A.N I realized I don't put disclaimers on any of my stories. I think there's one on my profile though. Either way, I don't own Robin Hood, or that great line from King Arthur.
When Elizabeth first hears the story of the mighty Robin Hood and his band of thieves, she believes that they can only be fairy tales. The type of fairy tales about people who are so brave, so selfless, they cannot possibly be real.
As time passes however, the stories begin to give her hope. They start to become less of a fairy tale, and more of a chance. A chance to stop living in fear of the Sheriff and Gisbourne, a chance to laugh, to celebrate, but most of all a chance to live.
The day she truly stops thinking of them as fairy tales, is the day her village is to be burned to the ground. More than half of the people in it cannot pay their taxes. So to make an example out of them, the sheriff decides to completely destroy them. Unless of course, they can come up with the money before the fires start.
Somehow, Robin and his gang save the day. She doesn't know how, but they do. The Sheriff is furious, he thought he had a won a battle, no matter how small it had been. But it's no use, Robin Hood always wins. And she has to believe that he always will.
Elizabeth may not believe in fairy tales about brave, selfless people anymore, but she believes in Robin Hood. And it's enough.