A/N: I think I must apologize for the confusing statement at the end of the last chapter. When I said I was finished part one of my story, I did not mean that I would be starting a new one. I merely meant to say that I was done the Eragon part of the storyline, and would now be going into the events throughout Eldest. Sorry for the error in communication.

A NOTE: Even though Roran plays a key part in Eldest and its story, I will not be including those parts in my writing here. When he and the villagers of Carvahall enter the story at the Burning Plains, readers can assume their tale follows as it did in the actual book.

Now, on with our heroes' tale...

Three days.

Three days later and the ground was still damp with blood. All around the great marble city of Tronjheim remnants of the battle still lingered. Rows upon rows of fallen men and dwarves lay covered by sheets and blankets as loved ones mourned their loss, and arranged a burial. Great pillars of flame roared on the piles of Urgal bodies that had been stacked unceremoniously near the edge of the crater; no decent burial awaited them. Everywhere one looked, the sight and stench of battle remained.

A cold pit formed in Eragon's stomach as he took in these very sights. Three days since he had faced the Shade, Durza, under the dwarven city. Although Eragon had defeated the sorcerer, the victory was bittersweet. The encounter with the Shade's mind and the demons that flew from him as he was slain changed the young Rider...but for better or worse, no one could say. He had tried to help in the effort to restore Tronjheim, but each time he was wrought with unimaginable pain that exploded from the wound on his back. Arya and Angela both said he was perfectly healthy, and yet the ailment remained. Nor could Saphira or Auron help in anyway, except share the pain he experienced over their mental link. Eragon was grateful for their support, but secretly, he wondered if he would ever be right again.

Almost as if he could read the Rider's mind, Auron sidled up closer and put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "Everything alright, Shadeslayer?" Despite his dark mood, Eragon gave him a faint smile. Shadeslayer; the name that the people of Varden had taken to calling him now. Only two souls of legend could claim such a feat, and now lived a third. Eragon had told no one of mysterious figure that had come to him, saving him from the remnants of the Shade's mind, save Auron and Saphira. They both agreed that they must go to the elves to seek out the one who wished to help Eragon.

"Yes, thanks Auron," he replied. His friend gave him a hearty pat, then turned back to their sapphire companion nearby. Saphira was busy lighting the remains of a wagon on fire. Since first breathing flame during the battle, she had become very proud of her new talent. She took every opportunity to set small objects aflame, humming to herself all the while. Eragon and Auron could only laugh as their dragoness enjoyed herself. She had insisted that Auron try breathing fire as well, only to snort with amuesment when it was discovered he could not yet produce a flame. This of course led the young dragon to quickly retake his human form to hide his embarrasment.

It was here on this desolate landscape the Auron and Eragon had truly realized how far they had come, both physically and mentally, from their once simple home. The horrors of battle had hardened them, but it had also given them strength and resolve. Before, such acts would have destroyed them, but now, it merely numbed them. They had come to accept that the only honor in battle was fighting to protect others from harm. The night after the battle, Auron and Eragon had promised...no, they vowed to themselves and one another that they would do whatever it took to watch over each other and Saphira; to protect one another against whatever the future held for them. For without each other, they had nothing.

The group continued on their silent walk through the trampled plain. They stopped at the edge when they saw a figure hurrying towards them. It was Jormundur – Ajihad's second in command. As he came upon them, the man bowed to all three, a gesture they knew he would have never made only days before. As with Eragon and his accomplishments, the people now treated Auron with the same high regard and respect.

"Eragon, Auron, I am glad to have found you," Jormundur said, stopping to catch his breath. "Ajihad is returning and wishes for you to be there when he arrives. They others are already waiting." He motioned with his arm back towards Tronjheim.

Ajihad had been gone most of the three days since the battle, hunting the remaining Urgals that had fled Tronjheim through the tunnels. They only time they could recall seeing him was between expeditions when he was in a rage over his daughter, Nasuada. Instead of fleeing Tronjheim with the other women and children, she had stayed behind and fought among the Varden's archers. Even thought they could understand Ajihad being upset over this, the two boys couldn't help but admire the young woman's spirit and courage. Murtagh had accompanied Ajihad in an effort to further prove his good intentions to the Varden, and the two boys were eager to see their friend again.

Following Jormundur as he led them back towards the gate, they soon came across a small group under the glow of a single lantern. Among them was Arya – her green eyes flashing as the trio approached – and Orik. Eragon felt a small thrill, as he did every time he saw the elf. He ignored the mental snorts from both his dragon and friend as they too felt his little surge of emotions. Orik greeted them with a small grunt and nod of his head, clapping Auron warmly on the side. Since fighting side-by-side with the young Knight, Orik had grown quite fond of him, and the two had spent many an hour in cheery conversation about a multitude if topics. Auron favored the dwarf with a wide grin of his own.

"Where will Ajihad come from?" Eragon asked, and Orik pointed to a cluster of lanterns near a tunnel entrance a couple of miles distant. The group lapsed back into silence after that, Eragon and Auron answering comments directed at them but preferring to converse with each other and Saphira in the confines of their minds. The quiet that filled Farthen Dur seemed to suit them.

A half hour passed before Saphira's sharp eyes spotted movement at the tunnel's opening. A cluster of figures climbed out of the tunnel and one of the – Ajihad, they assumed – raised a hand and the remainder of the warriors assembled behind him as they marched towards Tronjheim. They barely made it five yards from the tunnel before the opening surged with activity as more figures swarmed out. Eragon squinted, unable to see clearly from so far away.

Those are Urgals! Saphira exclaimed, her body tensing rigidly.

Neither youth questioned her. "Urgals!" they shouted in unison, Eragon leaping onto his dragon's back. No one had expected an attack since the Urgal army had been driven away. Eragon's wound gave a twinge as Saphira drove her massive wings down and took off towards Ajihad's group. Below them, Auron and Arya sprinted like gazelles, nearly keeping pace with Saphira. Orik trailed behind with several soldiers as Jormundur ran to the barracks for reinforcements.

Eragon was forced to watch helplessly as the Urgals tore into the men at the rear of the formation. The element of surprise cost four men, and the rest gathered around Ajihad in an effort to protect him. Metal clashed, voices screamed. For a moment, it seemed as if the defenders could hold, but then an eerie mist enveloped the group, obscuring them from view. It lasted mere moments, then dissipated leaving only four figures standing; Murtagh, the Twins and Ajihad. The mob of Urgals converged on them, blocking Eragon's view as he strained in the saddle with fear.

No! No! NO!

By the time Saphira landed, the Urgals had withdrawn, leaving only bodies behind. Eragon vaulted off her back and faltered, overcome with grief and sorrow. I can't do this. Fighting back dread with every step, he began to grimly look for survivors. It was the same scene he had walked through all morning...except here the blood was fresh.

Ajihad lay in the center of the massacre, his breastplate rent with the multiple hits it had taken, the five Urgals he had slain were strewn about his body. Eragon dropped to his knees and lowered his head, so his tears would not fall on the ruined leader's chest. Catching up to him, Arya and Auron both stopped in their tracks, their faces transformed into looks of sorrow when they saw he could not be saved.

"Eragon..." a weak voice rasped out. The Rider leaned closer to the dying man.

"I'm here,"

"Listen to me Eragon, I have one last command for you." He leaned in even closer, trying to catch Ajihad's fading words. "You must promise me...promise me you will not let the Varden fall to chaos. They are the only hope of defeating the Empire...as are you. Promise me..."

"I promise."

"They peace be with you, Shadeslayer." With those final words, Ajihad set his face in a noble repose, and past into the Void. Eragon struggled to breathe past the lump in his throat, while nearby Auron cursed freely and savagely kicked an Urgal corpse.

Arya blessed Ajihad in her native language, then addressed Eragon. "He is right. You must do all you can to avert a power struggle, but I will assist where possible."

No words came from Eragon as he viewed the carnage around him. It was then that Saphira pointed out the neither Murtagh or the Twins were among the dead. This made no sense; Urgals did not take prisoners. Eragon told Auron and Arya of this, and they became as puzzled as he. Eragon looked at Arya for a heavy moment, and she understood. Without another word, she dashed into the dark opening of the tunnel and vanished, leaving the two boys and dragon to guard Ajihad's body.

Orik arrived soon after with the men that had followed, and then Jormundur and his reinforcements as well. Jormundur put his hand of his fallen friend's shoulder and mourned freely. Behind him, the ranks of men bowed their heads in reverence, paying last respects to the leader of the Varden. They then raised Ajihad on their shields and bore his body back towards Tronjheim, Auron, Eragon and Saphira in the middle of the precession.

Anguish gripped Eragon as he rose the next morning, the memory of Ajihad's death and Murtagh's disappearance weighing heavily on him. Arya had returned late last night with no good news, and only a few scraps of bloody cloth. Scrying their lost companion was also a dead-end, as the image only revealed a black pit. To distract himself, he turned his head and watched Saphira sleep. Her muscled sides expanded and contracted as her slumbering snores echoed throughout the room. Beneath her front paw, and held closely to her chest, was Auron. Despite himself, Eragon smiled.

Because the great star sapphire had been shattered, the trio was unable to stay in the dragonhold above it. The dwarves had given them quarters in an old guardroom on the bottom level of the city. It was a large room, but alas, not large enough for two dragons to rest comfortably, especially with its low ceiling. Saphira protested Auron forsaking his silver scaled form, insisting that she could lay on top of him and press themselves together tightly, instead of him having to remain human. Auron gave a slight blush at this, but reassured Saphira that they would work around it. If there was one silver lining to all the darkness that surrounded the trio, it was that Auron and Saphira's feelings for each other only seemed to get stronger every day, as evidence by the dragoness snuggling her partner's smaller form in her vice-like grip.

Her breathing quickened, and Saphira blinked groggily as a wide yawn escaped her. She looked over at her Rider and gave a small hum. Good morning, little one.

Is it? he asked, his tone dark. Ajihad and Murtagh, gone, slain by the beasts we should have driven off. It makes no sense.

We may never know what really happened, she said gently. For now, we must be grateful for what we have left; each other. She sent Eragon a wave of warm thoughts, and he smiled slightly, thanking her. The dragoness then leaned her head down to inspect her still-sleeping partner. Saphira began to softly lick his face in order to wake him, small growls coming from her throat. Auron stirred, and mumbled something under his breath, before finally rolling over to look up at her. Ice blue eyes locked with sapphire ones as they greeted each other warmly, and Saphira touched her maw to his lips in a small kiss.

Auron returned it, and stroked her large cheek. Good morning, he said, then extricated himself from her tight grip and stood. Stretching, he greeted Eragon as well. "So what is our plan, Eragon?"

Sighing, Eragon pushed himself to his own feet. "We must discover what the Varden are planning in the wake of Ajihad's death. A new leader could be chosen within hours...and we need to be there." Stifling a yawn, Auron nodded his head in agreement.

"Right. But would you object to finding some breakfast first?"

"Not at all," Eragon smiled and belted on Zar'roc. He bent over to grab the saddle, but was slammed to the ground as a line of pain shot through his torso. It felt as if he were being sawed in half. Saphira growled as the ripping sensation reached her and Auron grit his teeth as he too winced at the rebound of Eragon's pain across their link. They tried to soothe him with their own minds, but were unable to lessen his suffering.

The minutes it took for Eragon's fit to subside felt like an eternity, before the last throb faded and he was left gasping on the ground. In a flash, Auron was at his side, gently trying to help him back on his feet, and Saphira rubbed her nose against his arm. Oh, little one, she whimpered.

It was worse this time, Eragon managed to get out. He leaned heavily against Auron for support as he wiped the sweat from his brow with a rag, both his companions radiating concern.

Are you strong enough to go? Auron asked gently.

We have to. The three of us have an obligation to the Varden to be present when they choose their next leader. We can't ignore the strength of our positions as Rider and Knight; we now wield great authority within the Varden.

Very well, Saphira said in a low voice. But that Shade should suffer a thousand years worth of torture for what he did to you.

Eragon laid a hand on her neck. I'll be okay...as long as I have the two of you. She gave him a soft lick and hummed, wrapping his mind with hers for support.

Together, the trio made their way through Tronjheim to the nearest kitchen. In the hallways, people and dwarves alike stopped and bowed to them, muttering phrases like "Shadeslayer" or "Dragon Knight". Finally reaching the kitchen, they retreated to a corner where they attempted to eat, but neither Auron nor Eragon found they really had much of an appetite. They sat in silence for a time, discussing with Saphira privately about who might be chosen to lead the Varden. For a long while, they considered the issues facing the, until Saphira told them of someone approaching.

A young boy stood nervously in front of the table, looking at Saphira as if her were afraid of her. He shakily told the two older youths that they had been summoned before the Council of Elders. Sighing privately to themselves, they followed the boy through Tronjheim making their way to a large circular room.

Inside sat Jormundur and four others at a round, marble table inlaid with the crest of the Ingeitum. Jormundur introduced the members of the Council, then gestured for the two boys to sit at the table. Saphira hunkered down behind them, her warm breath drifting onto the backs of their necks. The Council told them that they had already spoken at length on the subject of the Varden's new leadership and had come to the agreement on who they wanted as their new leader.

Both boys were slightly stunned to find out it was none other than Nasuada, Ajihad's daughter. Whispering to each other mentally, Auron and Eragon argued over this surprise course of action. She was not much older than they were, and when this was mentioned, the Council heartily stated that, although inexperienced, they would be there to help guide Nasuada. Saphira snorted into her companions' minds that it sounded as if they were to use the young woman as a puppet to get what they really wanted; direct control over the Varden.

Another twist was thrown into the mix as the Council told Auron and Eragon that they were expected to swear their fealty to the Varden to further cement Nasuada's ascension. Without it, they claimed, Nasuada's leadership would be a hollow one if she could not garner support from the Rider and Knight, a handy helping of guilt to try and manipulate the two youths. They debated with Saphira privately over these circumstances, and what could be done. Unfortunately, the Council had seemed to back them into a corner.

They agreed with each other, for the time being, to go along with the plan in the hopes that another option may present itself before Nasuada's ascension following her father's funeral. After informing the Council that they would comply, and after said Council let out poorly concealed sighs of relief, Jormundur sent for Nasuada to be brought in.

The young and vibrant woman Auron and Eragon had met days before had been replaced with one that displayed an air of uncharacteristic vulnerability. She sat shy and demure as the Council offered their condolences at the loss of her father, and she stoically accepted the offer to lead the Varden, her eyes never leaving her lap. Arya had entered the room as well, and stood with her back against the wall, observing the room silently. Eragon had told Saphira to inform her of what the Council had planned, as they had told Auron and Eragon that they were expected to keep silent. Saphira snorted at being regarded as less intelligent than her companions, and merely told the youths that Arya wished to speak with them later on the matter.

After accepting the offer of leader of the Varden, Nasuada asked to be left in peace. As Arya and the Council filed out, Nasuada called to the two youths, "Auron, Eragon? Could you stay a moment?" Puzzled, they settled back into their chairs as the room's doors sealed, leaving just the four of them inside.

They offered their own condolences at her loss and she merely inclined her head. Something about her demeanor changed then. Noticing this, Auron nodded slightly to Eragon, and the Rider uttered a spell to keep anyone from eavesdropping on the following conversation.

As it turns out, Nasuada had been suspicions of the Council's plans from the start, and had no intention of letting them rule over her. She told them that she planned to follow in her father's footsteps, to continue of the path that he had laid down. Nasuada laughed at the Council's attempts to influence Auron and Eragon by making them swear fealty, stating that they could no more control the two of them than they could her. She told them that she meant for the two youths to travel to the elves, as Ajihad had originally wanted, to continue their training before returning to the Varden.

Conferring between themselves, Auron and Eragon formulated a plan that they believed might further circumvent the Council's ulterior motives and help solidify not only their position in the Varden, but Nasuada's as well. It was then their turn to surprise Nasuada by approaching her and swearing their fealty to her instead of the Varden. She smiled warmly at her newest vassals – her friends – pleased that they had quickly leaned how to play the game of politics. After agreeing to give their fealty again at her public ascension, she dismissed them, stating that there was much to be done in the next few days.

The dinning hall rang with the loud voices of many dwarves. It was the day after meeting with the Council and Nasuada, and already much had happened.

Arya had met them directly after the meeting in the library and was initially furious at what they had agreed to. Eragon and Auron quickly explained how they and Nasuada planned to circumvent the Council's intentions, and she relaxed somewhat, although she still seemed disturbed about something. She offered them slight praise at their actions, but reminded them of the debt they still owed to the elves, and that they were expected to journey with her to Ellesmera for training.

Then, earlier today, they had met with King Hrothgar who also wished to discuss the appointment of Nasuada to lead the Varden. After convincing the dwarven king of their faith in her, he relented and stated that he would support her as well. Saphira then surprised all present, by claiming that she intended to repair the broken star sapphire that had been sacrificed in the battle with the Urgals. For the first time, Auron and Eragon saw pure joy alight the king's face and he proclaimed that no matter how long it took, the dwarves would rebuild the star sapphire so that Saphira would return and make it whole again.

It was this news that brought the trio to the hall were the dwarves insisted on celebrating this turn of events, and honoring the youths and their dragoness. Barrels upon barrels of mead were brought out as the drinking began. Even though Ajihad's funeral was the next day, both Auron and Eragon agreed that this impromptu celebration ay help to ease the distressing thoughts that had gathered the last few days.

They weren't the only ones celebrating. As it turns out, Saphira had acquired a taste for mead, and the dwarves happily rolled out an entire barrel for her to enjoy. All present were treated to the humorous sight of a mighty dragon becoming increasingly inebriated.

As Eragon spoke with a cheerful group of dwarves, Saphira pushed Auron into a corner, albeit with slight difficulty. The dragoness had developed a slight stagger in her gait, and her emotions began to become more pronounced over her link with her two companions. Auron, she hummed happily, her eyes drifting up and down his frame, do you love me?

Of course I do, why must you ask? He was puzzled at the question. Unlike Saphira and Eragon, Auron had not imbibed quite as much and was still very much in control of his faculties. Admittedly, he was trying to keep his companions from embarrassing themselves should they become completely passed. As such, he found it harder and harder to keep Saphira from showing increased amounts of affection towards him in the presence of so many others. She had been quite...forceful, in her actions.

I have been sending you strong signals all night that I wish for us to be closer, to show our affection for one another. But you aren't reciprocating them. Have your feelings for me changed? Her tone of voice was innocent enough, but Auron could feel a slight emotional weight behind them as well.

No, of course they haven't, he assured her. Its just that...well...Auron was unsure of how to put it, so he decided it was best to be direct. Saphira, you're drunk, he said flatly.

She gazed at him for a moment, then snorted, Yes, I believe I am. But that does not answer my question. She leaned in closer, her front legs wobbling a bit as she dragged her tongue across his neck. Do you not feel for me anymore?

Saphira, he growled, pushing her away slightly. Yes, I care for you. Deeply. But what you've been asking of me tonight is rather inappropriate...on several fronts.

How so?

Well, he sighed. I'm still not entirely comfortable being so open about our feelings around others. It is not because I don't love you, because you know I do. I'm just unsure of how people will react to seeing me being so affectionate with a Rider's dragon.

Who cares what they think? Saphira growled. Loving you is my choice, and they can keep their opinions to themselves. Now, why won't you kiss me like I want you too? As she spat out this last statement, she darted her head forward in an attempt to mash her lips against his. Auron stopped her by grabbing her head gently but firmly, ignoring the increased growl that came from her.

Saphira, stop. This wouldn't be right.

Why not? she yelled.

Because I will not take advantage of you in your drunken state! Auron snapped at her. He glared back at the hard sapphire eyes that bored into his. That would be wrong, and you know it!

Saphira snapped her jaws together angrily and withdrew her head from him, giving him a cold stare. Some mate you are turning out to be. You refuse to even return the affection I give you!

We are not mates yet, he replied coolly. And until we are, I intend to treat you with respect and not overstep the boundaries regarding our relationship. Which includes taking advantage of you when you are not of sound mind and judgment.

The response he got was a deep snarl as Saphira narrowed her eyes back at him. No, you are not my mate, she said with a clear hint of venom in her voice. Never has that been clearer than at this moment. With that, she turned and stalked back to Eragon, not once glancing back at him.

Slumping into a nearby chair with an exasperated sigh, Auron tried to scrub the tension from his face. He knew that Saphira was not in complete control of herself or her emotions due to the large amount of mead she had consumed, and therefore tried not to let her words sink too deep. He truly did love her, and he was sure that despite her current mood, she knew this, and she still loved him. People just sometimes weren't themselves after drinking so much. Still, he was not happy about having another fight with her. He had promised himself that their first confrontation after Yauzac would also be their last.

Seeing the young man's downcast face, Orik staggered over. "Whatsh sheems to be bothering you, Auron my friend?" The dwarf may have been slightly drunk, but his intent and concern were pure.

"It's alright, Orik," Auron sighed. "I guess I was just unprepared on how to handle a drunk dragoness."

The dwarf let out a booming laugh. "Yesh, well, it was not shomething that was common in the daysh of old, eh?" He gave the youth a hearty pat on the shoulder, his drink spilling slightly from his tankard. "Don't worry. It happensh to everyone, man and dwarf alike. Whatever she shaid, I'm sure she didn't mean it." With another hearty shoulder slap, the dwarf teetered back to his kinsmen, who all began singing boisterously, and after a few moments, Auron could hear Eragon and Saphira join in. Despite his fouled mood, he couldn't help but grin.

At least the week couldn't get any worse, he mused. Auron instantly regretted his words as Saphira reared up on her hind legs, attempting to duplicate a bow Eragon had made. Unstable, she toppled over sideways and fell onto a banquet table, knocking both herself and Eragon unconscious.

The blonde haired youth's head slumped in disbelief. Oh, boy...

Saphira and Eragon weren't quite sure whose head was pounding harder the next morning. They had managed to crack open their eyes only to find the banquet hall deserted except for themselves and Auron, who knelt by Eragon's side, shaking him gently.

"Eragon," he whispered. "You need to get up. Ajihad's funeral will be soon, and you need to make yourself presentable." As they young Rider slowly sat up, Auron placed a bundle of clothes in his arms. A billowy white shirt and red vest embroidered with gold trimmings looked back at him, along with shiny black shoes and a swirling crimson cape fastened with an ornate brooch. "Here, Orik left these for you." As Eragon staggered to his feet, he noticed Auron was dressed finely as well. The blonde youth was sporting nearly the same attire, but the colors were different. A gray shirt stood in place of a white one, and the vest and cape were a dark blue.

As Eragon began to dress, Auron made his way over to Saphira, who was rolling stiffly to her belly. Without much mental contact, he pushed a half-barrel of water towards her. Here, for the headache, he said, his voice level.

Thank you, she said quietly. She avoided his eyes as she drank slowly, the memories of last night coming back to her. She felt terrible, and not just from the mead. That she could have said such things to him after he merely attempted to preserve her honor...it made her want to cry. Saphira was embarrased with the way she had acted, and disgusted with how she had apporached Auron, not to mention the way she treated him when he refused her advances. She never thought herself capable of saying those things to the dragon she loved, regardless if he appeared human. Because that is how Saphira now saw Auron constantly; as a dragon. Yes, he may take on the guise of a human from time to time, but in her eyes, he would be nothing but one of her kind. And to treat one of her own in such a way...

Auron, she whimpered softly, still not able to meet his eyes. Last night -

Don't, he said, cutting her off. Just forget it.

But...what I said to you...

Wasn't you talking, it was the mead, he finished in a level tone. Now, drink your water. He continued to stare pointedly at her until she lowered her head back to the cool liquid and resumed drinking. Auron turned back to Eragon, who was fumbling with the brooch in his unsteady hands. "Here," he sighed, slapping his friend's clumsy digits away, and began helping him fasten it.

Their faces were close enough that Eragon could clearly see every stress line on his friend's features. Dropping his voice into a barely audible whisper, he asked, "What happened between you two last night? All I remember is Saphira talking to you in the corner, then stalking back over towards me cursing about you..."

"Believe me, you'll be much happier not knowing," Auron hissed back. "Suffice to say, I doubt either of you will be drinking again anytime soon." Eragon chose not to pursue the matter further, the throb in his head reinforcing Auron's words.

Fixing his cape, Auron pushed Eragon towards another basin of water, telling him to try and freshen up, then looked back towards Saphira. The dragoness hadn't gotten up yet, and stared at the floor between her paws. Small growls and whimpers still escaped her. Sighing to himself once again, Auron walked over to her slowly. He saw her eyes flick up to him, then fall back to the ground as he approached. He stopped an arm's length away and asked, How are your wings? Do they hurt?

They're fine, she sniffled. A moment of silence passed between them, before Saphira could muster up the courage to face him. I am so ashamed, she whispered.

Just let it go. Saphira. What's done is done.

How can I? the dragoness shuddered, and closed her eyes to fight back the tears. No words can forgive my behavior towards you. She wished he would just yell at her and get it over with. Why was he so calm and reasonable? Saphira knew what she had done was wrong, and knew that had he been any other dragon, he would have reprimanded her harshly in a heartbeat.

Instead, she was shocked to feel something warm press up against her maw, and her eyes flew open to see Auron kissing her gently. No, but this does, he said, pulling away.

Saphira was stunned. But...I don't understand...

Because I love you, Saphira, Auron said softly yet firmly, stroking her cheek. And one drunken misunderstanding won't change that, despite what was said. She felt a warm sensation fill her belly as he gave her one of his trademark, slow smiles. Besides, I think that headache will be punishment enough. All she could do was hum back at him, and nuzzle his face slightly.

Auron...

A knock came at the door then, and Orik stuck his head in. "Ah, good, Auron managed to rouse the two of you. We must go, the precession will start soon." Auron looked over at Eragon, who nodded back to signal he was ready. Together, the three of them followed Orik into the hall and towards the gate of Tronjheim were Ajihad's precession had stopped three days ago.

Unfortunately, the rest of the day wasn't much better than the night before. Ajihad's funeral had left them depressed and sorrowful, and Nasuada's ascension, although a success, caused more tension to plague the trio. Adding to that were Eragon and Saphira's hangovers, their pounding heads and queasy stomachs not helping matters one bit. Abiding by their previous promise to Nasuada days before, Auron and Eragon pledged their fealty to her in front of the gathered Varden, much to the displeasure of the Council. Despite the Varden's apparent support of the whole thing, the two youths were distinctly aware of the increasing animosity coming from the elders. Even Orik seemed taken aback by their actions, warning them that despite what they thought was right, enemies had been made today.

If that wasn't bad enough, another fight broke out between the three of them, only this time it wasn't Auron and Saphira fighting, but Eragon fighting with them. That evening, Eragon had returned from bathing to find a woman named Trianna in their quarters. The young sorceress had come under pretenses of asking Eragon to reconsider joining Du Vrangr Gata. However, she had used a serpent shaped bracelet on her arm to entice Eragon with some sort of spell, and was clearly interested in the young Rider for something other than simple conversation. This little meeting had thankfully been broken up when Saphira decided to break open the door, Auron right behind her.

After the dragoness gave Trianna a not-so-subtle warning to leave, Eragon rounded on his companions, furious. He yelled at them for hindering his attempts to try and pursue a relationship, stating that he was not a little boy; he was a man, and capable of making his own decisions regarding women. The other two had vehemently protested that she was only trying to use Eragon because of his status as a Rider, that she really didn't care about him at all. Not only that, but Saphira pointed out that any feelings Eragon had towards someone would also involve her, due to their bond as Rider and dragon. Of course, this lead to Eragon reeming on them and the fact that their relationship had already affected the group dynamic, not to mention the permanent bond that the three of them now shared.

The violent argument ended with Eragon leaving the room and spending the night away from Auron and Saphira in one of the dwarves barracks. Even though the fight was over, tensions were still high between the dragoness and her partner, as they were still uncomfortable around each other after the events of the previous night.

The next morning, Eragon returned to their shared quarters. By unspoken consent, neither of them tried to discuss what had transpired, as neither side was willing to yield ground on the subject. The three of them were just happy to be reunited, and did not wish to risk endangering the close friendship that they shared.

It was during lunch that the young messenger, Jarsha, told them that they had been summoned by Nasuada. Finishing their meal, the two youths and dragon made their way to Ajihad's study, where Nasuada had taken up her father's office. Seating themselves in front of Nasuada's desk, they listened intently as she explained what she had planned for the Varden.

It came as a shock to all three to learn the Nasuada planned to relocate the Varden to Surda, now that the sovereignty had chosen to fully support the movement against the Empire. While Nasuada led her people south, Eragon and Auron were to travel to Ellesmera to further their training with the elves. Eragon felt a small nudge in his stomach when she explained that Arya would be traveling with them, and tried to ignore the subtle poke to his ribs from Auron. Orik would be accompanying them as well, so as to maintain a balance between all peoples involved with Eragon and his companions. After entrusting Eragon with a formal missive to the elven queen detailing the Varden's request for aid, Nasuada dismissed her vassals and told them to prepare for their journey.

That evening saw a flicker of times past return to Eragon and the others. Dinner was finished and they sat happily conversing in their quarters. The tensions and trouble of the last few days seemed to wash away in anticipation of traveling once again. "It'll be nice to get out in the open air again," Eragon mused, leaning back against Saphira's scaled flank.

"Aye, Tronjheim is a marvel, but I miss the feeling of actually being outside," Auron agreed.

It will be nice to actually see where I am flying, Saphira joined in, causing the three of them to erupt in laughter again.

Not to mention seeing the sunlight shine off your scales, Auron said, rubbing her neck warmly. The dragoness hummed at his touch, and Eragon couldn't help but smile. The last couple of days had not been easy, nor enjoyable, and he was glad to see that the three of them were slowly getting back to how they were before; their little family.

They sat in quiet companionship for a time, until Saphira nudged Auron's arm with her snout. Would you like to go for a walk with me?

Auron hesitated, and glanced over at Eragon. He was eager to repair his relationship with Saphira, but was loathe to leave Eragon alone, as they were just starting to repair the holes in the friendship between them as well. "It's alright, Auron," Eragon read his friend's expression. "Just don't be out all night, we leave early tomorrow."

We won't, Saphira promised, giving her Rider a small lick. She stood up and padded towards the door, beckoning Auron to follow her. Auron undressed, leaving only his undershirt and breeches on like usual, then proceeded to change to his dragon form. Saphira hummed happily as the silver dragon she missed appeared before her. Stopping to give Eragon a small nuzzle with his snout, Auron followed her out the door and through Tronjheim to the fields under the mountain crater.

Auron had assumed Saphira would want to go flying, but she actually did just want to walk with him in the mountain's twilight. They strode side-by-side in silence for a while, just enjoying each others company. Rounding a small knoll a few miles away from the city, they stopped and sat next to each other, looking back at the many lights of the marble mountain-city.

Saphira laid her head on his silver shoulder and nuzzled him, content. Auron gave a soft hum and rubbed his head against hers in return. You know, he began, you really should have asked me for a walk sooner. I almost forgot how much I love being a dragon with you. Indeed, since the day after the battle, Auron had not retaken his dragon form, due to all the events they had worked through after it ended...not to mention the troubles they had had the other night. Being bound by only a promise to be mates was not easy for them, as something as little as a fight could potentially damage their relationship. For all intents and purposes, they were still little more than friends by reckoning of their ancestral dragon instincts. There was still so much that could go wrong between them, and Auron was scared to death of that possibility; the fight they had really drove that fear home.

I missed you, too. Saphira nibbled on his neck, eliciting a soft purr from her partner. He looked down at her, and wrapped his forelegs around her and pulled her on top of him as he lay back onto the ground. The dragoness let out a purr of her own as she twisted her tail around his and laid comfortably on his chest, gazing at him. His paws gently caressed her flanks, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

Gods, you are so beautiful, he whispered. Saphira parted her lips in a fanged smile and pushed her maw into his, sharing the odd, draconic kiss they both enjoyed. They held it for a time, their mouths opening slightly and their tongues brushing against one another. Eventually, they parted to regain their breath and just lay looking at each other. I know we are not yet mates, Saphira, Auron confessed. And I know that the road ahead is not going to be easy. But I swear; I'm going to do whatever it takes to be the mate you deserve.

Saphira looked back at him with wet eyes. She could feel the passion and truth in his words, and her stomach did back flips for him. You already are, she murmured, licking his neck slowly. He pulled her in close, mashing their two scaly bodies together firmly, and nuzzled her neck. She wrapped her hind legs around his then, pressing their hips together, causing them to become closer, and more intimate, than they ever had before. Auron looked at her, surprised, and felt a twinge of awkwardness creep into his mind.

Saphira...? he asked, uncertain.

I just wanted to know what it might feel like, she said, slightly bashful. You know, when we finally become one. They held this position for a moment, then she released his hind legs and they pulled away from each other. I think I might enjoy it, she chuckled softy, laying down on her belly beside him. He remained on his back, his head tilted to the side so he could face her.

A slight blush made its way to Auron's face, but he determinedly held her gaze. I...hope so too, he whispered, embarrassed. They had never really discussed this topic much before. I mean, he stammered, I hope I'm good for you. His eyes went wide as he realized what he said, and shook his head slightly, the blush worsening. Gah, what am I saying? He turned his head away. I'm sorry. I guess I'm still not comfortable talking about this yet.

Its alright, Auron, Saphira said softly, nuzzling his cheek. She shifted slightly, and Auron could feel the embarrassment from her own mind flow across their link. I'm still very uneasy about it as well. My instincts just got the better of me for a moment; I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. If it would make things easier, maybe we should avoid that topic until the time comes.

Yeah, maybe your right. The silver dragon let out a nervous laugh. Jeez, how many months until autumn? The dragoness joined in with his laughter, laying her head on his chest. At least this will be easy when our instincts take over. I won't be over thinking it so much.

We won't be so powerless to our urges, she told him. We will still be aware of what is going on when we mate.

That doesn't help to stop the butterflies, Saphira, he complained in a mock tone. The two dragons shared another laugh, then just lay there together for a while, before Auron spoke up again. Saphira?

Yes?

You know that I love you right? And what I did when you were drunk...I did because I love you?

She nuzzled her snout up against his. Yes, I do. And that proves to me I made the right choice. I love you, Auron.

He growled amorously, and pushed his mouth to hers again in a soft kiss, using his thoughts and actions instead of words to respond. They cuddled for a moment more, before Saphira pointed out that they promised Eragon they wouldn't be out late. Climbing back to their feet, they began to make their way back towards the marble city. As they walked beside each other, Auron moved his tail over and wrapped it around Saphira's, holding onto to her as they walked. She hummed and rested her head against his shoulder.

Yes, she definitely made the right choice. For the first time since she had hatched, Saphira was actually glad there were no other dragons around.

A/N: Wow, another long chapter. I apologize if the ratio of text-dialogue was a bit off, but I needed to summarize/condense a number of things to move the story along at the pace I want. I don't want to take a long time to get to Ellesmera, as there is quite a bit of content I have planned for all that happens there. (hint – that last sentence of the chapter is a little foreboding of things to come. That, and what Auron was thinking when he was contemplating their relationship). (*dramatic music plays in background*)

Yes, things are a little darker and strained between the trio, as evidence by the frayed tempers and fights. But, Eldest itself is a tad darker than the first book, so I'm trying to stay on par with that. Not only that, but drama really makes a romance more realistic, don't you think?

Until next we meet!