A/N: This is going to be quite short, sorry for the inconvenience. Will right more next week when I update again!
Chapter 3
It had been three days since Arwen had entered Carvahall and met Eragon; Three days since she had last said goodbye to that poor deer she had killed. Eragons uncle had welcomed her into their home like she was part of their family. She was now staying in the bedroom-like barn and slept in the room closest to Eragons.
She had been hearing those voices around her for sometime now, calling her to go someplace. Of course she was to suspicious about these random voices and had decided to ignore them as it could easily be someone playing a trick on her, then again, how was anyone to know things about her?
"Nagz Reisa" She whispered, having the blanket on her bed rise into the air and fold itself neatly on top of the bed. Satisfied with her so called work, she walked out the door to find Roran looking at her curiously.
"You're an elf, aren't you?" he muttered to her in the quietest tone of voice.
"Maybe I am" She whispered back.
"You speak confidently in the ancient language" He pointed out.
She had been caught, out of all things she had wanted to happen.
"Yes, you have caught me, turn me in if you like" She grimaced at the thoughts of what they would do to her as elves were not very popular around the guards.
"Why would I do such a thing, you're only a half-bred"
"How would you know that?"
"Your ears aren't pointy!" Roran laughed