This chapter is mainly Eragon's thoughts about present events. You may even get a few hints at what's to come! But, please keep up with the reviews!!
Eragon walked with elves stealth, flitting between the trees of Ellesmera. To any mortal watching, their eyes would have shown only a haze of grey pass along the corners of sight, and no noise above that of a needle dropping.
Arya's love for Legolas is so obvious…he thought, not for the first time.
Yes it was obvious; they were constantly holding hands, their eyes full of love for the other. It made Eragon sick to watch Arya so openly in love with Legolas when his advances had been so repeatedly rejected. He was trying so hard to leave Arya behind in his past, but every time he thought he had it beat the love sickness just came back so much stronger.
Please you stupid Rider, feelings like this will be the death of you one day!
His thoughts went back to the dreams that had been plaguing him ever since he eavesdropped on Legolas and Aragorn's conversation. But it had begun to evolve with each passing night until it encompassed so many of his fears he would wake up screaming and shaking every few hours.
It always started with Arya and himself walking through the woods holding hands, as he had envied Legolas countless times. But suddenly a large distorted monster with blonde hair and pointed ears would come down upon them and carry her away. Eragon would scream and let out every death curse he knew but every one held no effect to the immortal abomination. The suddenly an imperial army would appear and the monster would run behind the lines in protection.
Eragon would leap onto Saphira, who would suddenly appear beside him, and fly off trying desperately to catch up with Arya and her captor. When suddenly The Red Rider would come from above and begin to try and rip Eragon off of Saphira. The two Riders landed and again Eragon was forced to watch the battle at the Burning Plains. But unlike last time Arya was there being held captive by a dagger at the throat, that was red like Zar'roc. The monster held it there and leered at Eragon as Murtagh batted his sword away with increasing difficulty.
Immediately, the battle would disappear and Helgrind would form out of the earth. And by some unknown instinct, Eragon felt that Arya was inside. Always he would fight the Razzac and manage to fight inside to Arya's cell. He would enter only to find Arya kissing the monster, which had become Legolas, passionately on the mouth.
Helgrind, damn I'll have to take Roran there before long or else I'll feel his hammer on my fist… Eragon mused feeling the constant mix of vengeance and fear at the thought of battling the Razzac.
Eragon continued his walk and didn't notice the day gradually turning into night. He only realized it when he saw a group of quails on the forest floor sleeping.
He continued his stroll and steadily reached a small meadow he would like to visit in order to meditate. It was far enough away from Ellesmera that noises could not be heard. Very few people knew about it, since Eragon had created it himself. Only Roran, Saphira, Orik, and…
Eragon stepped through the nearly invisible pass and jerked as he saw who was there, "…Arya!" he shouted at the Elvin maid sitting there on the rock…but not alone.
Arya and Legolas broke apart from the passionate kisses they had been sharing. Legolas looked up and blushed with a small jerky bow in Eragon's direction. Arya simply glowered at Eragon, daring him to object.
"I apologize for intruding," Eragon said as flat toned as he could.
As he said this he was taking in the surroundings. Legolas's tunic was discarded and laying helplessly on the forest floor. Arya's blouse was wrinkled and seemed looser then usual; all this thoughts ran through Eragon's head in the time it took to blink.
He showed none of his thoughts and bowed deeply to the lovers. Legolas nodded his head, while Arya continued to stare daggers at him.
"I didn't mean to," Eragon defended staring coolly back at Arya. He felt her try to enter his mind but he simply blocked it with barely a thought. She flinched at his response and her gaze softened a tiny bit.
"I was intending to meditate privately. When you two are finished, Arya, please contact me," Eragon asked before coolly stepping out of the enclosure.
Sorry this chapter was so long I had to cut it off here. The rest is already up!