Eragon and Saphira landed right in the middle of the celebration. After jumping off of Saphira Eragon looked around, only to find himself surrounded by drunk elves. The party just started, why are they all drunk already? Eragon asked the partner of his heart.

Maybe we should ask was Saphira's only reply. So Eragon walked throughout the entire party, looking for an elf whom wasn't drunk. After about ten minutes of searching he finally found one. Walking up behind the one person who wasn't swaying from side to side, and turned her around.

Eragon was instantly breathless, looking at her. "Arya?"

"Yes," she said turning around. She was wearing an emerald dress that went down to her feet, laced with gold thread at the borders. The dress perfectly matched both her eyes and her dragon. She looked so beautiful that Eragon found it hard to breath. Her hair fell freely from the top of her head all the way down to the small of her back.

Finally finding the oxygen needed, Eragon replied, "Arya, I did not know it was you, where is Eridor?" He was glad he could think of something to say, he didn't want "why are all the elves so drunk" to be the first words he said to her.

"He is over talking to Saphira, ever since becoming mates he hasn't wanted to leave her side for a second," she responded. "Why do you ask? Do you need him for something?"

"No, no, I was merely wondering. How do you like the celebration?"

"Oh, its wonderful, apart from the fact that all the elves are drunk."

"Actually I was meaning to ask you about that, I don't see how everyone can be drunk this early in the celebration."

"Oh, well they were all drunk before they got here," she said as if it was he simplest thing in the world. "They were celebrating at home and then came here." That made Eragon feel better, at first he thought that all the elves didn't want to be there so they drank.

That's just what your paranoid mind was telling you Saphira told him.

"So," Eragon said, ignoring Saphira's comment, "What all is planned for tonight?"

"Well I'm not exactly sure. The Queen will probably call you up to do something, maybe a speech, other than that I'm not sure," she said, with a slightly sad look on her face. Eragon was puzzled at this. Why would she seem so sad? It was as if she was sad that she wasn't able to tell him what he wanted to know.

"Oh, great, I get to give a speech," he said sarcastically.

"Well, you could always hide, and if you don't come up when they call you then they will assume that you are at the house," she proposed. This shocked Eragon, since when is Arya ok with him skipping out on something like this? She was acting more and more weird each day.

Choosing to point this out, Eragon said, "Arya, are you ok? You've been acting weird lately."

She looked at him with a quizzical look, "Weird how?" she asked.

Not wanting to bring up this morning in front of all the elves round them, even though they were drunk, he grabbed her hand and walked them through to the other side of the party, into the forest and kept walking. Eventually letting go of her hand, he started walking more slowly, intending to talk while walking.

"I mean like this morning, you acted so calmly when you woke up next to me like that, and now you suggest that I skip out on the speech I'm going to have to give. What's going on with you?" By now they were walking side by side, not to anywhere particular.

It was a while before she answered, so long in fact that Eragon thought she wouldn't, but then she said, "I just don't want to get into ant fights, with us living together it wouldn't be very good if we were arguing would it?"

It was a rhetorical question, and Eragon knew that, but he answered anyway, "Arya, people are bound to get into arguments at some point, and besides, we both know that reason is a lie."

Arya stopped at this, looking down to her feet. Eragon stopped too, looking back at her. He wished he hadn't said that, she probably didn't want to talk about it. Eventually she bagan to walk forward again, not saying anything. They came to a clearing just as the trees were starting to get too thick to walk through. They stopped to look at the stars, so beautiful.

"Arya, if you don't want to tell me you don't have to. I was just-," Eragon began, but she cut him off.

"How do you feel about me?"

Eragon was taken aback by this question, "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean do you still feel the same way you did back at the Blood Oath celebration? When you stood in the very spot your standing in now, and told me you would do anything for me? Eragon…do you still love me?"

This is exactly where Eragon didn't want to be. He knew that if he told her the truth their friendship would be gone, so he told her, "No."

"Say it in the Ancient Language."

He couldn't believe it, she was backing him into a corner, forcing him to tell her the truth. He tried to tell her no, but the Ancient Language wouldn't let him. Eventually he was forced to say, "Even more now than then."

He stood there, looking at his feet, knowing that it was all over. After what seemed like an eternity he looked up, only to find that she had gone. The love of his life had rejected him again.

I changed the ending cause I figured I could go a little farther with them. NonStickMage had a point, it was a little sudden.