There You'll Be
There You'll Be
Chapter Three - Tequila Talkin
A/n – and here we go again!! Yahoo!! note sarcasm Sorry this is another long one. lol. How many people actually read that first one? But ok, once again, I do not believe this is anything that could ever possibly happen in the actual books. But, then again, neither are all the Saphira/Eragon fics, the Murtagh/Eragon fics, the Saphira/Arya fics (I think I saw that one somewhere...can't remember). Those are the stories I wanna know how people came up with them!! But anyways, what I'm saying is...ya'll don't need to stress so much!! lol. I warned you in the 1st chapter that i am terrible at starting out stories. This particular story started from the middle and worked itself out both directions (I think I've got it loosely planned out until the kid's like...20. haha. I may be making a sequal for that part though!!). So ya, I had to decide...okay, so how did Arya get pregnant. lol. Lemme tell ya...that was quite amusing. I ended up with 3 possible solutions. There was this one which I found the most fun with and could do the most with. There was another boring future fic where they've already gotten together and we can skip all the fun...I thought this was more original so I'm leaving the future fics to other writers. Then I had a darker fic...but it woulda involved a LOT of background info and probably woulda been 20 chapters in before we "got down to business". So ya...fun stuff, ain't it? Hopefully this story will run smoother once we actually get past all this fun setting stuff up phase. :D
I suggest you read this paragraph! lol. I know people probably aren't reading these. But I might as well tell you where I'm taking this. This is not some story that I'm writing off the top of my head. The idea was random and wouldn't leave me alone but I've really thought this out. I know exactly where I'm taking it. First, as I've already said, there isn't going to be a good response to this on any side really. But basically...Arya is about to go through Hell again. And let's see...I suppose I can tell you this...I think Arya already has feelings for Eragon. I'm including my opinions in this story. So basically, she likes him. She's just extremely confused and refusing to admit it. Oh, and I don't think I've mentioned this but I did a lot of research on pregnancy (and some on young children...I'll probably be doing more as we get closer to "the birth"). lol. I am changing details (since elves are different from humans, I figured their pregnancies would be different too) but I found a lot of stuff I can play with. :p I'm telling you, I am about to put Arya through physical and emotional hell!! haha. Which, in turn, will most likely put Eragon through hell. Hmm...what else...I am an incrediably random person. My coming up with this story is proof enough. There will be parts of this story (particularly any chapters that aren't extremely planned out) that are complete and total random nonsense. It's basically an idea that popped into my head as I was writing and I decided to throw it in for fun. Oh, and this might explain a bit. haha. My writing is done primarily between the hours of midnight and 4 a.m. So ya, there are days I am a bit outta it when I'm writing...those tend to be the chapters/parts that have you going "what the hell is she thinking?" Trust me, I'm thinking it too when I reread some of this stuff. Hmm...I guess that's good. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask.
Oh, and I won't go into too much detail about the funeral or Eragon's initiation into the Dûrgrimst Ingeitum. The funeral because it will be boring, the initiation because I found a much more amusing way to do it. You'll see. :D Well, enjoy. Oh, and this was written the same day as chapter 2...at about 3 in the morning. So my strange humor has carried over to this chapter I'm afraid. lol. Be prepared for lots of awkwardness and embarrassment. lol. So anyways enjoy...and sorry about the extremely long a/n again...I'll try to be better and I'm not really expecting anyone to actually sit through them. haha
LALALA
The next morning, Arya was gone. In all honesty, he had expected her to be. For a brief moment he wondered if the night before had even happened but he could still smell the faint scent of pine needles surrounding him and knew that she had been there. He stood up and stretched, allowing Saphira to stand up as well. Good morning little one. She sounded smug. Arya left only a few minutes ago. I must admit that was the funniest thing I've seen in awhile. She was rather distressed when she woke to find herself cuddled up with you. Eragon's eyes got wide. He hoped he hadn't done anything to upset her, even if he had been sleeping.
"I didn't…do anything, did I?" he asked hesitantly.
No, you didn't do a thing. She, on the other hand, managed to push you down at some point during the night and woke up on top of you. Saphira chuckled deep in her throat. You may not want to mention it. She seemed relieved when you didn't wake up. Eragon nodded. He wasn't about to do anything that would risk their friendship.
Hrothgar's funeral was a few hours later. It reminded him terribly of Ajihad's funeral, only on a bigger scale. Almost every dwarf in the Beor Mountains had showed up to see their king off to the afterlife. Afterwards, they'd be choosing a new king, as well as a new clan leader for the Dûrgrimst Ingeitum. Eragon and Saphira plodded along behind Orik, who was unsuccessfully trying not to break down. As they approached the end of the procession, Arya fell in step beside him, prepared to explain something to him should he not understand. She smiled, greeting him and they walked in silence. She appeared somewhat tense but relaxed when she realizes he wasn't going to say anything about the previous night. She stood beside him during the whole ceremony, occasionally leaning over and whispering something in his ear, and finally it was over. A small group of dwarves walked to the middle of the room. It was time to begin again. A new leader would be chosen for Hrothgar's clan and then, from all the clan leaders, a new king. The dwarf council had been chosen to select a new clan leader. Everyone waited in impatient silence as they consulted among each other. Finally one of the stood up straight and called for everyone's attention.
"After taking Hrothgar's wishes into consideration, we have decided to nominate Orik, son of Thrifk, for the position of clan leader for the Dûrgrimst Ingeitum."
Eragon clapped and cheered with the rest of the crowd as Orik stepped forward to accept the title. Saphira roared her approval and even Arya cheered loudly. After Orik stepped back, the noise died down. The clan leaders were all called down, as well as a second council who would pick the new king. No one expected Orik to win that nomination when he hadn't yet proven himself so everyone was surprised when Orik was voted upon unanimously. Their reasoning was that, in this time of war, they wanted someone who would know what to do and would protect them at any cost. Orik was the best candidate for the job. He was crowned immediately. Afterwards he came running up and hugged Eragon, babbling unintelligible nonsense. They could occasionally decipher the name of the dwarf god, Helzvog.
"Congratulations." Eragon nearly shouted, excited for his friend. Aye. Congratulations little king. Saphira said, projecting her thoughts directly to the dwarf. She nudged him with her nose since she couldn't hug him.
"Congratulations Orik. You will do a great job." Arya said. For a moment it looked like Orik, in his euphoric state, was going to hug her too but then common sense got the better of him and he backed away.
"This was the last thing I expected!! Clan leader was one thing but KING!!" He almost fell over laughing. For the next hour, people were constantly coming up, bowing to their new king and congratulating him. Orik seemed to be basking in his newfound power. Congratulating him one last time, Eragon and Saphira excused themselves. Orik had repeatedly reminded them to be back at sunset for his official initiation into their clan. He wanted to go change and take a break before returning to the celebration.
LALALA
The next morning, Eragon rolled onto his back, groaning loudly. The sunlight streaming through the open flap door did nothing to help his headache. He felt the side of his bed sink down slightly as someone sat beside him. He pulled the blanket down slowly, coming face to face with Arya. She was leaning over him, her dark hair falling forward and tickling his face. He groaned again, covering his eyes in hopes of stopping the pounding headache. She smiled at his obvious pain.
"Good morning." She said cheerily, "Feeling okay?" He really didn't appreciate her mocking. He groaned and then looked at her.
"What time is it?" His voice was hoarse so he cleared his throat.
"About noon. You had a lovely night, didn't you?" Okay. She was definitely mocking him now.
"What happened?" he groaned. He couldn't remember much about the night before. He remember getting to the party, drinking, singing, drinking some more, dwarves cheering about something, more drinking. Other than that it was blank. He had no idea when Arya showed up, if she even did. But thinking about it, he figured that she must have come if she was with him now.
"Well, when I got there it was about 9. You were completely drunk…so was Saphira…and every other dwarf or human in the hall for that matter." She frowned briefly at the memory, "I followed you around for a couple hours and when you started vomiting I brought you back to my tent to sleep it off." She told him, a bright smile on her face. He quietly prayed that he didn't make a fool of himself in front of her while he was drunk. As her grin got wider, he realized he must have done or said something.
"What did I do?" He asked, not sure he wanted to know. She just shook her head, the goofy grin still plastered on her face. He looked at her seriously and she bit her lip. Her cheeks were beginning to ache from smiling so much.
"Nothing too terrible…don't worry. Though you did start rambling quite a bit on the way back here." Her grin widened again, "There was a lot of talk about the baby. Actually, all you talked about was the baby…" she began laughing, "who you seemed to think already existed because you began talking to my stomach!" She seemed to be in quite high spirits as she remembered his drunken actions.
"I didn't…" he groaned. He had been assuming that he had made a fool of himself but he hadn't expected anything that humiliating.
"Oh yes. Though I think my favorite part was when we got back to the tent. I sat beside you and you kissed my stomach. And when I informed you that there was no baby in there, you basically suggested that we put one in here." She laughed, patting her belly. He groaned, covering his head with the blanket as his face turned red. He couldn't believe he had done that. Finally he lowered the blanket, peaking out at her.
"We didn't…did we?" He was kind of hoping he'd be able to remember the one time he'd be allowed to lie with her.
"No. I have no intentions of returning to Ellesméra alone and pregnant." She couldn't stop smiling so he tried to ignore her, looking anywhere but at her.
"Sorry," he said gruffly.
"It's okay. At least I know our baby will have a loving, devoted father…though it could be an interesting pregnancy if you're going to act like you did last night." He threw the covers back over his head, completely embarrassed now. On top of everything, he still had a throbbing headache. She watched him in silence, slowly calming down. "So really, how are you?" she finally asked, her voice soft.
"My head is pounding," he said grumpily, "And your mocking really wasn't helping."
"I'm sorry." She said, though he doubted she meant it. She was having too much fun laughing at him. She did look concerned though, which pleased him to an extent.
"Did you stay with me all night?" he wondered.
"Of course. It is my tent after all. I didn't want to leave you alone because you were vomiting quite a bit. Roran was just a tad bit drunk as well so I brought you back here instead."
"Thank you."
"I need to get back to work. Take care of yourself." She tapped him lightly on the arm and stood up. Eragon stared after her with half-opened eyes. Thankfully, she closed the flap on her way out, making the tent considerably darker. He lay still for a few minutes longer and then drug himself out of the bed.
The day dragged by slowly for everyone who had attended the party the night before. The men from Carvahall had, unfortunately, learned that the dwarves were willing to hand out more alcohol than anyone could possibly consume. Sparring practice had been put on hold for the day since everyone had a terrible headache so Eragon decided to catch up with Roran and some of his old friends instead. They flopped down in the grass outside their tents, content to spend the day reminiscing about their travels and old times. For the hundredth time, Eragon repeated the story of what had happened since he'd left Carvahall. They never seemed to tire of hearing that story. He paused when he saw Arya approaching. He struggled to keep his face from flushing, still embarrassed by the previous night. All the boys around him were staring at her in awe but she completely ignored them, looking only at him.
"Hey!! You're the elf!!" Baldor exclaimed as she got closer. She held back a smile at his statement, which had been quickly followed by Albriech slapping him upside the head for his impertinence.
"My name is Arya."
"You're the one from Eragon's story!!" Like so many before him, Baldor was entranced by the graceful elf but, unlike the others, Baldor was not the least bit bashful around her.
She faced Eragon, "May I speak with you and Saphira?" When he began to rise, Arya walked away without another word. He and Saphira followed dutifully. He could hear the whistles and cheers from his rowdy friends and noticed Arya roll her eyes at their childish behavior. She finally stopped a distance away from the camp and turned to face him.
"I'll be leaving for Ellesméra in the morning. I'm not certain if I'll see you again before then so I wanted to wish you good luck on your journey. Be careful Shadeslayer." She looked at Saphira then, "You be careful as well and bring them all back safely." Saphira lowered her head, I will. I wish you luck as well.
"I appreciate it." She paused, looking at the setting sun, "I must go. I still need to finish preparing for my journey." She hesitates and then hugs him, whispering, "When we both return, we'll begin planning for the baby." She stepped back and smiled at him before turning to leave.
As they watched her go, Saphira turned to Eragon. Ask her if she'd like to come with us. We can drop her off outside Du Weldenvarden on our way to Helgrind. It's only a few days out of our way. Eragon nodded and ran after her.
"Arya, wait!" She stopped and faced him. "Would you like to come with us? We've planned to leave in the next day or two anyways. We can drop you off at the edge of the forest."
"Eragon, I appreciate the offer but no. I couldn't possibly-"
"Why not? It would be a lot quicker. It's not too far out of our way. Anyways, it would give us a chance to talk about-" she clapped a hand over his mouth, glancing around her anxiously.
"Don't speak so loudly." She hisses. He nods so she removes her hand, taking a step away from him.
"Please, let us take you." Arya sighs and shakes her head.
"Eragon, it wouldn't be fair to make Saphira carry three people."
Arya, it was my idea anyways. Besides, you weigh very little. And I'll be carrying three people when we find Katrina. Saphira reminded her.
"But it's out of your way. I'll be fine on my own. I've made this trip many times."
It is not that far for a dragon. It's a few days out of our way, who cares? Arya looks between them and then sighs, defeated.
"Ask your cousin if he minds." She follows them back to the group of young men. She stands back with Saphira while Eragon crouches down next to his cousin.
"Roran, do you mind if we drop Arya off near Ellesméra before we go get Katrina? It's only a couple days out of the way." Roran looks at him curiously but nods.
"I've waited this long. A few more days won't hurt." Eragon gestures for Arya to come over.
When she gets closer, he calls out "I told you Roran wouldn't mind." She rolls her eyes slightly.
"Roran, I appreciate this greatly and I hope you are successful in getting Katrina back safely."
"Thank you." Roran quietly whispers, growing solemn at the mention of Katrina. Arya looks between him and Eragon.
"When are we leaving?"
"I'll see about getting supplies ready and we can leave in the morning." Eragon said. Arya nods and Roran looks shocked that they'll be leaving so soon.
"I'll speak to Orik about getting more food. I'll need to inform him and Nasuada about the change of plans anyways."
"Okay. I need to fetch another suit of armor for Roran. Is there anything else you need?"
"No. I'll see you in the morning."
LALALA
The next day, Arya looked over her shoulder one last time before stepping out of her tent, immediately colliding into Eragon. She took a step backwards, staring at him in shock.
"Hello…" she said slowly, looking at him confused.
"I was just coming to check on you. Roran was getting impatient."
"I'm ready." She said, throwing her pack over her shoulder and stepping around him. He kept pace beside her. He remained silent but was constantly glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as they walked. A few minutes later, they finally approached the hall where Saphira and Roran were waiting. Roran was pacing, obviously nervous. She wondered whether he was nervous about finding Katrina or flying. Eragon had told her that Roran had never ridden Saphira before so he was likely afraid to be flying. Roran greeted them with a relieved sigh.
"Ready?" he asked. Arya nodded, watching Eragon climb into the saddle. She looked at Roran and he gestured for her to mount next. She took Eragon's hand, swinging herself up behind him. She scooted forward to give Roran more room and then offered him her hand. He took it hesitantly and attempted to mount. She struggled to keep a straight face as he attempted to scramble up Saphira's side. For a moment she considered dismounting so she could help lift him up but decided against it. She didn't want to hurt his pride too badly. Saphira crouched down as low as she could, trying to make it easier for him to mount. Finally Arya sighed, hooking her leg through Eragon's to keep her in place. She leaned over, grabbing Roran's arm with both hands and hauled him up. He managed to scramble up, kicking her roughly in the leg. He mumbled an apology as she flinched slightly, gritting her teeth. She'd probably have a noticeable bruise tonight. Roran cautiously wrapped an arm around her waist, putting as much distance between them as possible. She looked over her shoulder.
"You can hold on tighter than that." She didn't want him to fall off because he was afraid to hold onto her. He nodded and swallowed nervously but didn't tighten his grip. Suddenly Saphira lunged into the air and Arya smiled, feeling Roran wrap both arms around her tightly. She loosely wrapped her arm around Eragon's waist and grabbed Roran's pants leg with her free hand to reassure herself that he wouldn't be going anywhere.
The sun was already setting when they finally decided to land for the night. Roran was still gripping her waist tightly but had loosened up a bit since they had left. Eragon spotted a clearing in the woods and Saphira began her descent. Roran immediately lost his seat and slammed into Arya, pushing her into Eragon's back. He began apologizing and tried to correct himself. A moment later she felt him slam into her again, throwing her against Eragon. She grunted as the breath was knocked out of her and then reached around, keeping him from moving again. She'd rather stay sandwiched between the two boys than be hit from behind again. Saphira landed lightly and Roran quickly scooted backwards. Roran sat behind her, clueless about how to dismount.
"Grab my waist, throw your leg over and jump down." She told him. No one could get off until Roran did. The next thing she knew, she was landing heavily on top of Roran. Eragon was doubled over laughing and Saphira was chuckling deep in her throat.
"You were supposed to let go of her when you jumped!" Eragon said, struggling to breathe. She quickly leapt to her feet and then stood back and watched Roran crawl to his feet. Eragon slid down Saphira's side and began unsaddling her, still letting out the occasional laugh. Roran was blushing, afraid to approach her. He sank to the ground a distance away, his legs unsteady from the hours of flying. She began digging through the saddlebags and finally pulled out three cups and a small pouch of crumbled nettle leaves. Eragon looked at her, confused, and she just smiled. She sat down across from Roran and began filling the cups water. She whispered "boil" and handed one of the cups to Roran. Roran cautiously took it, looking unsure.
"It's just tea. It will relax you. You seem tense." She told him, sipping her own to prove that it was okay. He glanced down at it and then cautiously tried it. Eragon came and sat beside her, pulling food out of the saddlebags. Roran was watching her curiously. She met his eyes and he glanced away before meeting her gaze again.
"You can do magic?" he finally asked. She nodded.
"All elves can."
"Couch you teach me?" he asked, curious. Eragon hesitated and then looked at her. She frowned but nodded.
"You could learn but I wouldn't risk trying. The Varden has several magicians but none are as strong as an elf or a Dragon Rider. Most can't heal a simple bruise." She's serious and forces him to meet her gaze, "Using magic will drain a person's strength. Use too much and it can kill you." Roran nodded, apparently dismissing the idea. They ate in silence. She could feel Roran's eyes on her so she looked up, raising her eyebrows.
"So you live in Ellesméra?" She nodded. She was wondering when he'd begin asking questions. He was too much like his cousin.
"When I'm not with the Varden, yes."
"How long have you been with the Varden?" he asked, sipping his tea as he waited for her reply. She looked at Eragon. She had assumed he would have brought her up when he told Roran of his adventures. She turned back to Roran, watching him over the rim of her cup with a raised eyebrow. Finally she lowered the cup and looked at him seriously.
"I've been the elves ambassador for seventy years now." She said, returning the cup to her lips. Roran began coughing, spilling tea all over himself.
"You've got to be joking!" he sputtered. She shook her head.
"Not at all."
"But…then you'd be-." She cut him off, nodding.
"I'll be a hundred and one in just over a month."
"But…you could have great-grandchildren our age!!" Roran exclaimed. Arya tilted her head, considering him for a moment.
"I suppose I could, if elves reproduced at the same rate as humans or dwarves."
"Do you have children?" he asked. He kept looking at Eragon, a mixture of disbelief and disgust written all over his face. She supposed he knew about Eragon's feelings for her and it made her a bit upset that he was so obviously disgusted by the thought. She may be over a hundred years old but she didn't age the way humans did.
"Roran, leave her alone." Eragon cut in.
"It's okay," she assured him. "And no, I don't have any children. By elf standards, I'm actually very young. My own mother was just over seven hundred when I was born. There isn't any reason for an elf my age to even consider having children." Roran just continued to stare at her, disbelieving. She was really starting to feel offended.
"But if you wanted to, could you?"
"Do you mean would it even be possible for me to get pregnant or would it be acceptable for me to?" She looked up and met Eragon's gaze before turning and staring at the ground. She plucked a single blade of grass, twirling it around between her fingers. "It is possible for me to become pregnant but it wouldn't be acceptable. I'd be risking everything by doing so. The elves have hundreds of customs that have been upheld for centuries. Because we're immortal, children are extremely rare. Only couples that have been together for centuries would even consider having a child. To have a child is the greatest honor and responsibility that can be bestowed upon any living being. It is not something to be taken lightly." She held Eragon's gaze as she repeated what she had told him long ago. His face hardened into a blank mask as he continued to stare at her.
LALALA
The night before they parted, they made camp in Du Weldenvarden. Roran had fallen asleep almost immediately after dinner and Saphira was snoring soundly, tired from flying for so long. Eragon glanced at his cousin and then his brown eyes connected with hers. He pointed in the direction away from camp. She nodded and stood up, wiping her hands against her pants, and followed him away from the camp. They settled themselves against a large tree and Eragon observed her quietly.
"How are you?" he asked, concerned. After nearly a week of flying, Roran had still not gained his balance. Every time they landed, Arya ended up jammed between them. Whenever he tried to correct himself, he only succeeded in pushing her further against Eragon's back. In addition, he'd nearly pulled her off twice when he began slipping. It was only due to her quick reflexes that they both stayed in the saddle.
"I'm all right but you may want to reconsider putting Katrina between you. If she's injured she may not appreciate being thrown around." She said, deciding not to tell him about the bruises that were rapidly spreading over her body. Every day new bruises formed over older ones. She was thankful that she healed quickly.
"Aye…I may put him in the front and strap his legs down."
"That may be a good idea." She paused, looking at him curiously, "Surely you wished to speak of something other than how to keep Roran from injuring anyone else." Eragon hesitated and then nodded.
"What you said the other night…do you really think the elves will react so badly?" Arya sighed. She had hoped to avoid this conversation but was surprised it took him this long to bring it up. She met his eyes, serious.
"Eragon, you've lived among the elves. You've met my mother. Are you so naive to think this would go over well? I have no doubt that they will react badly. I have told you several times now that a child is the greatest symbol of love between mates. Not only are we not in love, we are not even mates. And, though I may not care for the title, I am the princess. I will be judged harsher than any other elf. I will be breaking dozens of our oldest customs by doing this but I'm willing to do it. Wiol ono." For you.
"I don't want to cause another rift between you and your mother." He admitted quietly. Arya shook her head, smiling reassuringly.
"She will be angry but I don't believe she will disown me. She did not fair well during my absence. I believe the past seventy years have impacted her enough to prevent another rift like that from occurring." Eragon met her eyes hesitantly.
"But what if she does?" Arya looked at him sadly but didn't break eye contact.
"Then we will deal with it. I have lived most my life without my mother. I don't wish to but I can survive without her." She paused, contemplating their situation. "I believe our biggest problem with be the other elves." Eragon looked at her, confused.
"But they seemed devoted to you, even when Queen Islanzadi wouldn't speak to you."
"But there is one big difference." She said softly, "When my mother and I weren't speaking, the elves did not take sides. It was a personal argument. I had done nothing wrong. This time, we'll be involving the elves directly. We just have to hope Islanzadi is not too angry. Her reaction will influence how they respond." She takes a deep breath and then smiles at him. "So I've been thinking. At least for now, I don't want anyone to know about the child, not even Nasuada. I don't want anyone pressuring him to be anything more than a normal child. He or she will be raised as a normal elf, an elf prince or princess, but that is all. I won't raise him with the sole purpose of becoming a Dragon Rider. I don't know if I even want to tell the child the reason for his being conceived. As he grows up, he's sure to have questions about why his family isn't like the other children's families. I don't know if I want to tell him…I have time to make that decision though."
"That sounds fair. If he was raised to be the next Rider, it could just lead to disappointment." Arya nodded. He was catching on.
"Exactly. I want him to have as normal a life as possible." She pauses and then says, "I've also been thinking about arrangements for the child, as well as for during my pregnancy. When we return to Ellesméra, we'll return to our separate rooms, as usual. I'm giving you permission to come visit whenever you like and I'll try to come see you more often than I did before. You still have much to learn about our race and there are still many things in Ellesméra I have yet to show you. You asked me to let you in during the pregnancy and I promise I will try."
"Thank you. And if there's anything I can do to make it easier for you, please tell me." She nodded briefly.
"For now, I just need a friend. I'll tell you if there's anything else you can do. When the baby arrives, I would like you to be there whenever it's possible. At first, the child will stay with me but as he gets older he can travel between us if he wants. You can be there as much or as little as you'd like. Just know, I won't be the only one depending on you if you say you're going to be there."
"I'll be there. I want to be there for everything." He paused, looking at her curiously. "What am I supposed to do while the baby is being born?" She stared at him, eyes wide. She hadn't been expecting that question.
"In that aspect, elves are the same as humans. The mother gives birth with the help of a few other women while the father waits outside. In this case, I may just send someone to tell you when the baby arrives." Eragon looks at her solemnly.
"What if I want to be there, be with you, when you're giving birth?" Arya stiffened. There was no way she was allowing him to see her when she was in that position. There was nothing she hated more than being weak and she knew she'd be at her most vulnerable while birthing their child. She opened her mouth to argue and then closed it, her entire body falling.
"We'll discuss that later. If the elves remain angry and are unreasonable, you may need to be there. I may need your help. Otherwise…we'll see. It will depend on how things are going between us." Though she wasn't fond of the idea, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to have him with her. As long as he behaved himself, she'd consider allowing him in the room with her. Eragon lowered his eyes, refusing to meet her gaze.
"I'm sorry for my behavior these past months." He said quietly. She smiled and laid a hand on his arm.
"I've already forgiven you." She stood up, taking his hand, and led him back towards camp, where Saphira and Roran were snoring loudly.
LALALA
The next morning, Eragon reluctantly said goodbye to Arya. He had enjoyed spending time with her again. She said goodbye to Saphira and Roran and then turned to leave. Her finger twitched slightly, asking him to follow her. They stopped a distance away and she turned to face him.
"Be careful Eragon Shadeslayer. I will see you soon."
"You be careful too. And give Oromis-ebrithil and Islanzadi Dröttning my greetings."
"I will." She paused and then said, "Roran is curious about our relationship. Tell him what you like but the child should remain a secret for now."
"I won't tell anyone without your permission" he swore in the ancient language. She nodded.
"Goodbye Eragon."
"Goodbye Arya." He whispered. He slowly walked back to where Saphira and Roran were waiting. He had a sudden urge to follow her. Ellesméra had been more of a home to him than anywhere since he had left his uncle's. He forced a smile and turned to his cousin. "Let's go find Katrina." Eragon watched the ground as they continued rising. Arya stared after them, shielding her eyes with her hand. Finally she turned, disappearing beneath the trees. Saphira turned, heading to Helgrind and leaving the forest far behind.
I called about that conversation
That I had with you last night
It must have been a combination
Of shooters and neon lights
And I didn't really mean to say
I've been losing it since you left
Yeah, I may have said the words
But they came from somewhere else
(Chorus)
It was just the tequila talking
When I told you I'm still not over you
I get a little sentimental
When I've had one or two
And that tear in my eye was the salt and the lime
Not the memory of you walking
If I said I'm still in love with you
It was just the tequila talking
I don't know what they put in Cuervo
That got me to say those things
Usually I wouldn't care so much
Or make such a scene
But seeing you there in that dress you were wearing
Just drove me right out of my head
So don't hold me responible
For anything I might have said
(Repeat chorus)
If I said I'm still in love with you
It was just the tequila talking.
LALALA
A/n - okay, there's that. lol. Now i have a question for everyone to answer. I will be posting chapter 4 and 5 close together. They are both a lot shorter than my normal chapters. Chapter 5 is rated M (more for safety than anything. I didn't get too detailed) and that's why I broke it from chapter 4. Chapter 4, honestly, is crap. lol. I'm not lying. That's another reason why I wanna post them together. But what I wanna know, how do ya'll want me to post?
Chapter 4 tuesday, chapter 5 Friday
Chapter 4 and 5 on Friday
Chapter 4 on Friday and Chapter 5 the following Tuesday.
It's ya'lls choice. I'll post them in any combo. But I'm not gonna make you wait a week for chapter 5. I don't want ya'll thinking about chapter 4 too long. haha. I had so much trouble with it that I finally wrote it down and moved on. lol. So I'm apologizing in advance. Well, I'd better get to work on my next chapter. lol. Finals are coming up so I need to get ahead of myself again. Guess I'll be writing all weekend...and I have an essay due Thursday. Fun.
But here are my thank you's (I love looking at screen names...always makes me wanna know the story behind them). lol. But all That just makes my jaw drop. lol. But thank you for reviewing: dark-angle0104, Reidak, Zmoe Anger, Euphora, Alathema, Lord Cornelius Ravencroft, Chocoboknight155, Hazelstar, christina, SilverAurora, hurting-angel, ANGELOFTHEBLACKROSES, fAteD lOvE, Ryder Blade, punkzi, Vaapad, Glaedrz, and mystery writer5775. And I always gotta add the people who put me on their alert list, even if they aren't reviewing. :D So thanks to Aya Hinata Kitsune (I wanna know the background on this name!! lol.), Dronzer, GundamWingFanatic90, SnowChika, and snowfairy11730. lol. And then for the people who've put me on their favorites but not reviewed I have: Firelover123, JakeJ, and sunqueen42. Ok, so how many people are laughing at me for typing this all out? raises hand lol. Pitiful but I feel the need to do it anyways...although I think I may faint if any more people join this lovely fanbase. haha. There are tooooo many numbers!! lol. I'm not a numbers person. lol.