Chapter five up and running!!! I really surprise myself!!
Once again, let's hear that sweet DRUMROLL!!!
Brom was just looking for some potatoes in the kitchen, when he heard a muffled voice coming from the pantry, he was puzzled to see that the door was locked; he got out a spare key and unlocked it, only to see Nasuada jump at him, breathing heavily.
"Oh thank goodness," she said, smothering him, "I thought I'd never get out of there." Suddenly her expression changed and she began to yell. "Where is that stupid ARYA!" she screeched, "I'm gonna murder her, and where's ERAGON, they're both gonna DIE today!!"
Nasuada trudged out of the kitchen, only to be surrounded by the Council of Elders, who began shooting orders at her,
"Grrr," Brom heard her say, as she was led away with them.
"Wow, Eragon's in big trouble when he gets home," Brom said, as he got back to dinner. "And now that we have soo much more company, I think I'm going to have to triple the amount of food!"
After a short while the Raz'ac bolted into the kitchen and began raiding the pantry, knocking down all kinds of things from the shelves, as they searched for something.
"Hey!" Brom shouted, "What do you think you're doing!"
The Raz'ac turned around and hissed at him before singing, "We want some figgy pudding s-s-s-o bring it out here."
Brom had just had enough, "There is no figgy pudding in there!" he shouted back at them. The Raz'ac ignored him and started raiding the fridge, chucking apple sauce and stuffing all over the room. Brom ducked as a bottle almost hit his neck.
"That's it!" he said, "Raaaaaarrrr!" he flung a frying pan straight at the Raz'ac, it hit one of them square in the face.
"Die Raz'ac!" he shouted. "YOU WILL NOT WRECK THE STUFFING!"
The Raz'ac hissed again, one of them picked up a butcher's knife.
"NOOOOOOO!" Arya screamed, bursting into the room. Before the Raz'ac could throw the knife at Brom, Arya bounded up to it and snatched it out of his hands.
"NO, ENOUGH!" she shouted, "It's Christmas Eve for crying out loud! Can you all pleeeease just make peace, for two days, FOR TWO DAYS!" she shouted again.
The Raz'ac gave a hiss at Arya and fled the room, Brom turned back to the food, Arya was breathing heavily.
"WHERE'S ERAGON?!?!?!?!"
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Islanzadi, Evandar, Ajihad, King Orrin, Trianna, and the dwarves, were in the hall decorating, all the nearby rooms with candles, fake snow, candy canes, (Basically all existing Christmas decorations), when the Twins came in.
"Can you guys please come here for a minute," they said together, "we're having a bit of trouble in the sitting room. Sloane and Roran are having an argument over Katrina again!"
Everyone sighed; they all knew how overprotective Sloane was, and what a troublemaker he was too.
"Come on!" the Twins said, they were looking pretty desperate, so the others followed them into the sitting room.
There in the middle of the room was Katrina being pulled by Roran on her left arm and Sloane on her right, she was screaming all the while
"SHE'S MINE!" Sloane bellowed across at Roran.
"NO SHE"S MINE!" Roran yelled.
"Guy's, guy's, calm down," Trianna said. Wrong approach. A giant Christmas bauble from Sloane went flying right for her head. It smashed into her face. Everyone stared at Trianna.
"OK THAT'S IT!" she screeched. She picked up a giant reindeer and flung it a Sloane using magic.
Sloane and Roran stopped the fighting as Sloane jumped out of the way, just in time.
Katrina ran and hid behind Islanzadi.
Suddenly a whole war broke out, baubles and reindeer, candy canes and little ornaments were going all over the place.
"Duck!" Ajihad said, as Sloane aimed for Evandar, he was too slow, and Sloane's candy cane found its target. Evander started running like crazy at Sloane, and King Orrin had somehow managed to concoct an explosive which he used to chase them both around the room and the tree.
"Just stay in there," Islanzadi whispered to Katrina, who had gone to hide in the cupboard, "This is no place for a lady." Katrina made a puzzled face. Islanzadi took a deep breath before charging into the fight all the while shouting a savage war cry.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The Twins were just standing still, watching on the other side of the room as decorations and other assorted items were being tossed backwards and forwards.
But then the music started again. Their faces turned into mischievous grins…
"Rocking around, the Christmas tree, at the Christmas party hop!" Twin one sang then twin two began.
"Mistletoe hung, where you can't see, every couple tries to stop!" They started dancing and running around the tree, acting unaware of the fight going on around them.
They handclapped together whilst singing together! "Rocking around, the Christmas tree, let the Christmas spirit ring! Later we'll have some pumpkin pie, and we'll do some carol…"
"SHUT UP!" Islanzadi shouted at them.
"EITHER JOIN IN, OR GO AWAY!" King Orrin added.
The Twins shrugged, and then picked up their own Christmas weapons.
"TWIN POWER!" they shouted, running into the battle.
Later on Arya and the rest of the Carvahall residents came in and broke up the fight, Arya separated Roran from Sloane, but Katrina still thought it safe to stay in the cupboard till dinner. Everyone else spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up and redecorating, under the watchful eyes of Arya, Angela, Elva, and the two werecats.
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Arya looked at her watch, it was eight o' clock. "Where is Eragon?" she thought.
She paced up and down the corridor. She decided not to ask Nasuada, but to avoid her because of the pantry incident; while Arya sat there watching her from a far distance, she began to feel sorry for her, she looked bored out of her wits, the council were holding her prisoner in her room, blasting orders at her.
Arya left them then went round and poked her head into the kitchen where the delicious smell of dinner was wafting around the place. Brom was holding a check list of food and he smiled as he ticked off all the cooked dishes, over his clothes he was wearing a large apron with a large logo saying "Kiss the Cook," and at the sink was Murtagh, with a lacy pink apron on, washing the dishes.
"And after that you can set the table," Brom said to a rather depressed Murtagh.
"Mmmm, it smells beautiful Brom," Arya complimented as she sniffed the dishes of food.
"See, now isn't this better than climbing on the roof with Christmas lights,"
Brom sniffed.
"Hey, why is Murtagh doing the chores?" she asked.
"Well, I saw him hiding behind the couch, and apparently he was sitting there cursing some sort of jumper which I happened to have found in the trash can, and I thought since I needed some help, and I wanted revenge on when Murtagh wanted me to fall from a row of lights! I used the jumper as blackmail and got him to do everything I wanted him to do! Isn't that fantastic!!"
Arya laughed, Murtagh frowned at her.
"Oh well," Arya thought, "that kid could use some discipline."
Murtagh grumbled as he finished the dishes, then began to pick up plates and silver cutlery, and arranged them on the table.
"I've almost finished, just waiting for the turkey to cook." Brom said.
"Well I hope it hurries, people are getting hungry," Arya said as she walked out the room.
She walked upstairs and exclaimed when she saw a row of Jack o' Lanterns shining bright on the floor.
"DURZA! What a waste of pumpkin!" Arya sighed, "Now what."
Arya noticed the linen cupboard door open; she snatched some Santa hats from inside in a box, and stuck one on top of each pumpkin. "There," she said. Satisfied with her work she went back downstairs and out into the back garden, where the cool night air blew upon her face, she stood long in thought.
"Eragon, where are you?" she whispered, she hoped he wasn't in any danger or trouble. Her mind eased as she saw all the decorations lights, and lanterns, shining at her outside, the ones which the Carvahall people helped put up; she smiled.
After a couple more hours it began to get cold so Arya farewelled the decorations and headed back indoors, it was dinner time.
"COME AND EAT!" Brom shouted through the palace, whilst banging saucepan lids together, he flashed his apron at everybody as they came to the dining room doorway.
"Dream on," Morzan muttered as he walked past him.
"Cough, cough," Elva said.
Brom looked at all the denials, which were basically everyone, "This apron is just not doing it for me," he thought.
"You are all jealous," he said, and he marched off to get the food.
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As if Brom would ever get kissed anyway!!!
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