Hello fellow nerdy nerdiers like me …lol jk, I just really wanted to write that. But… How did you like it so far? Any requests? Suggestions? Delimas I should add? Anything? BTW I hart making Eragon stumble. It's too cute! I think we should make him suffer more, right? Have Elva try some new things out. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon…but I do own this pairing until you all find out that they actually do end up together! I know, I'm amazing. Please. No paparazzi.
For weeks after when training, Eragon could not manage to look at her completely without blushing furiously. It really was interfering with her lessons much more than he had hoped. But every once in a while, a wisp of her hair would escape the tight braids that were meticulously completed and he would have the urge to fix it then look a bit too intent into the blue eyes that were his doom. Though the magical growth had stopped after her transformation into a complete Rider like himself after Ageaathi Blodharam, at most she was 16 in human years.
The transformation had stunning effects to her features and induced new stares that were not just plain awe and respect when she walked by. Elva had noticed this too, and took quite an advantage of the new line of boys readily at her feet. It was mostly the stories that she ached for. The boys were mainly good company to talk with. They ate up every one of her comments and gestures.
O f course, this had earned him a few envious looks from the adolescent crowd as well. Only he could train with her in such an intimate environment with minds touching in such a deep level to pass on as much information he could in the few days.
They always trained in whatever clothes they had on to ensure flexibility. It was more likely that you would have to fight physically without magic if the attack was unexpected and you were dressed in normal clothes. But recently, after much nagging on Nasauda's behalf, he decided to spar with her for the first time while she wore her suit.
He was secretly hoping that he could put it off longer to gain composure, but it seemed that it never appeared at the right time. He was afraid of what he would see with her new woman curves tightly enclosed for the first time in something besides a simple dress.
The effects of the tight brown leather on her lightly tanned skin was enough to distract Eragon from noticing the delicate way the chain mail adorned her like jewelry instead of armor. The material of the upper leather was thin and didn't leave much to the imagination.
And of course…the face. Even after the curse was lessened, he never forgave himself for marring her with the scar. He still felt responsible of her, to care for her, but these feelings were intensified with primal urges of duty as he watched closely to how she breathed uneven when she ran out of breath catching up to him.
She was a natural born sprinter that had no endurance whatsoever. Still panting, Elva looked up to find him watching her. She flushed, embarrassed thinking he was disappointed at her.
"I'm sorry I'm not faster, but I promise I will be soon," she said
It broke him almost to see her worrying about such a thing instead of seeing herself as she truly was in his eyes.
" Class dismissed,"
Ahh little one. What is wrong? I sense something deeply troubling in your head. What is it?
Elva.he spurt out the name in confusion.
Give her some time, she is still just adjusting to her duties as a Rider.
Not that. No, she is doing just as I hoped besides endurance. NO, it is something else that bothers me.
All of those little men following her? She can defend herself. But I do see your dilemma, yes. They interfere with your lessons. Shall I scare them off?
No! NO not that, just forget it.
Oh.
Oh, what? Was that a good oh? Or an oh, this is not good oh.
No, little one, it's just that I realized how inconsiderate I was before, I apologize
There is no need of that Saphira.
You seem to have a human liking for her. Well, I am happy that you have found someone besides Arya. That elf would only be trouble to you. But the oh was also because, you need to be careful.
I know, she is terribly young. Of course Jeod's wife is that much younger than him.
No not that, age has nothing to do with love to dragons. What I meant was in the battlefield. Will you try to protect the Varden, Nasauda, and everyone or leave them to defend Elva? And with Galbatorix?
If he comes to you face to face, and somehow She falls off Raden-uhr, but you have a clear chance of killing him, what will you do? Until he is dead, she is a weakness.
Eragon found her lying half-hazardly hanging off of Raden-uhr
Elva! He cried out.
He jumped down to the cliff where she hung and lifted her from the edge.
"Elva, mmm, oh God, you're here, mmm," he kissed her arms and face avoiding her lips.
"Eragon?" she croaked. He laughed ebullient.
"I didn't die? Is he dead?" She wondered.
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