AN: OK! OK! Sheesh calm down. I can only write so fast.

Yuyogopoopy: On the other site I have this on, they only take HTML codes. I try my best to change them all back to regular italics but sometimes I miss some. They represent thought speach between Eragon and Saphira or just plain thought.

Chapter 6

Wiol Ono, part 2

After another grueling match between them, Eragon was still full of questions for Ira, but decided that he would ask tomorrow during his lessons. He ran again to the palace, without stopping for lunch, and barged through the doors. To his surprise, only one of the handmaidens was in the throne room. When the doors slammed open, she shrieked with surprise and turned to see who the intruder was.

"Oh, goodness, you scared me." She gasped, clutching her chest.

"I'm sorry. Do you know where Aiedail is? The healers at the infirmary said that she was released into the Queen's care."

"Oh, last time I saw her, she was out in the garden. It's down that hall and to the left." She pointed in the direction of a long corridor.

"Thanks." He smiled then sprinted down the corridor.

Eragon opened the only door that was on the left, and what he saw awed him. The garden was absolutely gorgeous. Every flower was in a full blossom, fuller than he had ever seen in Carvahall. During the springtime, blossoms would grow to a beautiful size and stay in bloom for months in Carvahall, but here, when it was fall, the blossoms were beautiful and big, with every color of the rainbow. He wondered if they stayed like that year round.

He looked around the garden for any sign of Aiedail, with no luck. He could, however, hear the faint roar of a river, or stream, nearby. He walked in the direction of the constant noise and found that there was a small river that ran from a waterfall into a cave. A small bridge went across to an island where there was a pagoda. It was white with an ivy theme to it. There, sitting and reading a book, was Aiedail.

"Aiedail!" Eragon called out.

Aiedail looked up from her book and smiled when she saw him. She put a silk ribbon on her page and shut the book, setting it down beside her. She stood up.

"Hello there, Eragon."

He ran across the bridge and into the pagoda. Before she could react, he grabbed her into his arms and kissed her. At first, she did not respond, but then she kissed him back, putting one hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer. When they finally parted, both were panting from the long, passionate kiss. Her eyes searched his for something, but Eragon did not know what it was. When she finally looked down at her feet, he smiled and brought his mouth up to her ear.

"I love you." He whispered.

Aiedail looked back into his eyes, shocked that he had confessed his love. Then she pulled out of his arms and stepped back a foot. Eragon used this opportunity to take in her beauty, but when his eyes looked for the Mithrandil on her neck, he was surprised to find it not there.

"Your necklace?" He was still whispering.

Aiedail smiled and walked closer to him again, this time grabbing his hand and opening it, then placing something small and light in his hand. He looked down to see it the necklace lying in a pile on his hand. He looked up at her, almost begging to know an explanation.

"Wiol ono."

"I can't take this." He shook his head in disbelief. Why was she giving him her life source?

"You can. I'm giving it to you." She looked deeply into his eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I trust you more than I trust myself."

He knew she was lying. There was another reason, but he did not press the matter. He put the Mithrandil around his neck, prepared to guard it with his life. Aiedail went back to the bench where she had been reading and sat down.

"So, where is my sister?" She said inquiringly.

"Er…" How was he supposed to answer that? 'Your sister doesn't want to talk to you because I love you.' No, he had to think of something.

"It's alright; I know she doesn't like me that much. I'm her little sister by almost 500 years; she's not supposed to like me."

"We got in a fight last night, Arya and me." He looked up from his feet into her eyes. "About you."

Aiedail cocked one eyebrow. "You were arguing about me?"

"Yes. She was angry because I love you. I suppose she thinks she loves me and didn't want to hear the truth. I don't know anymore, I feel like everything is constantly changing ever since I arrived in Du Weldenvarden. First falling in love with you, then finding out Arya loves me, and now I find out Ira knew my mother. Well, well enough to miss her deeply. In addition, Saphira told me she's afraid of being lonely! Nothing is the same anymore; I don't know how to act about it." He sat down and buried his face in his hands.

Aiedail wrapped a comforting hand around his shoulder. "Change is part of life. Without it, life would not exist. What if my ancestors had decided lit best not to move from our dying home world out of fear of change? What if the first Eragon hadn't stopped the war, afraid of what new threats would arise? What if the gods had never created us, out of fear that we may change the perfect world they created? Change is necessary, and will continue to happen whether we will it or not."

Eragon sighed deeply. What Aiedail said was true, change was a necessary part of life, but did it have to be so constant?

"I love you. More than you may know. More than I have ever loved anyone. That is why I gave you the Mithrandil. That, and because we have yawe, or a bond of trust."

Eragon looked up at her, and saw a single tear falling down her cheek. She hated to see him hurt, but he didn't know why she shed a tear. He stroked it off her cheek with his thumb, caressing her soft ivory skin. She smiled and leaned into his hand.

"You should get back to your lessons. I do believe a friend of yours has arrived here, though his name I do not know. Perhaps my aunt could tell you where he is."

Eragon nodded, and then placed a small kiss on her forehead before walking out of the pagoda. He couldn't help but think of Murtagh when she had mentioned that one of friends had arrived. Murtagh had stayed behind because Nasuada had asked him to, and he knew why Murtagh had said yes, though when he asked him, Murtagh only denied it. He had told Eragon that he would catch up to him later on. He couldn't wait to find out.

AN: How did you like it? I know there was a lot of LOTR, so don't complain to me about it because I thought it was sweet.