Disclaimers: Don't own it, want more of it...couldn't wait...
Notes: I was surprised that no one picked up on this. I read that line I borrowed from the book and had to stop because I thought something was going to become of it, but no. So, since CP didn't do anything with it...I wanted to see if I could.
Warning: May contain, (most likely) spoilers, stop here if you haven't read Eldest yet. Well, I warned ya. Also this is my first fanfic EVER, rip me apart if you need to, applaud if it deserves it, praise if it accomplishes its duty, which is to make the story richer and in depth...enjoy!
Agaeti Blodhren- The Blood Oath Celebration as it should have been
Occurs right after the celebration begins...
The entire atmosphere was filled with song and entrancing motion. Everyone seemed to be under a spell.The truth of ones real intentions have been brought to the surface. Those that hid emotions no longer shy'd away from them. As if they were a gracefull drunk with the voice of an angel wooing their hidden love. Wether it was a love for someone or a love for the surrounding animals and plants of passion. The very trees and grasses swayed with intensity towards each other and encasing themselves around any who came into contact with them. Everything seemed to have been able to show their passion for whom they came into contact with. No hard words of pain or retaliation were spoken here on such a special occasion. The night sparkled bright as if to light the entire forest and dance upon the faces turned towards the heavens as they spun in circles with grins and laughter escaping them. Light voices and heightened senses held Eragon. He was enveloped in a light of enchantment. He spun in circles and hugging everyone that happened to pass him. Everyone gave praise and sweet words to no one in particular. Some swooned the plants while others sang to a passing animal that had also come to life with emotion. Saphira hummed with a deep soothing sound that had others gather around her in a circle and pranced around mimicking the humming. Such a clear night full with nothing but passion. The air was thin, but had a light smell of spices and a sweet taste as you inhaled deeply as to bath your body in the honey that floated in the breeze.
Eragon caught a whiff of something he considered the sweetest smell he could ever breath in. He followed the scent traveling it like a map leading him to treasure. He soundered towards it and breathed in deeply with each step. He neared the source and closed his eyes to let his other senses guide him. He was caught on an invisible lure that urged him to follow and had no intention of letting it escape him.
He reached his destination. He swayed in front of his thriving heart. Someone stood before him...
(this is taken straight from the book in italics)
Arya took Eragon's hand then and drew him through the forest and toward the Menoa tree, where she said, 'Look how the werelight dims. We have but a few hours left to us before dawn arrives and we must return to the world of cold reason.'
With this she drew him in close and the wind blew a circle around them to create a world for them to exist in alone. There they stood and it grew calm around them. Both seemed to slowly calm with the wind inside their sphere that hid them from any onlooker. She never took her eyes away from his. Trussels of hair coiled slightly on the sides of her tanned silk smooth cheek swayed in the wind and as the breeze died down the stray locks flowed to rest gently back into their place perfectly accenting her smooth features. His breathing slowed and as if reason came upon them, they both knew the other felt the same as they did. Eragon tilted his head slightly to the right and thought 'I knew of beauty but none of this. I knew you had grace and power that captured me. I knew that you entranced me, but could not explain it.' as if he would have spoken to her, but thought it instead(he did not know that he had let her into his mind as he thought this) She smiled and her eyes twinkled like the very stars in the sky themselves.The leaves and plants continued to flutter around them in exotic patterns and designs as a barrier from time itself. Eragon wanted this moment to linger forever on and be caught in this realm with his true meaning of life holding on to him. Arya seemed to be the only one capable of moving, for Eragon was still afraid to scare her away...but that fear slowly faded away when she smoothed her hand to graze his cheek. She slowly moved her hand from chin to his ear and played his hair onto her fingers. Eragon savored her touch and had to control his breathing that seemed to be increasing as they grew closer and inching towards each other. Enchantment was not the cause of this moment anymore. It thrived on the two within's true feelings.
Eragon finally took a step towards her and pressed her into him. He was no longer a boy, and he intended to let her know what had changed him into a man.
The moment of bliss begins to pass on.
(transferred and revised into 2nd chap, sorry for confusion(i am the confused one) )
a/n: I wanted to show that Eragon is maturing, he is not there yet, but he is getting there. I wanted to open Arya up some considering that before Eldest I thought her main reason for keeping closed was because of all the secrets she had been holding onto and how she probably felt that letting anyone in would expose her to more danger than she had already put herself in. Both have a mission and an obligation that they put before themselves, this connection between them should be used to make them stronger, but at the same time it could be their weakness too...i'll incorporate that later if you guys like my writing ...and I feel that my writing can be written with no forced thoughts, but ones that just fit right.
