Staring astounded for a few moments, Eragon barely moved, only coming into awareness by Saphira's low humoured snort. 'Little one does anything of the orange-two-leg really still astound you?'

"No. I will give you that one, Saphira. I have surely underestimated his… well him."

Saphira only snorted in reply.

She sniffed absentmindedly whilst Eragon stretched the kinks out of his body from the flight, until her head suddenly perked up to attention murmuring 'young one. They come.'

It was an astounding sight. Over the small hills horizon Eragon sensed, eventually saw the approach of Arya, Blödhgarm and Queen Islanzadί. His small defensive bubble rippled as they attempted to enter it "ládrin" he whispered softly. Welcomingly. They pushed through once more, strangely elegantly. The group regally strode up to Eragon.

Islanzadί was at the lead, clothed in a majestic fine scale like corset that complemented her almost willowy frame and may or may not have been some sort of 'tip of hat' to the power of Eragon, Saphira and subsequently showing him to not be anyone that the elders could control. And though she wore no battle worth helm but a jewelled one, she still appeared intimidating as any war weathered warrior.

The group came to a halt, With Islanzadί and Arya remaining beside one another whilst Blödhgarm stood respectfully behind them both. He could now see Arya- Clothed in simple full body armour of iron, with a beautiful jewel hanging from a cured and curved leather strip apon her brow. Blödhgarm in his normal outfit of matching blue or green with a light armour plating.

Standing to attention, Eragon slowly bowed before them "I am glad to see you are well, were your travels rough?" Arya's face almost turned into an incredulous expression, wondering why after he himself travelled so far and then undertook another journey and still asks how they were, but being Arya she kept her face clear of emotions, holding a stately gaze down on him. "We did not do much, but idle during your leave." Arya shortly but elegantly put.

During this short conversation the Queen only stood before Eragon watching his movements and body for improvements, much like a customer in a cattle market inspecting the animals and their worth, to see whether or not the bull was worth obtaining. She eventually talked, stating- "you have improved Eragon, both you and your soul partner look stronger and more world weary than the youth and hatchling that trained with our elders in Ellesméra."

Eragon chuckled lightly "Yes we have both grown and can only hope that our efforts will be enough to succeed against the evil we have found ourselves against."

Eventually the pleasantries were over as the other leaders joined him, Orik leading them, shouting "Ho! Saphira, Eragon it has been too long!" Soon Orik was by his side as Eragon lead him and the elves into Naruto's strange appearing tent. Looking around Eragon was perplexed by Orin's lack of guard, asking Orik "Where are your guards, surely at times like these your defences would only increase… not decrease. You could be harmed or assassinated at any point." Throughout his speech Eragon's tone became one of an adult scolding a child, his hand placed firmly on his hip to accentuate this image. Orik only chuckled, "why Eragon I am unaware that you had become such a motherly type in your absence," Orik threw his arm over Eragon's shoulder causing the taller to squat lightly to accommodate the others lack of height, "I was told that my guard was not needed, so I have left my clan-mates behind braiding their beards and enjoying their ale in this short time of relative peace. But I can assume that whilst in a… tent?" he looked puzzled for a moment, somewhat confused by the tent's obnoxious tone- before continuing. "With the leaders and strongest warriors in the Varden, there will need be no worry for my safety," he smirked boyishly, "though I have to wonder what exactly you found in Vroengard and your further travels which would warrant such secrecy."

Eragon lead the group into the tent astounded much like the elves and Orik of the tent's interior. On the far side of the tent across from the entrance there was a large cushion like platform which they assumed was prepared for Saphira. The rest of the large space however was very differently decorated- with a wood like floor and large plushy cushions encircling a large fire pit and cooking instruments. Breaking out of his incredibility Eragon strode up to the nearest large cushion by Saphira and marvelled at its silk yet fur like texture.

Not long after everyone had settled within the mysterious tent, which on one had surprisingly asked about, Eragon felt Roran's presence outside the shielded area and allowed him access, before hurrying to his dearly missed cousin's side and hugging him. "How have you been Roran? Has married life been treating you?" Roran only chuckled in reply, shaking his head softly in amusement. "Has much happened to you in my absence?"

Roran's stance immediately became tenser at the question grinding out a monotonous "You could say so," Eragon had a questioning look, "I had some trouble with king Orrin"

"Why? What could you or he do to anger the other so?"

"I do not take well to, nor accept the opinions of fools harming others."

"His opinions were strong, unable to see reason?"

"Strong enough to assault me"

Startled by this revelation to the king's character, Eragon could only stutter out in fear of his loved ones safety, "in what way?!"

Shaking his head sadly Roran replied, "he tried to stab me." Eragon's face went pale and then soon red in anger, Roran seeing this tried to appease him, "I was not harmed, for all his strong words and theories Orrin is no warrior, I easily knocked the sword from his hand in defence. Though I know that if he had his way he would have thoughtlessly killed me."

"Orrin," his anger grew, though still at this point someone who didn't know him well would notice nothing of the murderous aura wafting sinisterly off him, "Did you strike him in return?"

Roran's face was graced with a somewhat sinister smile, "no but I think my defiance of him was actually far worse." The two cousins' stances were mirroring the other. That of a warrior, alert and ready for sudden battle. That saddened Eragon, purely for the fact that not because he had lost his own childhood innocence but that Roran had to also, as well as the simple and happy life he was sure to have had with Katrina if life had not turned this way.

Oppositely Roran saw happiness in the eyes of his younger cousin that had not been with him since leaving Carvahall. A slight gleam of happiness and hope, and Roran could only wonder why it was there. "Have you met a lady friend since leaving?" Roran questioned somewhat jokily, for his straight forward mind found a lady to be the most likely source of happiness within a youth his age.

Eragon spluttered, "What!"

"You are happy, did you find love and give up your fruitless quest for Arya's love."

"What no! Come you will know soon." Eragon turned on his heel blushing lightly and trampling back to the tent, Roran chuckling lightly as he followed, thinking perhaps things with us haven't changed as much as I thought. Eragon, as he walked slowly and carefully said, "but don't worry, in case of Orrin wanting vengeance I will place spells on you and Katrina for your protection." Roran only nodded knowing that Eragon would know his answer without turning around.

Soon after, the two settled in the tent joining in on the conversations with the elves and dwarf, or making their own with the tents other occupants.

Almost a half hour later, Jörmurdur and Orrin rode up together and were allowed entrance to the area, looking somewhat surprisingly un phased by the strange orange tent that appeared before them at the removal of the shielding spell. Eragon walked out from the tent to greet the two, even Orrin though he had threatened Roran, only to be greeted curtly and shortly by Orrin and bombarded by the strong stench of wine, wrinkling up his nose he ushered the two inside and ensured the drunkard king sat as far from him or the sensitive nosed elves.

Once settled he had them all swear in the ancient language to not speak of what was heard while there. Starting out the assembly by explaining the concept of the Eldunarí to all but the elves, as well as their impact on history- specifically of how they impacted Galbatorix's rise to power. Though on more than one occasion the elves, i.e. Islanzadί, attempted to stop Eragon from sharing secrets held and kept undisclosed for their overly long living lives.

Arya though found one flaw with this, "did you tell Nasuada of this before her… departure?"

"Yes, it was the only safe thing to do I that instance." Arya nodded, but one other occupant was not as accepting of the others being told.

"What! Why was I not told of this! You chose to ignore me after all I have done for the Varden! We supply you with not only food and necessities but the lives of my men! Yet it was decided that I should take no part in this information nor any decisions?!" He was panting violently, looking a second away from drawing his sword. Only stopped from the disapproving gaze of the dwarven ruler as he smartly shouted, "I was not told either, Orrin! I am sure that not telling us was also at that point the only possible logical and safe option for Eragon to take!"

Roran saw that following that root of conversation would not end well asked, "so during your travels did you find more dragon soul… things?"

Eragon nodded quickly, "yes, I found a few thousand hidden and horded away before Galbatorix's take over, that can be used to make ourselves more powerful."

Arya though found that something didn't add up, "then why were you one so long, even with all of that you should have been back here a week or so ago, were you lost?" At that moment a chill ran down the gathered spine. At that exact moment they felt a presence they couldn't feel before appeared. "What is this?" Roran uttered, how someone had come here, and with the skills they appear to have… how long had he been here. "Maa, Maa~ I thought this would be the appropriate place to butt in" He was glared at and weapons were drawn, though surprisingly Eragon seemed more settled, replying quickly before anyone, and he had a strange suspicion it wouldn't be the stranger- would get hurt. "No! Stop! He's just answering your questions… he's the reason I was late! Meet Naruto."

The others were shocked into silence, Roran getting out of it the fastest and thinking wait I thought Eragon was happy for finding love with a lady… maybe I judged it incorrectly… maybe he found love with a man?!

Ládrin= open!

'tip of hat'= hmmm not sure about this… in England it means showing… acceptance of another? Kinda like bowing?

Maa= is a word/ utterance that kakashi (and my Naruto) say's like Kenshin saying "Oro!"

A/N- I'm so tempted for some reason to have all the elves speak like yoda :P

Also the end bit is a joke; there won't be yaoi (boyxboy):L just in case people are going to leave because of it…