A/N: Welcome readers of all races! Half-elves, half-dwarves, half-Urgals, dwarf-elves, Urgal-dwarves and Pure Bloods! So here we are, Eragon being captured by the Varden.

Disclaimer: What's Dora's monkey's name? Not mine.

And to let you guys know, this is not one week later like Arya last chapter, this is an hour or so after the Eragon section of last chapter.

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Eragon had to give the elves some credit; they did know how to make a prisoner wait in fear for their torture. But who said Eragon was in fear? If he could withstand the cruelest torture of Galbatorix, then he could go by with and elf's. He wondered if his family and friends missed him.

Of course they do, why would you think that? A voice in the back of his mind said. Eragon didn't really know, but if they missed him then Eragon knew that they were planning to break him out. Eragon wished they wouldn't; there was the entire might of the elven, dwarf, and Varden army in one camp. Eragon had escaped from the Varden before, but only by using the Hate Spell, and the results were not pretty.

And then there was another problem. Usually Eragon would just be able to break out of the tent by using magic within his head, which was much easier considering he was a half-elf. He didn't know why, but it just was. However, the elves, in their fury towards the half-elf (That would be Eragon by the way) had combined their magic and created magical chains that stopped Eragon from using magic. Every time he tried, a bout of pain rushed forth within his body and blood seemed to gather in his mouth.

The ground in front of him was stained red from all the blood Eragon had spat out and he tried mind magic often, which resulted in the lovely blood at his knees.

Then he vaguely heard several dainty footsteps walking towards "his" tent. Only and elf could walk like that, and there were at ten elves walking towards the torture tent.

He heard Islanzadi say, "Eight of you stay out here, no one goes in without my saying." And without waiting for a response, Islanzadi walked in the tent with two elves. Eragon recognized one of the elves, and it was probably one of Eragon's worst fans. The elf's name was Vanir, and the elf hated Eragon from the first day he laid eyes upon him. This was two days after he met Arya and he was teaching her sparring techniques.

Vanir had probably only been around twenty years old at the time, and it was very obvious that he was interested in Arya. The elf had even gone so far as to threaten Eragon to stay away from Arya. Eragon had thrown him into a tree.

Now here the elf was, looking at Eragon with even more disgust, if that was possible, than he had eighty years previous.

"I have guests! Please, make yourself at home." Eragon said to them welcomingly.

The elves looked at him coldly, and didn't move. "So your name is Eragon? I wonder why your parents wanted to disgrace the name of the first rider like that. But never mind that; let's get to business shall we?" Islanzadi said. "Now, I give you two options. One: You can tell me everything about the half-breeds and where my daughter is, and we shall give you a swift death. Two: You can not tell me anything about the half-breeds and where my daughter is, and we will torture it out of you. Which one will it be?"

Eragon pretended to think about it. "Well, as tempting as option number one is… I'll have to go with number two."

The elves seemed taken aback, as if they were expecting him to choose the first option and avoid torture. Then Islanzadi regained her composure, "I had hoped it would not come to this. I do not understand why you will not save my daughter, but so be it."

"You don't understand? You don't understand?! No, you don't. You haven't been locked away in the dungeons of Uru'baen for over a year and tortured by the king every single day! There is nothing you can do that will make me tell you anything about your daughter or my kin. So torture away."

The elves seemed totally surprised by his proclamation. Vanir spoke up, "Uru'baen eh? Well if you were directly tortured by the king himself, then we have to thank him for at least one thing of good he has done."

Eragon growled, "Come at me then bastards."

Islanzadi nodded, "I shall leave my torturers to you. If you ever want to speak up, do not hesitate to do so."

And the bitch of an elf left the tent.

Vanir and the other elf smiled at him and walked over to the table in the corner. Vanir picked up a cylinder that had a hole on one side.

"This half-breed is what I call the Bone-Crusher. One of your limbs goes inside the hole, and your bones will be crushed. Let us begin." Eragon tried to reach out his mind towards the two elves, but found it was encased within his head and unable to reach out. No matter how hard he pushed outwards the barrier wouldn't yield.

Well, I gotta give it to the elves; you do have some fancy torture devices.

A-R-Y-A

"PREGNANT?!" Arya shouted. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I'M PREGNANT?!"

Angela kept a cool demeanor, "Well being pregnant means you a baby growing inside of –"

"I know what it means!' Arya shouted.

Angela then looked generally confused, "Then why are you so confused?"

"I can't be pregnant!"

Murtagh then began to speak, "You very well can. Who have you had sex with lately?"

"Murtagh! You don't just go around asking people that!" His mother shouted, and then proceeded to smack him upside the head. He then apologized at the influence of his mother.

"Well Arya?" Angela said.

"Well what?"

"Who have you had sex with lately?" Angela asked. Selena didn't hit Angela.

"So when Angela asks that it's ok, but it's not when I ask?!" Murtagh shouted.

"Yes," all three women replied in unison. "So who have you had sex with lately?" Angela repeated.

"Um…" This was not the kind of thing Arya was comfortable talking about, so she 'Eragon' as quickly as possible.

"What was that?" Selena asked.

"Eragon," she whispered embarrassed.

Angela laughed, "I knew it! Who else would you have sex with?" Arya blushed furiously and looked down at the floor. Selena then slapped Angela upside the head.

Selena then proceeded to ask, "Is it a boy or a girl?" Arya was confused; how was she supposed to know? Selena then explained, "All elves know the gender of their baby when they are in their womb, so I ask again. Is it a boy or a girl?"

Arya was speechless, but tried to find out. She reached her mind towards her stomach through her body. When she reached the fetus, she yelped out loud. She had actually touched her baby with her mind. Stepping into the baby's mind, she explored it, feeling everything it felt. And the gender was all around the baby's mind. It had a feminine touch to it, and thought, or lack thereof, in a feminine way.

Pulling her mind out of her little girl, she announced to the crowd, "It's a girl."

Angela squealed in delight and hugged Arya tightly. She then proceeded to tell Arya strange things like what a baby could look like if Arya ate a frog in the recent future.

Meanwhile, Murtagh groaned and it earned the attention of the three females. They all gave him a stern look, and he cowered. "Well, it um, well…Before Arya got here it was two males and two females, and it was even. Then Arya arrived and it became three females and two males, but now its four women and two men!"

Arya growled menacingly, "Do not insult my and Eragon's girl. Women are much more sensible than men and it takes at least ten women to watch over one man! But imagine our pain that we only now have four to watch over two!"

Murtagh shrugged, and then backed away slowly. When he was under the deck Angela and Selena embraced Arya tightly.

"I'm so happy for you and Eragon child. You know elves cherish children above all else, and you have created a wonderful life." Selena said with a smile.

Arya couldn't help but smile either, but then her smile faded from her face. If only Eragon was here to discover that in six months he would father a little baby girl. For the second time that day, she sat down against the railing. Angela sat next to her while Selena said she was going to gather everyone else to celebrate.

Angela noticed the look of sadness on her friend's face. "Don't worry Arya, we will get Eragon back."

"But what if we don't? What if my little girl grows up without a father?" Arya asked with silent tears flowing down her face. She leaned her head down on Angela's should and wept for Eragon's sake.

"We will get Eragon to his family." Angela vowed in the Ancient Language.

"Thank you Angela." Arya said with a sad smile.

Angela smiled and laughed. "What is so funny?"

"I'm going to be an aunt!" Angela exclaimed. "And mother will be a grandmother! Oh, I bet she'll think she's so old. And grandpa is going to be a great-grandfather! Oh and it goes on and on!"

Arya laughed as well, but could not keep the pang of sadness out of her heart. I will get you back Eragon. For me and for our baby.

A/N: Sorry it was so short, but I really don't have a choice. There's a major ice storm about to hit, and it's really really big. I may not update tomorrow, but I will try my absolute best. But of course I will still type, and if the ice storm ends in three days, then I'll have three days worth of chapters to put up.

I hope I make it out of this storm, cause it's going to be bad.