An Unwelcome Visitor
Author's note: My imaginer town, Fiom, is on the far west side of the mountain Marna which, if you haven't seen a map of Alagaesia lately, is a few miles off of Isenstar Lake.
Eragon was tired of constantly riding. The sun continued to send beams of relentless beams of heat down on to him. And more then that he
missed Saphira more then he could think of anything. The bond that he had grown so used to that it felt like he no longer was himself. Like part
of himself had been ripped out and left for nothing. His single comfort was Arya. It was less comforting then having Saphira but it was
something. In that time she had spent nearly ever second possibly in his mind, as he did hers. He had never felt like this for someone. It felt
almost like his bond with Saphira. That if that bond were suddenly snapped he would go mad with loss. And so it was with his tiredness. He
had spent nearly a week doing nothing but riding. They were now finding a place to stay in a town called Rifenr, a place some fifty or sixty miles
from Dras Leona, where they had stopped two nights ago. Like the time before there was a single guard at the town gate. This one whoever
stood and said, "And what would to travelers be doing at a town like this?" It took Eragon a second to find his voice. There was no need for,
speech for his only traveling companion Arya and she was in his mind. "We are here on our way to Daret." The man scowled. "Is that so? Last I
heard those blasted elves have just token over Therinsford. If you want to go there you can but it's your head that's getting chopped off, not
mine."
He waved a hand and the door slid open. If he wanted to he and Arya could have jumped the ten or twelve foot door but that would make
them look strange. Rare was the man that could jump half that height. They rented a room at a wonderful hotel and at the same time
wonderfully priced. As soon as they were in the room Eragon found himself kissing Arya, as he had ever time they rented a room anywhere.
Within ten minutes they were on the bed as they were ever night. Eragon was in the process of reliving Arya of her lower level of cloths as she
laid and stared at the ceiling. Another 40 seconds elapsed before he had himself and Arya's cloths piled on the floor. He climbed onto the bed
and started to kiss Arya in ever imaginable place which was almost everywhere since he knew her body better then he knew his own. Then she
reached around and pulled the 2 blankets over them. Just as she placed a hand over his back and was about to use her incredibly strength to
push him down onto her there was a knocking at the door. Eragon and Arya froze. Then Eragon remembered that it was locked. No one but a
magician could open it. So he became to kiss Arya on her stomach and said in a soft voice, "Don't worry. I locked it." Under less distracting
circumstances he would have cast a spell that made it so even a magician could not unlock the door but he was with Arya, in a dark room,
naked, on a bed. The door was the last thing on his mind. And so he did not cast that sort of spell. And just as the thought came across his
mind there was a harsh swear on the other side of the door and then in the Ancient Language came the word, "Mor'amr!" Open! The word
almost came as a growl. Without a sound the door opened. A tall man walked into the room. Eragon could just see through jet black hair the
tips of pointed ears. An elf! What is an elf doing here? Then Eragon thought of the circumstances as they were. Arya was the queen-to-be of her
race.
And here she was sleeping with a lowly human, despite Eragon's elf like appearance. Given that what he was doing here mattered little. The elf
staked into the room. Turning again to the door he said, "Thrysta." And the door slammed shout. Staking forward he walked to the window and
tied the drapes down. Turning to them he almost hissed out, "How could you?" Arya looked at the elf. "Who are you? I know you are an elf but
I don not recognize you." The elf snarled at the change in subject. Then he uttered two lines in the Ancient Language. Midnight blue fur
suddenly engulfed the elf's form. A mane flowed down his back. His teeth sharpened into fangs. A claw sprouted from each of his joints. Arya
face hardened as each one of those transformations became visible. She pushed her way from Eragon and stood. She said, "Blodhgarm. What
are you doing here?" Blodhgarm waved his mane. "Nasuada sent me here to get the two of you to Fiom and back to the Varden sooner then
you are pushing yourselves to go." To his surprise Blodhgarm's eyes stayed plastered to Arya's, instead of trailing down as most men would
have. Blodhgarm gestured at Eragon. "What could have possible possessed you to sleep and reproduce with a mere human?" He spat the last
word out like an accusation. His last few words got Eragon's attention. Reproduced? It took Eragon a moment to remember what that word
meant and tie it back to the situation. When he did he was speechless. Arya is pregnant with my child? Arya noticed him and said, "I was going
to tell you tomorrow. Once we were riding." Then she looked back at Blodhgarm. "And what, pry tall, do you plan to do with us now?" The elf
snarled in what would have been a smile if his teeth weren't sharpened to points. "I plan to take you to Ellesmera were Izlanzadi will see to
you as she sees fit. If that is cutting you off from Eragon then so be it." To his surprise Arya nodded. "Very well. We will go there as soon as we
have gotten the egg. You may retune to the Varden in the morning."
Blodhgarm laughed. "Do you find me so stupid that I would let the two of you go alone there of your own free will? No, I will go with you there."
This time Arya said, "Do you not trust me?" Blodhgarm shock his head. "I thought I did, but due to this act of betrayal I don't think I do
anymore." Arya stiffened. "And why should this be a betrayal, Blodhgarm?" Blodhgarm's eyes widened. "Why? You are falling in love with a
lowly human and that is you're question? Why?" Arya's head nodded once and then pointed up as she started to laugh. Eragon smiled. Her
mirth subsiding she said, "If this is a betrayal, then you have already reached the point of betrayal where death would be the appropriate
punishment. The elf stiffened. "Who is that?" Arya took a deep breath, and then went into a complex description, in the Ancient Language, of
how she had noted his behavior around Nasuada and her conclusion of his feelings for her there after. "Is that any different then what you see
here?" If Blodhgarm had not changed his appearances back to normally his face would have been red. "You have no evidence of that theory."
She nodded her head. "Oh yes I do. I contacted Nasuada yesterday, and had the helpful experience of her telling me what you said in the
Ancient Language before you left.
'I look forward to seeing you again, Beautiful Nasuada.' Do you recall saying that?" Blodhgarm shock his head, "I….no, no I don't." Arya smiled.
"Then you will not mind repeating that in the Ancient Language." Blodhgarm moved his lips for a few seconds and then said, "I…..do remember
saying that." His face gave the expression that he had not meant to say that. "But regardless what I said I have not acted upon it whereas you
have. And I am tired of this discussion. I contacted the queen and she said I have the right to give you orders until our arrival there."
"Arya you will sleep on this bed." He pointed at the empty one. "And Eragon you will stay where you are. I will sleep in-between you on the
floor." Reluctantly Eragon obeyed the elf. If Izlanzadi found out that he had disobeyed him, she would punish Arya, and he did not want to give
her any reason to. He lied himself out flat and went to sleep. Then a mind entered his. Arya? An image of her smiling came to him. Who else? I
am shielding our words from him. I can do that for as long as I wish. Eragon mentally nodded. Is it true what he said? Are you really going to have
my child? Reluctances came to him from her. He spoke the truth. Oh Eragon I am sorry. At first he thought he would be mad at here, but instead
came happiness. I am glad that you and I will be having a child together. When are you expecting its arrival? Arya seemed suppressed. If we reach
Du WeldenVarden in a week I will expect it a few weeks after that. Now it was Eragon's turn to be suppressed. A few weeks? Arya nodded. Elf
women give birth much faster then humans. When I was conceived it was less then a month before my mother gave birth to me. Eragon forced out
an image of how they had been right before Blodhgarm interrupted and then he and Arya continued what might have been in the comfort of
their minds.