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Roran walked back to his quarters that he shared with Katrina. His wife-to-be sat on the bed and looked up when he entered. "Did you tell Lady Nasuada?" she asked immediately. He nodded solemnly.

Katrina stood and stepped close to him. She gripped the front of his tunic with her small hands. He embraced her tightly. "She wasn't happy, but she's handling it. I only hope that Eragon is faring well."

"He has Queen Arya and Saphira with him," replied Katrina, giggling. "I am sure that he is fine. He is the Varden's best fighter."

Roran nodded. "Very true," he agreed. He kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned the gesture. Her arms wrapped wildly around his neck and they toppled down to the bed. Roran was quick with his lustful hands to remove her simple dress. He planted wet kissed down her neck, breasts, and stomach, until he reached down low. He removed his clothes and crawled back up. Teasingly, he twisted her nipples between his fingers. She moaned his name.

Warning: Lemon Scene

Katrina knew nothing of her suroundings. The only thing she knew was of Roran, whom was giving her the most bliss that she's felt since before her home was destroyed. She moved her body against his obediently. Roran looked down at her. He looked directly into her eyes. Without a word, he positioned himself over her and thrust slowly into her. Katrina felt a fiery burn inside. She moaned in plessure. Her hands clawed into his back. His mouth covered her own, and he took her into a passionate kiss.

His thrusts steadilly became faster and harder. He arched his back slightly. He could feel his climax nearing.

Katrina wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him into her. Tears leaked from her eyes. She bit hard into his chest.

Roran responded, and lost all his self-control. His thrusts were hard and rough. They quickened.

Finally, Katrina released him and he slowly pulled himself out. Panting, he lay his head on her breast. Katrina fingered through his fine hair before sleep took her.

End of Lemon Scene

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Gloned woke in the early sunlight of the day. He watched the light as it crept above the hills in the east. Sighing, he turned away and walked out of the inn. The town was quiet in the early morning; with wives begining their husbands' breakfast and soldiers patrolling the streets. He quickly left and walked to the place where he had camped with Arya, Eragon, Orik, Saphira, and Galzra.

In the distance, he saw a fair figure glide on light feet toward him. His hand took the pomel of his sword and he took a defensive stance.

"You can relax, Gloned," said Arya as she came closer. "I have, or shouldn't have any need to harm you." She eyed him suspiciously. It soon passed though, and silently she led him to the camp.

Eragon and Orik sat across from each other with a small fire between them. Eragon was the first to look up. Did Galzra tell you that they're going on a hunt? he asked, lightly touching Arya's mind.

He did, answered Arya. I don't really trust Gloned . . ..

Neither do I, to be completely honest, said Eragon. He mentally sighed. But Nasuada sent him with us, so we have no choice in the matter. We are Shur'tugal and are bound to the land and its people. Arya sat next to him while Gloned sat across from them next to Orik. "What news do you have?" asked Eragon.

"It seems that there is a new queen," informed Gloned. "Some of the towns people whispered that she'll 'make the Varden pay for Galbatorix's death."

He is telling the truth, commented Eragon.

Even so, he seems to be hiding something very crutial to our purpose, said Arya. He doesn't seem the same as before he left. I think that he's been corrupted. Let me check his memories.

If we show any signs of not trusting him, the Varden will think that we're traitors, replied Eragon calmly. We must tread carefully if we are going to allow for the Shur'tugal to survive. If you haven't noticed, Saphira and Galzra are the only two dragons left.

"Is there anything else?" asked Arya forcefully.

Gloned shook his head. "That rumor was all I heard and it was all over the town," he said.

"That's all that we came here to find out," stated Eragon.

"What will we do now, Shadeslayer?" asked Orik gruffly. He tugged at his beard thoughtfully.

Eragon sighed. What do you think of all this Saphira? he asked his dragon.

First, you should have a visit with this queen, answered Saphira. But you look more elf than human.

Arya, do you know of any elfish spell that would enable me to somehow change form? asked Eragon.

I know of a few, answered Arya. Why? she asked.

I'm going to go and speak with this queen, announced Eragon.

That's crazy! And suicidal! cried Arya.

If you can change my appearance, there won't be a problem, said Eragon.

Arya sighed mentally. Fine, but I'm coming with you.

The young rider smiled slightly. You'll be safer here, he stated.

I don't want anything to go amiss, replied Arya. I have my mind set to this, so I'm coming; even if I have to sneak my way in.

Eragon turned back to Orik and Gloned. "Arya and I will go into the city under the cloak of night and elfish magic."

"There's no point in arguing with the two of you then," laughed Orik. "Just don't get yourselves captured."

Eragon smiled ruefully. "I don't plan on it," he said.

"We won't," sighed Arya.

I don't like this, said Galzra.

Neither do I, agreed Saphira.

We'll be fine, Saphira, said Eragon. RIght now, everyone around is fearful of us because we killed their king.

I love you, little one.

And I you, Saphira, replied Eragon.

The two dragons landed behind their riders. Both nuzzled their respective rider.

They all waited for nightfall. Eragon and Arya stood and walked away from the camp. Saphira and Galzra glided above them. Arya stopped in the middle of an open field and murmured the words in the ancient language that would allow them to look human. Their ears rounded and their faces lost their angled features. "We have to be careful and get out of their before this time tomorrow," warned Arya.

"I'm sure that it won't take that long," said Eragon.

Disclaimer: Well, here's where the plot really starts. It'll be harder for me to update for the next month or so because I have WASL exams starting next week and if I don't pass this year, I don't graduate.