughts of nothing but an on comming battle and Arya flashed through his head. He closed his eyes and jumped when he felt a hand touch his shoulder.

He turned around and met the dark eyes of Murtagh. "Can I speak with you, Eragon?" Eragon nodded, "About what?" Murtagh coughed and said whispered in his ear, "Just something...in private." Eragon shrugged and let himself be lead by his hand to a mildly secluded area just off to the side of the army.

Murtagh stopped and shifted his eyes from the spot they stopped at to Eragon. He slightly flushed and swallowed, "There's something I need to tell you before the war starts because...I'm not sure I'll ever see you again and it's important...to me any ways."

He added under his breath. Eragon thought for a moment. "If this is about Arya, I mean, she is beautiful...but I saw her first and I just think that-"

Murtagh cut him off, "No, this is not about Arya. Not in the least. And you can have her, she really isn't my type."

Eragon relaxed, "Okay, then what's so important?" Murtagh took a deep breath and just said it, flat out without anymore thoughts at all, totally blunt and not what he had intended to say, "I love shoes!"

Eragon laughed, "You love shoes?"

Murtagh rolled his eyes at himself and shook his head. "No...Not shoes...I don't love shoes but...I do love...you?"

Eragon laughed and hugged his friend, "I love you too Murtagh, you're my best friend!"

Murtagh smiled at the hug but bit down hard on his cheek when he understood that Eragon didn't get it.

Eragon looked at Murtagh's downcast eyes, "What's wrong?"

Murtagh just shrugged. "Nothing." He forced a smile and watched as his best friend and his secret infatuation walked away with a bounce in his stride.

Murtagh mentally cursed himself for the millionth time since he admitted his feelings to himself. He really did love him. With all of his heart, even. But he knew what would happen after the war, and he knew he would most likely never see his love again. Not on good terms any ways.

The Urgals finally came and he jumped on Tornac and rode into war. Eragon on Saphira and that elf on foot, that elf that Eragon was lusting after, that elf Eragon and most men would die to have.

But not Murtagh, Murtagh wanted that Rider. That Rider that was riding into war still so nieve. Hopefully when his thoughts were clearer he would understand what Murtagh had said. Maybe.