Disclaimer: I am sorry for the extended update time. Sadly my muse has disappeared.

Eragon held Arya tightly and breathed in her pinecone scent that always seemed to calm him. He was pulled out of his thoughts as Arya said, "I will never leave you, Eragon Shadeslayer." He turned her and kissed her passionately. Arya returned the kiss with just as much passion. She pulled away and gasped for breath. She leaned on Eragon's shoulder and looked up at him.

They stayed like that until the sun set over the trees. Arya got up and attended to Tasha. "How is she?" Eragon asked softly.

"We need to get her to Ellesmera," answered Arya. She turned to Galzra. What do you think happened to her, Galzra?

I do not know, Arya, answered Galzra. I am worred though. She needs to bond with her dragon.

I agree, replied Arya. She frowned and turned to Eragon. "We must leave now so that we can get to Ellesmera."
Eragon nodded. "Arya, can I ask you something?" Arya nodded, permitting the question. "How . . .how long are elves pregnant for?" he asked shyly.

Arya sighed. "Nearly a year," she answered. "About ten moon cycles."

Eragon nodded and thought seriously on their current situation. "I am sorry, Arya," he murmured. "I brought this burden on you."

Arya gripped the top, front part of Eragon's tunic and pulled him to her. She kissed him fiercely. While touching his mind, she said dangerously, Never think that I never wanted this child. It is an honor for me to bear you a child. She separated and looked deep into his amber eyes. Eragon looked back into her green orbs. He pulled her back into the kiss and moaned her name. They separated after a moment.

Little one, we should start flying to Ellesmera, advised Saphira. You two will have plenty of time together when we get there.

Eragon sighed. "Saphira is right," he said. "I will ride with Tasha. Will you be able to take her dragon?"

Arya nodded. She took the dragon hatchling into her arms and mounted Galzra. "I will see you in Ellesmera then," she said in the ancient language.

Eragon nodded and watched as Galzra took flight. He lifted Tasha and carried her to Saphira. He heaved her into the saddle and mounted behind her. Saphira leaped into the air and spread her wings. Eragon felt the familiar sensation of flying. Just like old times, huh Saphira, he said happily.

Just like old tamies, laughed Saphira. She glided over the trees. It used to be that you hated flying.

Yes, but times have changed, Saphira, replied Eragon.

Brom would be proud of you, said Saphira softly.

Of us, Eragon corrected. And do not forget Oromis and Glaedr. He smiled sadly. The elves are rebuilding their homes. Yet nothing can be compensated for the lives that were sacrificed. We killed a lot of people in our quest to bring down one man.

Oh Little one, it was war, explained Saphira. Lives were lost on all fronts during Galbatorix's reign.

They talked only of little things after that. Saphira landed in the clearing next to their treehouse some time later. Arya waited there for them. She helped Eragon move Tasha off of Saphira. Galzra is off hunting for the hatchling, she informed.

I must eatas well, Saphira announced. She nuzzled Eragon affectionately before taking flight.

"Were do we take her?" asked Eragon.

"There are two healers in your room waiting to take her," answered Arya. "I have some duties that I must attend to now. I will see you later, Eragon." Without another word, or a glance back, she walked away.

Eragon carried Tasha up the stairs to his room. A veiled took her and asked that he leave. And so he walked through the familiar city. Much had been rebuilt since he had left. He walked to the rock that he had spent much of his training meditating. He passed it and walked to Oromis' old house. The air around made him feel sick. He then walked to Murtagh's and Thorn's graves. He sat next to them and wept.

Dawn brought on a bright new day. Eragon stood and wiped away his remaining tears. "I wish that you could be here with me, my brother," Eragon whispered. "You would have made an excellent Rider." He turned and walked away. He walked back into the city. Many elves greeted him respectfully. He smiled and replied properly. He found Arya giving orders to the blacksmiths. They backed away as he approached. "How are you fairing?" he asked her.

Arya smiled. "I am fine, Eragon," she answered. Tasha is recovering. She should be able to begin her training in about three days.

"That is good to hear," replied Eragon, inclining his head. Both items of news, he added. "Shall we walk, Lady Arya?" He held out his hand. Arya smiled and gave him her hand. They walked together through the forest.

"You need to bathe," Arya teased. She felt and played with his beard. "And shave."

Eragon pulled her to him and smiled. He looked at her with soft, kind eyes. "My room his occupied," he complained. He kissed her lightly on the lips.

Arya smiled in an impish, evil sort of way. "You could use my room." She ran swiftly through the forest. Eragon smiled and chased her. They ran into Arya's chamber. They undressed in a hurry and threw their tunics aside. Arya wrapped her arms tightly around Eragon's neck and pulled him into the bath water.

Warning: Lemon scene

They landed with a loud crash. Both laughed and they wrestled each other playfully. They settled down after a few moments. Eragon pulled Arya close to him. He gently rubbed her lower stomach and planted soft, demanding kisses on her neck. Arya moaned and demanded more. Eragon suddenly went hard and he turned Arya so that she faced him. He messaged her right breast, softly at first, but soon rubbed harder.

"Eragon," Arya moaned. She curved her body into whatever shape that her lover demanded of her.

Eragon lifted her out of the water and carried her to her bed where he set her down. He crawled on top of her and inserted his tongue into her mouth. Arya returned the kiss and fought for dominance. Satisfied that she was distracted, Eragon used his knees to part her legs. He lowered his body and slowly pushed himself into her: he thrusted slow and soft. Arya felt a burning sensation inside. She twisted her body slightly to allow Eragon more ease. She arched her back up and felt her mate's rock hard abdominals. With her legs, she forced him to slide out and then she suddenly pushed him back into her with such force that she yelped.

Eragon smiled slightly and his thrusts became steadily harder, however he kept the same slow pace. With each of his thrusts, he went steadily deeper. His climax neared. Arya's moans became louder. He pulled out quickly and collapsed on Arya's left side.

End of Lemon

Both of them panted heavily. Arya twisted her fingers lightly through Eragon's hair. They kissed lightly several times. Eragon pulled her to him and held her tightly. "I love you, Arya," he whispered.

"I love you too, Eragon," Arya whispered back. She relaxed and closed her eyes.

The two lovers remained that way throughout the day. Early that evening, Arya got up and dressed in a fresh green tunic. Eragon slept on peacefully. Arya looked at him one last time before leaving and sighed. Wake him up for dinner will you Saphira?

Of course, replied Saphira.

Arya walked through Ellesmera to the Menoa Tree. She leaped into the first branch and leaned against the trunk. Her thoughts drifted to her mother. 'What would you do in my situation, mother?' she thought sadly to herself. 'You were so much wiser than I . . .how could you have expected my to carry on after Queen? You died fighting a Shade . . .trying to defend me . . ..' Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her face.

Galzra landed next to her. His claws gripped the tree branch. Oh Arya, he growled sympathetically. He nuzzled her shoulder affectionately.

Arya threw her arms around Galzra's neck. Her tears fell onto his scales. I miss her, Galzra! she cried.

Galzra purred soft and solemnly. He draped a wing over his rider. I know, Arya.

Arya sloly calmed down and wiped away her tears. She slowly pulled away from her dragon. She stood and grabbed one of his neck spikes for support. Shall we go to dinner, Galzra? she asked.

But I have no saddle, Galzra warned.

I'll live, replied Arya. She swung her leg over and mounted him. It isn't that far.

Glazra smirked and leaped into the sky. Arya held tightly to his closest neck spike and leaned with galzra's movements as he glided over Ellesmera.

Wake up, Little one, ordered Saphira. Eragon ignored her. Galbatorix has taken Arya hostage again.

Eragon jumped awake and looked where Arya should have been. He frantically reached out with his mind for the woman he loved. He found her moving rapidly toward him.

What's wrong Eragon? Arya asked, feeling his fear.

Saphira . . .. Eragon grumbled.

Oh, was Arya's reply.

You wouldn't get up! Saphira protested.

But you could have used a different tactic, cried Eragon. You nearly have me a heart attack!

Oh, I love you too little one, replied Saphira. Now get dressed. Your dinner is probably waiting for you.

Eragon climbed out of bed and pulled on a dark blue tunic and leggings. He belted his sword. Where are you, Saphira?

Outside the dining hall doors, answered Saphira. You and Arya will have a private dinner. Only Galzra and myself will be allowed in the hall.

Ok, I just need to rid myself of this irritating beard, Eragon replied. He used magic and his face was once again smooth. He ran out to the dinner hall. Arya waited for him with both dragons at her side. "Worry to keep you waiting, my Queen," he said in the ancient language.

Disclaimer: Yay! Summer vacation is finally here! It has been a year now since I started writing A Dragon's Will! POTCAWE ROCKED! I am in Hawaii again this summer, but I will try and update regularly.