Orik and his Dwarven guard had just left. Exhausted, Eragon lay down on his bed. Unfortunately, Saphira had to sleep outside of his tent. In fact, she slept right in between Arya's tent and Eragon's. Because, in fact she was a dragon, and dragon's could take care of themselves… etc, etc... Arya remembered that particular discussion very well. After coming back from the bathing tent, Arya slipped into Eragon's tent, aware of Saphira's steady gaze as she feigned sleep. "Arya," Eragon acknowledged her, apprehension in his voice. Arya ducked her head, her moon colored tunic glowing in the torchlight. Its amber light bringing out the dark mahogany tones in her elfish bow. Eragon stood up, but kept his distance on the other side of the large canvas. "You keep away from me like I have a disease." Arya accused, lightly. Eragon quickly closed most of the distance, leaving naught but two feet between them. "Is this better?" Eragon asked with a teasing smile. "Yes," Arya looked up hesitantly, trying to sustain the teasing mood. " I believe," Arya thought of her discussion with Saphira and quickly became confident, "That we were in the middle of something earlier, and got quite rudely interrupted."
Eragon tried to hide his nervousness," Obviously, Orik doesn't understand the Elf's policy of courtesy." When Arya didn't smile and looked down he tried again, "Well, like I said… earlier." Eragon stopped, how was he supposed to do this?
"Earlier…" Arya met his eyes again. "Eragon just say it." She was losing her temper. After the heat and frustration of the day, she was completely out of patience, especially for something she wanted so badly. Arya gripped her bow, her left hand itching for the quiver. Eragon stepped back, "Arya, are you going to kill me?" Amusement and confusion danced in his eyes.
By now the Varden's camp was sleeping, only crickets and horses were audible.
Arya dropped her bow, dropped her arrow, and ducked her head, "How could I kill you… If I could not live without you?" Her soft voice only audible for those with heightened senses. Eragon closed the remaining space in between them," Then don't just live with me, be with me." Eragon's whisper tickled Arya's pointed ear, his hands on her shoulders; as if to keep her from running away. Not yet satisfied, Arya became desperate, "Thorta du ilumeo." (A/N "Speak the truth")
Eragon was trapped; he couldn't beat around the bush any longer, "I love you, Arya Svit-Kona." Arya stared at him hard, then her gaze softened, "Eka elrun ono." She whispered, looking down. (A/N "I thank you.")
"Arya," Eragon lifted her chin, "Do not thank me." Arya restrained herself as he took her hands, " Be with me."
"Yes," Arya sighed in relief, "Of course I will! Eragon, this is what I have been waiting for." Their voices constrained to a minimal whisper. Eragon brushed the loose tendrils of hair with the back of his hand, his lips coming dangerously close to hers. Arya breathed in quickly as his lips brushed against hers. She stepped closer, encouraged by the strong arm around her waist. Their lips finally met and every aspect of life seemed to be right again. For once, Eragon and Arya forgot completely about Galbatorix, they forgot about the Varden, and they forgot about the Empire. It was only him and her; Rider and Elf, just trying to hold on to what matters most. Trying to exist in a world that rebelled against them. At least now, they know that they have each other.
A/N so… how'd it go? Its shorter that most, yes. Sorry about that. If I hadn't complained to you already, I have drivers Ed, wrestling (seven days a week), dog training/showing, school, and so obviously this is just a last resort. I am also sick with the stomach flu… so this chapter might be a bit demented… lol.