AN:

ExA-mazing: I actually thought that Arya taking the egg without talking to Eragon about it was a little less out of character. About Saphira knowing Eragon's alive – he died for a short while. About Murtagh, I know he shouldn't be accepted but I just didn't know what to do with it… I'll fix it though in the future.

Thanks for the reviews! Love them. Please keep them up!

I know that i left out some parts in between, I didn't see any reason to put them...

Eragon and Nasuada's speeches (you'll see...) might not be so good, i know... i'm not so good at this stuff... take the spirit of the words more than the words themselves, that's what i had in mind when i wrote it...

The coronation:

Eragon was standing in Galbatorix's old throne room for the first time since the battle. It was weird for him to be there again, he could still see in his mind Galbatorix standing over him, blood seeping through his hands that were clutching his stomach, but he thought that the coronation of Nasuada could very much serve as a healing experience for him.

And so there he was, standing there in his best cloths with all of the most important people in Alagaesia sitting in front of him. Nasuada was walking towards him, tall and proud more than ever before, her sleeves cut short above her elbows to show the scars she acquired during the trial of the long knives.

She knelt as she reached him.

"People of Alagaesia!" he started. He worked on this speech longer than he cared to admit and the result was not as good as he'd hoped, but it was the best he could do.

"We've been through some tough times. War, loss and sadness have been all we've known for a long time. But today, we start a new age, an age of peace and joy!

"I have no doubt in my heart that there's no one more fitting to lead Alagaesia into this age than you Nasuada, daughter of Ajihad. You who has given, sacrificed and lost so much for this cause and without you we probably wouldn't have succeeded.

"Nasuada" Eragon continued after a short pause. "Do you swear to serve Alagaesia to the best of your ability? To rule with the justice, wisdom and compassion that you have shown in the past, Until you are no longer capable to?"

"I do!" she said loudly and confidently, resolve filling her eyes.

"Then rise, Queen Nasuada of Alagaesia!"

There was a loud round of applause and everyone were on their feet, clapping and cheering like madman.

Nasuada turned around to face her people and started to walk out of the hall, Eragon and Murtagh, who was just behind Eragon the entire time, just a pace behind her, walking side by side. Eragon could see a proud look on his brother's face but he could also see something else there, a sense of longing that he knew all too well himself. He made a mental note to himself to talk to him about it later.

As they reached their destination, a big balcony facing the entire city, they were greeted by an even greater round of applause and cheering that didn't seem like it was going to fade anytime soon.

With one monstrous roar from Saphira, who was waiting for them on the balcony with Thorn, the crowd quieted.

"People of Alagaesia!" Nasuada said, her voice magically enhanced to be heard all over the city and even in some of the surrounding settlements.

"These have been hard and trying times for all of us and I'm afraid there's still some hard times ahead of us. But no matter how hard it might be, as long as we stand together, we will prevail!"

There was more applause at that and even more when she came down from the balcony and walked among the people who came from all across the land to see their new queen. As she walked Murtagh always trailed behind her, always smiling but keeping guard. The people were accepting his presence now which was a good sign but were still weary of him and kept their distance, which was just fine with him at the moment.

Eragon was walking with them as well, a few paces behind Murtagh, watching the crowd. Most people didn't pay much attention to him, which was unusual but welcome. It was while he was scanning the crowd that he saw a hooded figure with raven hair sliding from under its hood looking at him and leaning on a building's side, away from the rest of the crowd. The figure was tall and slender and he realized it was probably a woman. Just as he reached this conclusion the woman lifted the hood from her face and he was looking at Arya. Eragon flashed her a smile and she flashed one back at him as he started to make his way to her through the crowd,

I thought the elves left two days ago" he said when he reached her.

"They did, but with all the commotion created by the coronation it wasn't so hard for a single magic using elf to enter the city unnoticed" she explained.

"I wanted to see the coronation and say goodbye properly" she said foreseeing the next question.

"And what did you think of the coronation?"

"I think she'll make a very good queen and that we have some good times to look for."

"That we do" Eragon agreed.

"I also thought that blue really suites you, you should wear it more often" she added, amusement clear on her face at the look of Eragon's baffled face.

"Anyway," she said changing the subject. "I must return to my people now."

"Ok" was all he could think of saying. He didn't want her to go and was afraid he'll never see her again.

"Do not worry, oh mighty Eragon Kingkiller" she said as if she could read his mind. "We will see each other again."

"Of course we will" he said more confidently than he felt.

She then did something she never did before and hugged him. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, but for him it felt like an eternity. Her warm body was pressed against his and he could feel every curve of her body and smell the ever present smell of crushed pine needles from her hair.

She broke the hug and then walked away with a wave.

Eragon was left there alone and in complete shock for a few minutes reliving every moment of the hug and the touch of her body against his.

'Eragon!' The mental shout and nudge brought him back from day dreaming and he could feel Saphira's amusement through their mental link. The tips of his ears reddened in embarrassment.

'Coming Saphira' he said and walked back to the procession that moved on without him.

Later that day, in bed, Eragon would lie awake for hours thinking about what happened, and what must come.

AN:

Nothing to say… hope you enjoyed it and please review!

The next week will be difficult updating wise but once I get through it the rest will probably be a walk in the park! You should know that I almost finished writing the whole story in my notebook (one chapter missing…) and that now it's just a question of typing it…