He Thinks He Loves Me
Disclaimer: I only own Eragon in my dreams. If I'm dreaming, look out for evil Scotsmen who beat people up with bagpipes and other weird things. (No offense to the Scottish.)
He thinks he loves me.
Why can he not see
That he loves a dream, not me?
He thinks he loves me.
He thinks I am beautiful and graceful.
Oh, it is disgraceful.
He thinks he loves me.
He does not know
That I am not what his fairth did show.
He thinks says he loves me.
He said it in a starry glade.
I had to cut his heart like a blade.
He said he loved me
In the tongue that one cannot lie,
But in which they can be sly.
He thinks he loves me.
I don't think he understands
That no man can build a palace with his bare hands.
He thinks he loves me
Because he is a fool
So with him I had to be cruel.
He thinks he loves me
Because he is a fool
So with him I had to be cruel.
He thinks he loves me.
I loved Faolin more.
That much is for sure.
He thinks he loves me.
He needs someone else.
Someone who not a heartbroken elf.
You think you love me.
Shadeslayer, it is such
A pity that you think so much.
Remember, this is just what ARYA thinks. I didn't say that Eragon doesn't really love her. I just said that Arya thinks that he doesn't love her. I'm not sure if it's just a crush or if he really cares for her. I also didn't say that Arya really loves him. This isn't an "I really do love him, but I can't be with him" fic. Not that I have a problem with those. It's just not that kind of fic.
When Arya says that one can be sly in the Ancient language, she means that you can say what you believe to be true. So if Eragon thinks he loves her, he could say that he loved her even if he didn't. Who knows, maybe she's the fool. R&R please.