OK, finally I can update. :D Had a problem with editing my stories recently.

Anyway, this reply is for Rheya: Thanks! and, yes I've been skipping scenes because it's quite impossible to not skip, she's 100 years old! I'm not even sure where I'll end this, either at Gil'ead or maybe I'll continue into the series, if I have time. IF I get there, I'll probably stop skipping scenes like this and cover everything she's in or what she's doing, in the event she's separated from Eragon, unless it gets too boring.

I think my chapters are getting shorter... :( I'll try to lengthen it. Next time. And now, I should stop being so long-winded.

Chapter 11

The door slammed, punctuating the soft whispers of waiting elves. Arya stalked out and made her way to her room, ignoring their stares.

She's impossible! She's so stubborn! And paranoid. And... she could go on forever. For years, she had been pestering her mother to allow her to aid the Varden to no avail. Her mother was stubborn as a dwarf when it came to this matter. Thirty years was young, Arya knew, but she simply couldn't stand just strolling around Ellesmera while others gave their lives to bring down the Empire.

Faolin felt this too, they had talked about it before, but he didn't agree that helping the Varden was the solution. He was content to sit around and guess at the Black King's true name, which Arya thought was more futile than fighting a one-on-one combat with the king himself.

A storm of arrows flew in our direction. I ducked under my shield. This was madness. Above, the last of the dragons and their Riders clash with the members of the Wrydfell, crashing with a bone-jarring impact. It pains me to see the world like this. A few years ago, everything was fine. The land was at peace. The dragons flourished. The Riders kept peace.

Now everything was torn apart by a single madman.

Sighing, I raised my sword and charged yet another terrified human, ending his life as easily as I would swat a fly. We were losing, that much was obvious. Galbatorix had the advantage of dragons and numbers that could overcome us elves. Desperately, I looked around for some way to turn the tables.

There. A Rider – one of the Wyrdfell – and his dragon were distracted by Brom. I snuck up on them, knowing that it was underhand, but not really caring. The Rider fell under my blow, and his dragon roared in agony.

I nodded at Brom, and noticed a look of absolute horror wash over him. There was a rush f air and before I could react, something crashed into my armour with incredible force. I was thrown off my feet and pinned down by the object.

My vision was fading. At that moment, I knew two things: the dragon had crushed my armour with its tail and I would not live.

Brom was rushing to my side, but there was nothing he could do. I closed my eyes as a feeling of peacefulness crept over me.

Sweat drenched her brow as Arya woke. She stared at the fairth of her father. That dream, again. It was as if her dreams were mocking her for not being able join the resistance.

She got out of bed and slipped on a green tunic, knowing that she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Brom would be arriving today, and she could use the few hours between now and dawn to think of ways to convince him to let her join the Varden.

Arya hurried after Brom as he exited Tialdari Hall. He had just finished a discussion about the elves' support of the Varden with the queen that she had to sit through. She didn't mind attending such meetings anymore, for things like how her mother and Brom would negotiate some seemingly useless terms to try and get the upper hand intrigued her.

During the meeting, she had come up with an idea of how she would be able to assist the Varden. Currently, every time the Varden wanted to implement certain changes or required the elves' assistance, Brom would be forced to travel all the way from Farthen Dur to Ellesmera, for no other human was permitted to enter the city. It was a troublesom arrangement as Brom had the endurance of a human and for obvious reasons, was no longer able to travel on dragonback. Therefore, travelling between these two places could take weeks and every second Brom was awa from the Varden was another second he would have to worry about disputes among members, attacks from Galbatorix and other matters.

However, she could help by becoming the first ever elven ambassador to her mother. With her superior speed and strength, she would take much less time travelling. Also, as the queen's daughter, she would be able to make all but the most important decisions and save Brom the trouble of having ti leave Farthen Dur. She smiled at her logic, knowing that Brom wouldn't be able to reject her offer.

"Brom?" she called, eager to start the negotiation.

That third from last paragraph was so long! I hope I'm not repeating myself too much in there, or stating the obvious, I'm just trying to make sure you guys get it :D

So I guess she'll be going to the Varden soon :DDD (finally) ((I hope I can come up with interesting stuff during her time as an ambassador))

And crap, I can't write romance scenes and there'll definitely have to be some Arya/Faolin parts to do... O.O

Well, ignore that, I'll get to that when I get to that. Remember, please review (as always)