My second fan fiction! I fear I'm being sucked in…
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I think we're in need of more new Robin/Marian fanfiction so I urge you! Stop reading and do some writing! After you've read my story that is ;)
FOR ALL THAT'S GOOD
CHAPTER 1
By Linandra
The rain fell, plummeting to the ground in heavy droplets. The forest ground was quickly turning into a muddy river as the trees of Sherwood forest did little to protect it from the elements.
The rain relentlessly battered the outlaws shelter. As brilliantly constructed as it was, streams of rainwater still seeped down from the ground above and the coldness of the night was just as harsh as outside the shelter.
Much broke the silence, furiously kicking his pot away, his attempts at lighting a fire to make some warm soup had proved futile. "Well that just does it" he fumed, straightening up "I'm hungry, I'm cold, I'm tired and I can't sleep with all this noise" he bellowed up at the roof of the camp as though yelling at the storm clouds themselves.
"I'm not being funny, but what help do you thinks that's gonna do?" Alan raised his eyebrows at Much. Much opened his mouth to argue back but Will interrupted "Look, we're just going to have to sit it out and keep warm as best we can" He looked to Djaq for help. She was shivering from head to toe, she wasn't accustomed to such cold conditions "If we stay close together, the heat of our bodies should help a little" she offered.
Despite the reluctance in some faces, they all obliged. All but one. "Master?" Much looked over to where Robin was sitting with his usual worried expression. He'd been unusually quiet for the past while.
Robin didn't reply. Instead he stood up and walked over to Djaq whom he wrapped his rug around "I'll be back in a while" he said picking up his bow. The others stared at his in shock. "Master, surely not! I mean, the storm…..I can almost feel this place shaking form the wind" Much was getting to his feet.
Robin didn't look at him, still very caught up in his own thoughts. "Don't worry about me Much". Much had straightened up "Well someone has to" he muttered, but Robin had already gone. "Wha….Honestly!" he moved to follow Robin out but John stopped him. "Leave it" he met Much's eyes squarely. "He can look after himself"
And with one last look to where Robin had walked out moments before, Much sighed and sat down to join the gang again "Why does he always do this to me". The others smiled, they had a fair idea where Robin was headed.
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