The elven princess Chappie 2
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ERAGON
A/N: Thank you to all the people who reviewed the last time. I hope this lives up to your expectations
Arya's eyes widened slightly before slowly filling with tears. "I so sorry, Shadeslayer." Arya managed to choke out, before turning sharply on her heel and running away from him, tears now flowing freely from her eyes.
'Look what you've done now!' Saphira exclaimed.
'What?? I am just giving her a taste of her own medicine. She rejected me then, I've learnt to let go of her. Now its time she learnt to let go of her feelings for me.' Eragon replied hotly.
'Don't you get it, Eragon? Arya really wanted to apologize. She meant it!' Saphira exclaimed.
Eragon's eyes widened as he realized the full impact of what he did. He hurriedly ran after Arya, continually searching for her aura in his mind. Finally, after an hour of searching, he found her, in her tent, crying into her bedroll. He cautiously slipped in beside her. The slight movement caused her to leap up, pulling a short dagger out with her. Turning cautiously, Arya discovered that the mysterious intruder was none other than Eragon.
"What do you want now, Shadeslayer?" She muttered angrily, wiping the tears on her cheeks, not looking at Eragon.
"I came to apologize, Arya." Eragon replied, glancing cautiously at her.
"There's no need to, Shadeslayer. I was wrong. I should never have asked for your love in the first place. For that, I beg your pardon." Arya replied in turn, looking at the floor now, biting her lip.
Eragon gently lifted her chin, forcing Arya to look into his eyes.
"I forgive you, Arya, on both counts." He smiled gently at Arya.
Arya's eyes began to fill with a wild, uncontrollable happiness. Without warning, Eragon's lips crashed against her's. She swung her arms around his neck and all thought flew out of her mind as they both settled back for a sleepless night.
'Eragon! Eragon! Wake up!' Saphira's voice blasted into his head. Eragon shook his head slightly as he awakens.
'What, Saphira?' He asked irritably.
'Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know where you are.' Saphira teased.
Eragon groaned slightly and opened his eyes, Arya's lithe form lay beside him, the top of her bare shoulders peeking through the thick, woolen blanket that covered her body. The full implications of what they had done last night came crashing down on him. He sat up suddenly, searching for his clothes. The sudden movement woke Arya, who rubbed her eyes blearily.
"Eragon?" she asked, moving slightly.
"Hello there, sleepyhead." Eragon smiled at Arya.
Arya rubbed her eyes again.
"Would you mind, Eragon?" She asked, reaching for her clothes.
Eragon complied, turning back so that Arya could change. After Arya finished changing, they both went out into the plains. Bodies of the dead still littered the place. Walking past, they saw the dwarves moving Hrothgr's body. Eragon felt irrational anger welling up inside him. Murtugh's going to pay for this' he though angrily. Sensing his anger, Arya squeezed his hand slightly.
'When should I tell Nasuada, Saphira?' he asked Saphira, who was enjoying her deer.
'I totally do not know what are you talking about, little one.' Saphira replied.
'Come over and look.' Eragon said.
'Humph.'
Saphira leapt into the air, and landed in front of Eragon. She took in the sight of the both of them holding hands, before curling her lips in what could have been known as dragonish laughter,
'So you finally made some sense of your relationship.' Saphira smirked.
Arya blushed while Eragon shifted awkwardly.
"Do you think we should tell Nasuada?" Eragon asked Arya.
Arya contemplated for a moment before nodding.
"Well, she's your liege lord. It would not be good if you do not tell her of our relationship." Arya replied.
Eragon nodded, before striding up to Nasuada's tent with Arya by his side.
"Why do you come here, Eragon?" Nasuada questioned as Eragon lifted the tent flap.
"We've come to tell you that Eragon and I have decided to become mates." Arya replied, blushing slightly.
"Well, I'm happy for the both of you." Nasuada smiled.
"Thank you, Nasuada." Eragon spoke for the first time.
"You may leave now." Nasuada nodded before turning back to the paper work on her desk. Eragon bowed deeply, before leaving, towing Arya along.
"Well, that went well," Eragon, remarked after leaving the Varden leader's tent.
Arya nodded, before staring off at the distance.
"Are you alright, Arya?" Eragon questioned, concern etched all over his face.
"Do you think we should tell my mother?" Arya asked finally.
"I don't see why not. Nevertheless, it is your decision after all. She's your mother."
Arya considered for a moment before answering.
"We will tell Queen Islanzadi when she arrives here."
"What!?! Queen Islanzadi's arriving?" Eragon sputtered.
"Yes. Didn't you hear?" At Eragon's shake of his head, Arya sighed.
"The elven queen, my mother, sent a letter to Nasuada yesterday, stating that she would be arriving here accompanied by 400 elven warriors to aid the war effort. They would be arriving here in 2 hours."
Eragon paled.
'What are we going to do?' He asked Saphira frantically.
'I don't know, little one. Perhaps we should let Arya decide.' Saphira replied.
"Eragon?" Arya passed a hand over Eragon's face.
No reply.
"Are you there, Eragon?"
Eragon snapped out of his trance.
"Sorry. I was just talking to Saphira. Arya, how do you think we should tell Queen Islanzadi about our relationship?" Eragon queried.
"We shall just let her know when we meet her." Arya decided.
The two of them walked aimlessly before coming to a stop in front of a large clearing.
"Draw your sword, Eragon." Arya said, drawing her sword.
Eragon took his sword out of tis sheath, blunting the edge with magic as Arya did the same.
They circled each other, waiting for the other to move. Arya made the first move, running towards Eragon, sword flashing. She made a sweep at his left side. Eragon barely countered the move before attempting to hit Arya's unprotected right flank. She rapidly blocked the attack, before making another hit at his legs. Their swords met in a shower of bright red sparks. Both were unaware of the audience that had gathered; awaken from their sleep by the sound of clashing swords. The two spun apart moments later, before returning to their previous positions. Their swords were a blur of motion, spinning quickly as they fought. Eragon made a mistake and tripped. He was up again in a flash, blocking Arya's attack. They fought for ages, never noticing the ever-growing crowd. What seemed like hours, they fought, never breaking in their dance of death. As though as she sensed that Eragon was tiring, Arya flipped backwards over Eragon, sword hitting his neck.
"Dead." Arya murmured quietly, amidst claps and cheers.
Roran had stared open mouthed through the fight. He could not believe that this powerful warrior was indeed Eragon. He changed so much.
"Well fought!" A musical voice floated to the pair. Eragon and Arya turned in shock. There, applauding them, was none other than Queen Islanzadi. The 400 elven warriors were also there, looking at them fight.
"Well fought, Arya, Shadeslayer." Queen Islanzadi said.
The rest of the Varden had disappeared, together with the elven warriors, leaving the Queen with Arya and Eragon.
"Mother! Why have you come so early?" Arya questioned.
Islanzadi smiled.
"You've been fighting for more than three hours, Arya."
'Really?' Eragon asked Saphira, puzzled.
'Yes. You've done well, little one.' Saphira replied fondly.
Eragon blushed and returned to the conversation.
Exchanging a look with Arya, he nodded.
"Mother, Eragon and I have something to tell you." Arya began.
"What is it?" Queen Islanzadi asked worried.
"Eragon and I have decided to become mates." Arya finished.
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