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Eragon woke up early in the morning. He looked over to see Elvina still asleep. Once she had fallen asleep on his shoulder last night, he had laid hr head down on a pillow and laid a blanket on her to keep her warm in the cold desert night air.

Saphira and Roslarb had long since gone. They said that they wanted to go 'flying' together. But Eragon , however, had sensed a different intension through theit mental link. But before Eragon could determine it, Saphira had closed him off. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get in. But he had ideas about what she had in store for later.

You sly little…actually, big, devil. Eragon had stated to her.

Shut up. Saphira stuck her tongue out. They then jumped into the still dark sky and flew off to do whatever they liked.

They had been gone for about two hours now.

Eragon looked over to Elvina. She was beautiful in her sleep. She was relaxed as her mind swam in the black oblivion of a dreamless sleep. Her face was relaxed as her heart beat with a steady rhythm. Her chest rose with every light breath she took.

She sifted slightly, which caused some of her hair to fall lose of the pony that it was in. It fell across the front of her face, covering her eyes a little bit. He didn't know why, but he had a sudden urge to push the strands of hair away from her face.

Should he? Would she kill him if he did? Arya would…What if she was to wake up? He decided that he would try it anyway, no matter the consciences.

He took his right hand and ever so gently, moved the strands of hair off of her face and back behind her ear. He ear was slightly pointed, his. But his was just a little more because of his transformation.

She flinched.

He held his breath, waiting to be killed by a very angry Rider. But she didn't move. IN fact, she fell right back to sleep.

He sighed…was he falling in love? He looked up to the morning sky. It was a brilliant blue and cloudless at that…just like her eyes…yeah, it was useless to deny…he was in love.

Little did Eragon know, Elvina had been awake. Though she was in the process of trying to wake herself up from dreamland when that stupid stand of hair had fallen in her eyes. If it there was one thing that she hated, it was hair in her eyes, wither open or closed.

She was just about to get up and move that strand, when Eragon moved towards her. She froze.

Still acting as if she were asleep, she tried to steady her heartbeat…why does he make me feel this way…? Though she couldn't 'see' him, she could sense him coming closer to her.

When he moved the stand away from her face and behind her ear, she tried to treasure the feel. Tried to treasure every moment of it. When his hand actually touched her face, she about died.

When did this happen? She was acting like a two year old on Christmas day! Why? Why does he make me fell this way? Why do I get light headed when I'm around him? Why do I have a heard time breathing when he looks at me in my eyes? Maybe I should talk to him about this…he probably doesn't feel the same way…but you never know…and Roslarb always said that it was better to tell the one you have feeling for, then instead of letting them well up inside and cause you heart ache. I guess I could talk to him tonight while we sit at the fire. Wait a minute…where's Roslarb?

After awhile, Elvina got up. Eragon had already fixed breakfast, which consisted of berries and bread. Good enough for a desert breakfast if you ask them.

Elvina sat by Eragon during breakfast. She didn't want to sit to close, that would be weird. But she didn't want to sit to far away either. She didn't want to give off the wrong impression. When did sitting become such a hard task! She didn't want Eragon to think that last night didn't mean anything.

Eragon was worried that Elvina would have changed her mind since last night. Thinking that last night must have been a fluke. That was it. He half expected her to be hostile to her this morning. But that wasn't the case at all.

They chatted happily together about their previous lives. And what they thought about certain things, meaningless things.

"Eragon?"

"Yeah?"

"Where did Roslarb and Saphira go?" Elvina wasn't too worried, but he had been blocking his mind from her all morning.

"They went 'flying' together this morning before you got up. They said that they wanted to fly alone together before we make them leave this heaven, I think is what Saphira called. It."

Elvina then had the same train of thought that Eragon had had when Saphira had first told him. "Ahh…"

"Yeah."

After awhile though, talking got boring and since the Dragon weren't back yet, they couldn't go flying yet. What were the Dragon Riders to do?

"So…what do you want to do?" Eragon asked later that afternoon. It was around three, they had talked the day away. But even that had it's limits.

"Um…I know! How about I duel you?"

"What? Um, sure."

They got up and Eragon unsheathed his sword.

"Name?"

"Yawë."

"Hope? Appropriate and nice."

"Yours?"

"Draumr Skulblaka."

"Dream Dragon? Nice, I really like it. Very Original."

"Thanks."

By now, they both had their swords out and had them blocked so that they didn't kill each other. They both took their fighting stances. Eragon bent his sword at his chest, in a defensive position. While Elvina had hers at her side, laying gently against her leg. She was trying to get Eragon angry, getting him to attack first. Little did she know that Eragon had just used that tactic on his father. So it obviously didn't work.

They eventually got bored just standing there, waiting for the other to start it, so they stared circling each other.

While circling, they both looked for flaws in the other, for weak spots to attack. Both watched the others feet and hands closely, watching for any movement that would suggest that they were about to attack.

Not finding any, Elvina decided that it was time to get this started. She lunged at him, aiming for the chest. However, Eragon easily attacked, but she had expected that. He couldn't have killed Galbatorix without some talent. She jumped back and waited for him to make a move. He then lunged for her side, she was barley able to block.

Man he's fast!

She good…but not good enough.

Eragon then, not being able to touch her, back flipped as she swiped at his legs. He landed about ten feet away. However, Elvina didn't waist anytime waiting for him to recover from his back flip.

Thus, the dance begun. The dance between two highly trained Dragon Rider's fighting in a dance of war had begun. Flying and entangling themselves with their swords, only to be ripped away, flying the other way, only to bounce back and begin again.

This went on for quiet sometime. Both fighting with their all.

Elvina did a very complicated move. Acting like she was going for the chest, then trying to swipe and the feet, but knowing that Eragon would expect that she would fake, she wouldn't follow through with her fake. She still went for the chest. She caught Eragon off guard, but he was still to fast for her. He was still able to block it.

Cursehe's elven speed! She thought to herself.

She then tried to jump out of the way as Eragon lunged himself at her. But as she was moving her foot back, she tripped on God knows what and fell backwards.

(Eragon's view)

Eragon saw his opening when she messed up with her complicated move. He went in for the last move. She tried to back away but suddenly; she disappeared from his view. He looked down to see her falling, and then hit the ground. He knew that there was no stopping himself; he was going way to fast. He was going down with her.

Oh God…please don't let her kill me.

(Normal View)

Elvina saw Eragon coming down towards her. Dang it! This might hurt.

"Oomph!"

Eragon landed on her with a thud. He had safely discarded his sword to the side of them so that he wouldn't kill her as he landed. Elvina made a sound when he landed on her. Then laid there for a moment.

Eragon had his hands on wither side of her head. His arms were straight so that he was about six inches from her face. Sweat dropped from each of their faces. Both heaving from heavily from their fight.

Though had finally figured out what position they were in and blushing madly, neither made a motion to move.

Slowly, but surly, Eragon's face moved closer to Elvina's. Thus causing the space between them to shorten from six inches to five, four, three…

Elvina leaned her head up, just slightly, urging Eragon to close the gap in between them.

When their lips finally touched, something like shock went through both of their bodies. Yet neither recoiled from it. The kiss was gently and soft, but it was more then just the brush of the lips.

Without realizing what she was doing, Elvina kissed him back, but more fully this time, surprising Eragon a little. The kiss seemed to go one for eternity, but all good things have to come to an end. They eventually had to part lips so as to be able to breathe. Their lungs gasped for air, since they had stared out with little air in their lungs (from the fight) Their bodies were protesting loudly for air.

Both were blushing even harder then they had been, if that was even possible. However, they were luckily saved all embarrassment when Saphira and Roslarb finally returned. Seeing the position that their Riders were in, the stared cracking up. They laughed long and hard. It wasn't until Eragon and Elvina threatened to leave the Hadarac that night, did they cease their laughter.

Looks like you were busy Elvina! Hahaha!

Shut up! My threat still stands you know Roslarb!

All right! Don't have to be so mean! Jeez!

However Saphira soon turned to her Rider with a serious look in her eye. She touched his head with her snout. He could feel something different about her. He knew that something had happened. And he had a feeling it had something to do with what he had thought about when the two Dragons had first left.

Roslarb was busy talking with his Rider.

Eragon…

Uh oh. What?

What do you mean 'Uh oh'?

Well, whenever you get that use that tone you usually tell me something that I either don't want to hear, or something that you find very exciting.

…You know…your right! I never noticed that before!

Well…?

Oh yeah. I…um…I-

What? The great Saphira is out of words to say?

Hey! Watch it little one!

Okay, okay, you don't have to get all touchy.

Sorry.

It's fine now…

Yeah…well…I'm- I mean Roslarb and I…well…

Yeah… Eragon said, starting to get a little annoyed.

Saphira took a deep breath. In one week, there will be a new life…a new egg.

WHAT!

Yeah.

But that's great!

I know. Saphira said cockily.

Eragon, on tippy toes, hugged Saphira's head tightly, glad that her dream had finally come true.

I'm really happy for you Saphira.

Thank you little one. And I am glad that you have finally found a way, or a least a distraction from all of your ordeals over the last few years.

Yeah…I think that you're right.

Eragon turned to see Elvina hugging her own Dragon. Roslarb then turned to Saphira and they went and laid down together not to far away from the campfire.

Eragon then turned to see Elvina standing just a few feet away from him. She sheepishly smiled.

"Well…I guess that our suspicions were correct. I just didn't think that they liked each other that much…"

"Me too." Eragon agreed with a chuckle.

(Later that night)

Eragon and Elvina sat together next to the fire, holding each other hands.

They had just finished dinner and had decided to fly back to Surda in four days time. Wanting Saphira to be able to have the best elves there, just in case she needed help.

The spell casters that had helped Eragon during the final battle were still there, and Surda was closer then Ellesméra.

As they sat there in their own thoughts, Elvina thought about what she had promised herself that she would do tonight. She had talked it over with Roslarb, and her had agreed full heartedly that she should. She finally plucked up enough courage to talk to him.

"Eragon…" She asked with some hesitation.

"Yeah?" noting the small hesitation. He also noticed her body grow really tense in the last few seconds. (their bodies were brushing against each other since they were sitting so close to each other.)

"Um…I-" Eragon then interrupted, knowing full well where this was going.

"You love me?"

Elvina was astonished. How did he know? Unless…he loved her too…no. He couldn't. He was the great Dragon Rider that had defeated Galbatorix. How could he love a Dragon Rider that died so easily? Another thought slipped into her mind…were her emotions that easy to read? Was her love for Eragon that obvious?

Eragon seemed to know what she was thinking. "It's in your eyes."

"Ohh. Yeah."

"And I love you."

"Really?" Not really believing what she was hearing how could he love her?

However all thoughts like that quickly disappeared when he turned his head to hers and kissed her full on the lips. She closed her eyes and leaned into it. He pulled away and looked her full in the eye.

The look in his eye was pure love, caring and kindness. She wished she could get swallowed up in them, never coming out again.

"I love you with all of my heart." He whispered in her ear making her shiver.

Elvina smiled. That night, they both fell asleep together, in each other's arms. (a/n: get your mind out of the gutter people!)

Saphira got up and draped a blanket over them chuckling at her Rider. He swore that he would never love another after Arya. But fate had proved him wrong.

Eragon and Elvina's minds were both on the thought of what life had in store for them in the near future. Both knowing that, what ever happened, they at least would have each other.

Author Note: Well there you go. OKAY! THIS STORY IS NOW FINISHED! I WILL BE MAKING A SEQUEL! So no fears people! See you later peeps! R&R!