Meep! I'm back once again to poison your little minds MUAHAHAHAHA!! Um, no actually I'm not. That was my split personality talking… don't all writers have one of those? Anyways… back to the story! Uh… *reads over last chapter from sudden memory loss* Oh yes now I know where I am! Sorry for being confusing in this author's note… I'm rather fond of confusing myself and others. XD Again, I get off-topic… So let's get back on-topic: the story! I finished the first chapter early today, so lucky for you guys, you get another one to read! Just wanted to tell you all, reviews are greatly appreciated, tell me what is wrong with my story if there's a typo or something and I'll fix it, or just tell me how good it is. Uhm…. Rather not author's note compared to my other ones, isn't it? Anyways, just reminding you all that this is rated M so act it, and also that there may be mild language use from now on. I thought it'd be fun to throw that in the picture. Also I try to update at least once a day and so far am holding true to my goal, as I lie to my little brother and tell him that it's a rule of Fanfiction sites or else you get banned.. oh, lying to little brothers is fun. Uh… here's the story! (this note almost took up half a page in Microsoft Word so I thought it'd be best to get a move on…) Oh and by the way I'm not going through nine whole months I'm just skipping forward… but not in this chapter. In this chapter the wee little messenger finds his wee little way home!

Disclaimer: I don't think I'm the only one who want Arya in my life. CP owns her and won't stop clinging! MEH!!!!

--Surda--

A guard whistled from atop a rather large watchpost. Pulling his binoculars to his eyes, he saw that the person running (well, more limping, but still at the pace of a human run) was an elf. "A messenger from the elves! And he's injured! Send Nasuada to the gates right away!" A messenger from the ground rushed off to Nasuada's tent.

He entered without announcing himself and ran straight into a meeting Nasuada was having with Roran and a three-month-pregnant Katrina. She stopped speaking immediately. "What is the meeting of this?" She asked quietly, but with authority.

"An elf messenger was spotted. He seems to injured, he was limping." The messenger reported.

Nasuada raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure it is an elf?"

"Positive, Lady." The messenger nodded, sure of himself.

"Roran, Katrina, come with me. We will see what news this elf has to give us." Nasuada, with Roran and Katrina followed the messenger to the gates, where the elf was approaching. He limped heavily.

The elf thought a moment, realizing that the Varden would want to know what his name is. He stopped a hundred feet from the gates. "I am Valein of the elves, carrying a message from our new queen!" He yelled. He strode quickly to the gates, and collapsed. His ankle was stuck out at a bad angle, and he was bleeding from a gash that looked like it had reopened, and was infected.

"Get him in the medical tent right away!" Nasuada yelled. The elf was still conscious, and he moaned with pain.

Roran stepped forward, offering the elf a hand. "You need help?"

The elf looked up. "Aye." He took Roran's hand and Roran slung the lightweight man over his shoulder. He then walked towards the tent, Katrina trailing him with Nasuada following behind. She smiled at Roran's loyalty.

Soon Valein was treated for his injuries, and was sitting up on the cot he was placed on. "Islanzadí died a bit over a month ago, and Arya Dröttningu took her place. Since I have left I received more of a message, to tell you that Eragon is Arya's mate and she is a month pregnant."

Katrina squealed with glee. "Sisters-in-law! And with child at the same time!"

Nasuada already knew of this. "But how did you get your injuries?" She persisted.

Valein's eyes grew dark. He shuddered. "Galbatorix's men kicked out my ankle and carried me to his city." He spat. "Uru'bean is the most miserable place I've ever seen! At the palace gates I struggled harder and ended up with a sword in my arm. My mind is so well-protected not even the evil king himself could break it! The man was foolish enough to ask my name and I gave him an alias. That was when he decided to ask me if I'd join forces with him or be let go an inch from death.

"Of course, I wouldn't give in. He couldn't reach the message. I had many other wounds, but healed them as I left. He told his black dragon to kill me, and guess what it did? It spoke to both me and Galbatorix, telling the man he wouldn't do his dirty work! I swear that dragon's resisting." A smile broke the elve's lips. He continued with a sarcastic tone. "So, Mr. Almighty King here, he got mad and threw his sword into a wall, where it stuck deep in the wood. He said I had until he retrieved the sword to escape, and if he caught he he'd kill me. I was half a league from the black place before I head the sword get removed! It was all luck, it was."

Nasuada had been focusing on breaking his well-protected mind. A bead of sweat appeared on her forehead, and Valein looked at her with a smile on his face. "Not gonna get through, Lady Nasuada. Many can develop this ability. I recommend your magicians train your fighters a little control with their minds. They might last against the king. Oh, he says he's powerful, but his eldunari, they're getting weak now. At this rate, you may want to strike in a few months."

Nasuada slipped into a thoughtful look. "Aye, but what about the men that feel no pain?"

"Galbatorix won't have the strength to continue that escapade very much longer either."

She nodded. It had been two days since talking to Arya. "Bring a mirror. I would like to contact Arya."

--Ellesmera--

Arya was called into the meeting room once again. "I was busy. You just talked to me two days ago, what in the bloody hell do you need now?"

Nasuada was inside a different tent. "Your messenger reached us. He escaped from Galbatorix's clutches." She relayed the story and turned the mirror to the elf in Surda.

"Valein! You're alright!" Arya exclaimed.

"Fear not, Galbatorix can't even break my mind. He was so gullible I told him a false name!" He cackled madly. The mirror showed Nasuada again, this time her face unsure. "He's quite dehydrated." She said.

Arya nodded and heard Katrina in the background. The mirror was passed to her. "How are you Arya? I hear you are with child." She was quieter than usual.

"I am. One month." Arya hated explaining this over and over again. She knew it would be worth it though.

Katrina's face disappeared as the mirror showed her abdomen. "I have three months." She nearly-squealed, but kept her voice hushed.

Arya smiled warmly. "That's great, Katrina."

"Yep! Good luck with Eragon!" She was handing the mirror back to Nasuada when Valein cackled again. Arya burst out laughing. Nasuada looked confused.

"His laugh is so funny!" Arya calmed herself down. "You can keep him there, if you like. Tell him it's under my orders. I don't want him trekking across Alagäesia again."

Nasuada nodded and wished Arya good luck. The mirror went back to a normal reflective surface and she left.

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Eragon was at a meeting again, debating strongly. "Why must I leave? Why in hell does Nasuada need me now?!"

A boy peeped in the door. "There is another message from Nasuada. King Eragon is not needed now, they are keeping their messenger under Queen Arya's orders."

Eragon nodded to the boy and he left, the latch on the door clicking quietly. "is there anything else you need?" The men in the room shook their heads and Eragon left.

He nearly ran into Arya on his way from the palace. They stopped and kissed each other lightly. "Eragon, guess what Roran did?" She had a look in her eyes as if Eragon should know what she was talking about.

Eragon's thoughts flitted to Katrina. "No way.. really?" His mood lightened immediately.

"Aye, she's been with child three months now. Compared to my one." Arya knew that having a child in elven customs was the most ultimate sign of love, and should not be decided upon hastily. She hadn't obeyed the 'hastily' part, but the ultimate sign of love was given. And so they were allowed to kiss in public. Arya stroke Eragon's cheeks and he flushed.

Then she kissed him. He kissed her back, his tongue moving into her open mouth. Arya licked his teeth. Neither of them noticed the messenger appearing beside them. He cleared his throat politely. Arya broke the kiss, and she and Eragon blushed.

"Your dragon broke into my mind, Eragon. She wishes for your presence." Eragon nodded and took Arya's hand, and they left for the treehouse. Eragon contacted Saphira.

Since when do you speak through others? He asked curiously.

Since you blocked my mind. I take it you and Arya were kissing? Saphira chuckled. You don't have to block me anymore. I have my future mate, and I love him very much… She began mumbling about a dragon's age for sexual maturity and Eragon laughed out loud, causing elves to look at him then glance away, realizing he was a Dragon Rider.

What's so funny, Little One? Saphira asked.

Your mumbling. Eragon replied honestly, grinning. I'm at the base of the treehouse. Talk to you soon.

Saphira said goodbye and Arya reached for the staircase handle. She opened the door to a tiny, emerald dragon. Arya pulled Eragon inside and slammed the door, getting into a suggestive pose in case anyone saw her slam it.

Eragon was glad she did that, because if he were her he would have stared dumbly at the tiny creature begging to ride on her shoulder.

Arya told him if he could fly up and land on it, then it was a deal. He flapped his wings and sat, with two paws that had sharp talons on her head. He was much too big to be getting rides now. But she held up her end of the bargain and made it up the stars with him. Eragon was laughing quietly the whole time.

She turned on him and Bhronnë was thrown off. "And what's so funny?"

Eragon realized he was backed up against a wall. When he opened his mouth to answer, Arya kissed him with passion. Slowly they backed up into what had been used as Arya's room and shut the door.

The dragons looked at each other until they heard clothing being stripped off of bodies, then they looked at the door. It was quiet for a moment and then Saphira heard a light sound of feet leaving the floor. They didn't come back down to make a returning noise, but there was a soft bump, the same sound as when Eragon was backed into a wall.

Saphira decided to interfere with humor in her voice. Experiencing different ways for humans to have sex, are we? She saw flitting images of kissing, heard heavy breathing, and basically anything else going on in there. Having fun?

Shut up. Eragon went back to kissing Arya and, well, other stuff he was doing to her.

A few pleasurable moans sounded from behind the door. Bhronnë rolled his eyes from beside Saphira.

"Well, not only am I hearing it, but I'm seeing it too." She spoke.

"Arya hasn't closed her connection with me yet. She gives me the feeling of not being male." Bhronnë responded. He could also speak.

"Lucky you," Saphira said sarcastically. More moans came from behind the door.

Eragon and Arya left the room an hour later, looking just as they had when they came in minus the kissing part.

Are you done for now? The dragons said in unison. Both nodded.

Arya, do you know how to cut off a connection? Bhronnë asked.

"Oops," Arya said. "Sorry. I'll do that next time. It's just hard to.. when you're busy." She blushed and her hand went to her abdomen.

"I forgot to this time Saphira. I'm sorry." Eragon blushed redder than Arya had.

It's alright, Little One. Saphira chuckled. I feel less female now, that's all. I know how elves and humans mate now.

"It's not always like that-"Arya started.

I see the other way when you actually are in bed. Don't be thinking I'm asleep.

"SAPHIRA!!!" Eragon and Arya yelled. Their faces went from red to ghost white.

Yes?

Eragon sighed. "What did you need to tell us, anyways?"

Oh, only that Bhronnë will be fully grown in two weeks.

"TWO WEEKS?!" Arya yelled in disbelief. "I have to tell my elves tonight. In the hall." Arya looked outside and yelped. "We best get ready. Give me a minute, Eragon. I'm going to change." Eragon caught her as she tired to rush into her room.

"Stop. You're fine. Just make your hair look in order." Eragon touched his own overly-long mop of hair. "I'm going to get mine brushed." Eragon went to the mirror and shaved with magic, then yanked a comb through his hair till it looked somewhat tamed. Arya came in and laughed, helping him finish.

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Arya stood in the middle of the dinner. All voices went silent. "I have news for you all. A few days ago I found a dragon egg, one of Glaedr's last unhatched sons. His name is Bhronnë, and he hatched, but was unable to mark my palm. Instead he marked here," She indicated her abdomen, "and Eragon is researching the reason. According to Saphira he will reach maturity in another two weeks."

The elves cheered, and Arya sat back down. She and Eragon enjoyed the meal and then went up to the treehouse. They went to sleep after a long kiss, both of them too tired to make love that night.

Alright, my longest chapter yet. I said all I needed to in the first note, so I just need to say one more thing:

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