AN: I'm sorry this one's late and I'm actually seriously annoyed with myself for letting be late but Jimothy sat on this. I actually started writing it on the 3rd of January with the intention of posting it on Sadie's birthday and dedicating it to her, but after writing it, I decided that it was too rubbish to post. It was actually the worst chapter I have ever written for this fandom – it was that bad. Sadie would've wondered what she did that was so bad I felt the need to dedicate it to her. So, I've struggled over it for a month and finally, here it is: the seventh and incredibly late chapter!

Disclaimer: As it happens, I'm not CP and therefore do not own the Inheritance Cycle – but I do own the plot, the randomness and a copy of each book that's been released in the cycle. Woot! Go me!

STILL DEDICATED TO SADIE (Sadie193)! Happy Birthday for ages ago!

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Taking in the scene from her seat in a surprisingly comfortable plastic chair, Selena had to admit that perhaps there was no such thing as a good idea anymore. While their house was being made inhabitable, the family and lodger combination had taken up residence in a string of caravans. Selena thought that had been a good idea, since they already owned Eragon and Arya's caravan and Caravans meant they could take a winter holiday. When Selena had spotted the frozen lake, she decided it would be nice to stop in the beautiful place for a while. Nice though it was, that was a fairly neutral idea.

However, Eragon had immediately discovered that he wanted to skate on the ice, which had led to everyone else jumping on the metaphorical band-wagon of ice. Letting them enjoy the ice was not such a great idea, which led Selena to ponder the existence of any idea that was entirely, one hundred percent good since all things they did seemed to have at least one disadvantage.

And to add insult to disadvantage, Selena did not know what Supernanny thought about what to do when the 'little darlings' attempted to eat the ice of a frozen lake. Selena decided that Supernanny really ought to do something about that because watching Galbatorix attempting to eat the ice he was standing on and consequently getting his tongue stuck was not pretty.

"It's fine," Galbatorix attempted to assure Morzan, who had noticed his misfortune and was providing a first-class demonstration of multitasking by lecturing him and pulling on his middle at the same time. Or at least that's what Morzan assumed the mad king was trying to tell him; he didn't think "Ithine" was a real word. He secretly resolved to ask Angela if it was.

"If you try to lick ice, you will get your tongue stuck and if you are alone you will have to stay there and get hypothermia then you will freeze to death and all that will be left of you by the time you are found will be an icicle, which will-"

"It's not a problem," Galbatorix insisted. "I can eat my way free!"

With that, Galbatorix took a bite out of the ice trapping his tongue and stood up, chewing on a large chunk of ice sticking out of the corner of his mouth. He swallowed before skating off after Brom.

Morzan managed to pull himself together enough to finish his lecture by yelling at the back of Galbatorix's gleaming head, "-become a collector's item and be attacked by ice-moths!"

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Lounging in a currently very inappropriately named sun-lounger, Arya had never known pain like this. She clutched the offending area of pain and dragged in a shuddery breath.

"It's really not that funny, you know," Murtagh reminded her from the ice.

Arya tried to keep enough air in her lungs to deal out a witty reply but all the air she got exploded out of her in fits of giggles. As soon as she had achieved enough oxygen to speak, she blurted out the first thing that popped into her head between giggles.

"I need… to… peeeee!"

"I look like I've peed," Murtagh pointed out, gesturing to his nice wet trousers – a souvenir from when he had first stepped onto the ice, been pushed into motion gently (for once) by Arya because he was having a tough time moving then spectacularly slipped over – arms spinning around like windmills and all – and rolled all the way to Arya's feet before he'd finally managed to stand up again by using her leg as leverage.

Ice-skating was not his strong point.

"INCOMING!"

Murtagh turned his head just in time to see the blue rider-turned-blur hurtling towards him in a surprisingly graceful manner before diving head first into the snow at the foot of Arya's sun-lounger. Naturally, Murtagh and Arya were sprayed with snow and Eragon received Evils from Murtagh and a Death Glare that surpassed even the horrors of the most fearsome Evils Eragon had ever administered from Arya.

"Wow," Eragon said cheerily. "Pregnancy hormones sure can be useful!"

"I still need to pee."

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Durza stared down at the ice beneath him sullenly. Ice wasn't his friend. Ice was cold and white like Brom's hair was going, not red and vibrant like Durza's own hair. No, when came down to it, the ice of this temporary home was not as likable of the fire in the home Durza had left behind.

Durza sighed. Would he ever get to see the love of his life again? He wasn't sure; he never got to answer his own question due to being hit on the back of the head with something hard and flat like Brom's shoe. He fell, skidding across the ice.

"Hey, Galby! It's just like golf!" Brom's voice rang out.

So it had been Brom's shoe that hit him in the head, Durza mused. He moved to run but stopped as a jet of flame started to melt some ice a few inches to his left.

Oops!

Thorn, you're an idiot! Saphira reminded the big, blundering buffoon of a dragon flying next to her.

Not so! Thorn retorted childishly. I just got a bit carried away; it doesn't mean I'm stooooopid or anything.

You just proved my point, Saphira stated, amused. The word is stupid, not stooooopid.

I was emphasising it to prove my point!

Sure. Of course you were…

I was!

Not!

Durza could only stare as the figures of the two bickering dragons disappeared behind a cloud. There were three reasons for this. The first was that Durza liked to stare at things; it was all he did when he wasn't being annoying or disgusting or getting beaten up by Brom and his shoe (nicknamed 'the Shoe of Ultimate Pain, Horror and DOOM!' or the 'SUPHD!' by Durza). The second was that he'd just noticed that Thorn happened to be red, meaning that the male dragon deserved a free pass to Ginger Heaven as Durza believed he did no matter what LEPRADAS thought. And thirdly, he had only just realised that dragons had the ability to breathe fire.

Wow! Durza thought, gawping at the space where Thorn and Saphira had disappeared behind a cloud. I want one!

AN: Again, sorry for the extreme lateness but don't worry, I AM going to finish this fic. I WILL see it through to the end. But reviews do make me update faster (hint hint). Thanks to everyone whose stuck with this fic, not only do you make my day but I'm probably your biggest fan… :)

Thank you reviewers! You people are the people who made me want to struggle through my writer's block (Me: (punches palm threateningly) one of these days, Jimothy, I'm smash you so much I'll have writer's shards instead of a writer's block!) to write this chapter and put it up! Thank you!

Next chapter: Murtagh's Christmas present comes in handy (adventure holiday ticket-y things), the Morrison's alcohol delivering paramedic and fireman guy makes his return and Islanzadí embarrasses Arya.

Mibs: Galbatorix may well succeed in consuming Murtagh's arm eventually. As for cannibalism, I wouldn't out it past him; he has enough cannibalistic tendencies for it! Eragon was holding Murtagh's nose because all the magic users had to touch him to heal him and well… Eragon is Eragon; he's not sane in any way, shape or form.

If you live in England, you have to be prepared for the fact that it rains. A lot. And whenever it's hot, it feels a lot hotter than it is. England with a tiny bit of heat feels hotter than the temple in Lindos (Rhodes), where it was fifty degrees and I could feel my feet burning inside my pumps. I still love it though. I mean, we have fish 'n' chips!

Note: Reviews make my day! Hint…

~ThePurpleRose