Hello! I am so sorry that I haven't updated in like a year. I kind of got distracted by fiction press. I totally understand if you don't want to read this anymore, but I promise you I'll try to finish the whole thing!

Again I am so sorry, but if you can look past my laziness and read this next chapter I'd love it.

Chapter 11: Interruption

Ella was finding it very hard to breathe. She sat in what she had been told was the official "guard room". It was not the same room that she and Alex had stayed in before, but it was mighty similar. Everything was the same, the bed covers, the bark walls, even the fruit that sat in the tray beside the door to the toilet. The only thing that was different was the link in her mind to the most important thing in her life: Freair.

Stop it, he was saying, Eragon will get better, we did a good job. You've seen him, he looks exactly normal. Like none of this stuff ever happened.

Ella just nodded her head at Freair who was sitting in the crook of her arm resting his chin on her beautiful gedwëy ignasia. She bowed her head as her eyes slowly filled with tears. It had been five days and still Eragon had not awakened and she couldn't help but think they'd killed him.

Sitting at the bed Alex seemed to sense Ella's thoughts and said quietly, "Maybe… well if Eragon is dead, they would have told us by now, wouldn't they? But we haven't heard a word in four days, so it must be fine."

"Or everything went wrong, and they're too angry at me to tell me," she said softly, "Maybe they want me to die."

Alex and Freair both started shouting at once, Alex jumping up and rushing to her as Freiar fluttered to her hair.

Of course they don't! Freair shouted, his deep harmonious voice resounding in Ella's head.

"Why would they want you to die?" Alex asked, his voice an octave higher than it usually was. He put his soft hands to her cheeks and gently raised her head. "What makes you think that?"

Ella tried to look away from Alex's stunning eyes and said without emotion, "We haven't been feed or looked in on in four days. Don't you think that's the first tip-off?"

Again the onslaught of voices attacked her.

That's what you base this on! Freair said to her as he flew agitated to the bed post, No check up's!

Alex was equally stunned, "There may be plenty more important things to do than see how the baby elves are doing," he said sarcastically, dropping his hands from her chin, "Besides we have enough food in here for weeks!"

Shame burned scarlet on Ella's cheeks. She could feel Freair's and Alex's frustration, and she couldn't exactly blame them. She had not stopped crying for days, not exactly an interesting welcoming for Freair, but she just couldn't stop. She had cared for Eragon the first time she had heard his name and when Feair and her had discovered his healing powers, she was only too happy to help. Now she hoped she hadn't done him more harm than good.

The tears brimmed over. It's just unbearable not to know she said to Freair, looking over to his desolate figure. The little dragon swished his tail as he clawed his way up the bedpost. He did not say anything, but she felt his forgiveness wash over her.

Alex seemed to compose himself and sat on the arm of the chair, wrapping his warm arms around her. "Shhh," he said as he pulled her head into his chest. " Ella it will be fine. You're just overwhelmed, you haven't seen daylight in a week, and you haven't slept well. I want you to go to bed and…" He hesitated and looked deep into Ella's eyes. He sighed, his perfect features danced in the candle light. He was the most beautiful sight of indecision Ella had ever seen, her heart skipped a beat.

He bent close into her ear, "… and I want you to know that I-I…I love you." He whispered roughly, pulling back to look into Ella's astonished eyes. She gazed back at him, her heart soaring. She loved him back, she knew it, but she was never sure how to tell him. She knew how to now.

Staring into his crystal blue eyes she tilted her head to the side, slowly leaning forward. She paused when his lips almost touched hers, closed her eyes, and…

The door whipped open, startling Ella out of Alex's arms. She jumped up as soon as she hit the ground glaring at the door, hating whoever dared to interrupt such a wonderful moment.

Eragon walked in, as perfect as he was when he last left Ellesmera.

So what did you think of that? Again I'm really sorry!

Love, arial-96