Arya sat on Fírnen's back as they flew above the tree tops of Ellesméra every evening after she held court with the other elf lords and ladies. She sighed as she looked to the western sky, tears threating to fall, but she kept her composure. This was the second time she had watch the love of her life depart from this world. This time though it was worse as she knew he was alive, but that they would never be able to hold another face to face conversation. Fírnen growled and in his deep voice and said.

'Little one, what troubles you? Is it Eragon again, or is it something else?'

'You know me thoughts and all Fírnen, but yes it is Eragon. I just can't help but to think, did I make the right decision? Or did I make a foolish mistake?'

'What does your heart say?' was his reply after they had landed.

'My heart says to go after him, but my mind…' she drifted off, but he knew her next words.

'Think on it little one, you will find the true answer soon enough.' And with that he took off to the skys.

Arya watched as he flew towards one of the tree houses in which he stayed. Pulling her cloak over her head she walked back to Tialdarí Hall as it started to snow. The winter months had come early this year but that meant little to her and the elves, all they needed to do was sing to the plants and they would grow. Arya walked by a group of elves, she knew that the reason they were there was to see if the any of the four eggs Eragon had left would hatch for any of them. She stopped and watched from the side.

One of the eggs, a white one, rocked back and forth as a male elf with silver hair, tied back, passed by it. Soon a though occurred to her as her heart and mind wandered to the man that had left not to long ago. She walked back to her quarters, swiftly as the snow started to pick up. Arya picked up her quill and a piece of parchment and began to write.

" Lord Eragon, Master of the Dragon Riders,

I do hope this letter finds its way to you. A Though occurred to me that we did not put an answer too while you were here, and so here is that thought. How will the new riders find their way to the hall you and the others have built? Some will not even know which way is east or west. And so I have a proposal to this unanswered predicament. I will leave a lord or lady in charge of my leave for a month as I travel with the new riders to the hall. If this message makes it in one piece then it will not be long till I may be there. You see, the white egg you left has hatched for an elf.

Sincerely, Arya Queen of the elves."

As she finished writing, a grass sail boat floated into her room and she soon realized it to be the one she made while they were escaping the through the empire after Eragon and Roran had slain the Ra'zac. Smiling she shrunk the piece of paper with magic small enough for it to fit on the grass mast, and whispered his true name and a spell so that it would find its way to him.

As she watched it leave, she saw the sun dip below the horizon. Sighing she whispered "Eragon.." as a single tear fell slowly down her cheek.