A/N: I changed my mind about what I was going to include and it ended up a lot shorter than I originally intended. When I got to where I ended it, it just seemed better to end it there and then include the rest of what I had planned in the next chapter. The next chapter should hopefully be a lot more exciting.

* * * Eragon's POV * * *

I was seated in Saphira's saddle, flying low in the sky, teaching the new Riders. But I was also soaring through the skies with my beautiful blue dragoness again and enjoying it, just as I used to in the days before the Great Battle at Urû'Baen. Above me Arya and Groenur, were cork-screwing through the air, also teaching our new apprentices flight skills.

The blue dragon, which looked so similar to Saphira just on a smaller scale, and the turquoise dragon hovered in the air behind, watching, observing, learning.

"Wow. That was amazing, Mum!" Brom shouted to Arya. I couldn't see but I knew she smiled. It was in her voice as she replied.

"Well, let's see you and Evandar try it, and then maybe we can talk about how amazing it was," she replied, her musical voice carried by the favourable wind.

My only son leaned down and tightened the saddle straps around his legs, thank Gûntera for that, and then his blue dragon, Evandar, flared his wings, beating them to gain speed. He arched his neck and flung his tail out as he pulled his wings in close, and successfully cork-screwed on the first attempt.

I never pictured myself as the worrying parent, Saphira, but the thought of my five year old son doing acrobatics in mid-air has me sweating buckets.

Little One, Saphira snorted, did I ever let you fall? No, I didn't. Evandar is my son; he will not let your Little One fall.

It hurt my head, trying to figure out how my children appeared to have inherited their mother's ability to do everything perfectly on the first try. Even Ilia was getting very close to besting me in a swordfight. Arya and I were more evenly matched as a result of my transformation, but it seemed as if Brom and Ilia had inherited both our skill put together. Although for that I was grateful, even if it meant I would soon lose in a duel before my son, it meant they would be able to protect themselves.

There wouldn't be much more training Brom and Ilia could receive whilst staying in Dorú Areaba. As elves, they already had magic and could use it. They had basic flight covered, and teaching aerial manoeuvres for battle was something I hoped they would never need, but that could be taught anywhere. No, the last thing my children and their dragons really needed to learn was politics and diplomacy, but as the only inhabitants on Vroengard, it would be very hard for them. I knew we were going to have to return to Alagaësia mainland for that.

Angela's fortune telling still hung over my head though. Every part of it had come true. I had left Alagaësia. I had an epic romance with someone of noble birth, who, if only in my eyes alone, was certainly wise and beautiful beyond compare. I was betrayed by my half-brother, Murtagh, and my father died before my eyes. But part of it had said I would never return to Alagaësia. How was I going to teach my children, the first of the new Rider's, politics, without visiting the King and Queen of Alagaësia; the Council of Alagaësia; the King of the Dwarves, my adopted brother and clan chief, Orik or the Queen of the elves?

Without warning, I felt Arya's mind surround my own, seeking entry. I let her in without hesitation. Most of the time, I left my mind unshielded, after all there was no-one to take advantage of that on Vroengard.

Eragon? What's wrong?

I'm worried, I admitted.

Why? What are you worried about?

Arya, my beautiful princess, I'm worried about returning to Alagaësia. Angela said I would never set foot there again. I'm worried about what might happen if I do.

Eragon. She sighed as she spoke my name, ignoring the fact I had called her princess when she hated it. Nothing is going to happen. I'll be there, as will Groenur, Saphira, Brom, Ilia, Evandra and Jarla.

And that is precisely what I'm worried about.

* * * Arya's POV * * *

We were halfway to Alagaësia now. I shared some of Eragon's anxieties. Of course I worried that my children would get hurt, what mother wouldn't? But I knew I could take care of myself, Eragon and the twins. It was my duty as Rider, mother and mate. After flying for leagues, the dragons took the opportunity to rest their weary wings and sink into the great expanse of ocean, and swim using their tails to propel them through the water.

Brom and Ilia were laughing, enjoying the splashes their dragons' tails made, and getting soaked by sea spray. Sometimes it was easy to forget that they were five. Because of the mantle of being a Dragon Rider, they'd both had to grow up quickly, losing time to be a child, just as I had because of the death of my father. In a way that was my biggest regret. I was happy my children would know the joys of being a Dragon Rider, but I would always feel remorse for the fact that I had contributed to the loss of their childhood. It made me happy to see them behaving like children for once.

I thought back to the day the eggs had hatched for Brom and Ilia.

Every day for a month after Eragon had shown them the three eggs Saphira had given us, they had run to the vault Eragon had placed them in for safe-keeping, desperate to make sure the eggs were still there. I had begun to think the eggs wouldn't hatch for them as I'd originally hoped. I had wanted nothing more for my children than for them to feel the joy of being one with another being. On the thirty-second day, they had run down there and ran their hands over the hard shells, only to have the eggs start to hatch. Terrified they had done something to make the eggs quake and roll on their cushions; they ran to fetch Eragon and I and, dragging us by the hands, brought us to the eggs. On their pedestals in the centre of the room, the deep navy blue egg was shaking, as was the turquoise on the other side of the still green dragon egg.

"We're sorry! We didn't do anything! It's not our fault!" Ilia had cried.

I had pulled her up, and into my arms, shushing her.

"Ilia, it's okay we know you and Brom didn't so anything. Nothing bad is happening to the dragons. This is good, it means they're hatching. For you and Brom. You'll be Dragon Riders, like father and I."

She had stared at me, wide-eyed.

"I will be a Dragon Rider?"

I had smiled and given her a nod. Brom was still hiding behind Eragon's leg, gripping it in fear. I had walked to him and, taking an arm away from Ilia's back, ruffled his hair. He had finally stepped around Eragon's leg, and taking his hands, Eragon and I had watched the eggs hatching.

I smiled at the memory, the innocence of my two children, mentally wondering whether the child growing in my womb would be the same, as my hand trailed to my stomach, caressing the skin there and hoping that the child would feel my touch. I hadn't told Eragon yet, I'd only found out the day before we left Vroengard, and I wanted to be able to be alone with him to tell him. I decided that it was probably a good thing that Eragon didn't know I was pregnant again. If he did, he probably would have locked me in Dorú Areaba so I wouldn't be in danger.

After ten hours of travelling, Brom and Ilia were worn out and had slouched forwards in their saddles, leaning against the necks of Evandar and Jarla, falling asleep.

Groenur told me across our link that he'd just seen land through the shifting clouds. I sighed in relief. I was anxious to get Brom and Ilia into proper beds. We were flying towards Carvahall in the hopes of visiting Roran before continuing on to Du Weldenvarden and Ellesméra to introduce our children to their grandmother. Then we planned to fly through the Hardarac Desert to Farthen Dûr to visit Orik. We would then go to Urû'Baen to visit Nasuada and Murtagh, the one part of the journey I was not looking forward to, before making a detour down towards Dras-Leona to visit Brom's grave.

I looked over to Eragon and relayed to him what Groenur had told me. He nodded and looked down to make sure that Saphira's remaining eggs, the wild purple one and the green egg were still in the sling he had secured over his shoulder.

We landed in the Spine and Eragon lifted Brom and Ilia from their saddles while I busied myself lighting a fire and taking the food from the packs on the sides of Groenur's saddle. I then removed the saddles from the four dragons, allowing them to go hunting.

Brom and Ilia awoke to the pungent smell of vegetable stew cooking over the fire. They yawned and stretched before moving closer to huddle by the fire.

The dragons soon returned and Brom and Ilia, retreated under Evandar and Jarla's wings to sleep warmly, leaving Eragon and I sitting side by side, against Groenur and Saphira's front legs, as they lightly slept, necks intertwined.

It was my first moment alone with Eragon to finally tell him about our child.

"Eragon?" I spoke softly so as not to wake any of the sleeping dragons or our young children.

He was gazing intently at the fire, deep in thought. "Hmm?"

"I have something to tell you." That got his attention. His head swivelled, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm pregnant," I whispered with a wide, easy smile.

He looked at me with wonder in his eyes, as though he were staring deep into my soul.

"Arya," he whispered urgently, pulling me into his lap and pressing his lips against mine. "How long have you known?"

"Only a few days," I replied in equally hushed tones. I pulled his lips back to mine and twisted my fingers into his hair, securing his head to mine.

Drawing away, he said, "Well then, you had better rest." He effortlessly lifted my off the ground and together we slipped under Groenur and Saphira's wings layered one on top of the other. He lay on his back and pulled me to his side so my head was resting on his chest.

"I love you," he murmured sleepily.

"I love you too."

"Did I ever tell you I'm enchanted by you?"

I laughed under my breath. "I think you might have mentioned it once or twice but I don't mind hearing about it again." But he was already asleep. I laughed once more, before closing my eyes and drifting to sleep in the arms of the man I loved.

A/N: So that's the end. Was it okay where I ended it? Too much fluff? Please review to tell me what you think.