A/N Hello to whomever stumbles across this little tidbit. I am a huge fan of Lancelot and Guinevere (or Guenevere or Guenever) from the legend of King Arthur. I enjoy the old legend as opposed to the new movie although the film was entertaining I wish it had explored the relationship between the knight and the queen more.

This first piece entitled Goodbye takes place after Lancelot and Guinevere have been discovered as lovers and... well you'll see what happens.

The second piece entitled The End of their World or The Final Kiss takes place after Lancelot has rescued Guinevere from execution and they have been living together for a few weeks. Unfortunately Arthur wages war against Lancelot and so on and so forth. Anyways they decide that Guinevere must return to Arthur after all "the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."

Goodbye

As Lancelot looked back at the fallen Queen's face he felt his heart drop. He could see tears begging to fall from her proud eyes and those eyes told him that she wasn't following him.

Nonetheless he attempted to persuade her, "Guenever we must go now, knights will be here any minute to lock us away." She remained silent; her eyes now vacant. His voice grew desperate, "Please my love, they will separate us."

Seeing no response Lancelot grew stern, "We have committed treason. We are guilty of sin. They will condemn us."

"I know." Her voice was soft, defeated. "I know. You must go now without me."

"I will not leave you!" Lancelot shouted in despair.

"You cannot stay here." She steadied him with her eyes. "They will kill you where you stand and I cannot live through your death."

"Oh you can, you are much stronger than that." He sighed; fighting back tears of his own, "I cannot leave you."

"Go now." All sorrow had vanished from her person and Guenever stood there in front of him as Queen; commanding him to leave. Sensing his desperation she lowered her voice urgently, "You have no crown to protect you-

"Neither do you!" Lancelot's composure broke again, tears brimming against his lashes. "Your crown will not stand against his!"

"It will buy me time."

She was lying; Lancelot could see it as he wiped away his tears bitterly. "I will not let you die."

"The only way you can save me is if you leave now." She was still calm but every cell in her body was telling her to grab Lancelot's hand and run. They both turned as the sounds of approaching knights echoed across the castle walls. Seeing his body stiffen as he prepared for combat Guenever whispered softly, "He is my husband."

Lancelot turned to her, agony written across his face, "He is like my brother."

"I must face him."

"Then I must as well!"

The sounds grew closer.

"No." She walked over to him and grabbed his arm, "You are his closest and dearest friend. When you are condemned and killed he will take your death upon himself. He loves you Lancelot."

"He won't. Not after he knows about us."

"No, he is far too good to hate you. Your death will only punish him. Leave for Arthur."

Lancelot looked at her fixedly as if memorizing her features before kissing her fiercely. "I am leaving for you."

She pulled him closer, a ghost of a smile appearing on her lips, "I love you." She kissed him back ardently.

"And I love you, and I will come back for you." He released her, watching as tears spilled over her cheeks.

"I love you." She repeated quietly as he backed away and grabbed the sword and shield from where they had fallen on the ground. He walked to the stairwell that would lead to his freedom. He turned back to her as she ran to him for one last kiss.

"Be safe, my love." She whispered against his cheek.

He kissed her forehead and looked down at her weeping visage. He felt his world turn as he stared at the immense pain in her eyes; pain that he was sure was reflected in his own.

Sensing his hesitation she pushed herself away from him and wiped her eyes. "Go now, love." She nodded encouragingly.

Against his own will Lancelot turned and ran down the stairwell, unable to look back.

Guenever watched his retreating form until it was gone and she continued to watch the empty staircase until she heard the knights enter the hallway. She heard their footsteps slow as they recognised her figure. She turned meet them; her heart broken.

The End of Their World

Or

The Final Kiss

Arthur waited impatiently. The King never showed his impatience, but it was there; his whole body straining against his cold armour. There was so much pain around him on this battlefield but now the two sides of the fight were still, carefully watching each other for any indication that the peace would end.

He would have his Queen again and this time she would be all his.

Lancelot wouldn't be there to interfere. He felt a stir in his heart at this thought; his friend, his brother in arms. However, it was necessary that they be separated. They had betrayed him and he knew that his men would see weakness in him if he didn't demand what was his. He knew what they would say, that the old great King Arthur has gone soft. He couldn't have any more disturbances in the realm, after Guenever returned the world would right itself.

Something inside of him shuddered as he remembered Merlin's words as he spoke of Arthur's choice of bride: "She will be a fine Queen. No other woman will match her in her place as a ruler at your side. No woman will match her beauty. She is indeed the best queen. She will, however, lead to the demise of the Realm of Logres. Do not choose her Arthur; do not condemn both of your fates." Arthur winced in the sunlight. Perhaps this was his fault. Suddenly he remembered more of Merlin's prophecy, words he had forgotten because they had been a cryptic after thought, words that now sprung into his mind unbidden: "Perhaps you do not only condemn the fate of yourself and Guenever but the fate of another who will be dear to your heart. Choosing Guenever will only lead to the heartbreak of the ones whom you love."

Arthur had forgotten the other heart.

He closed his eyes, if only he had listened to Merlin! But without Guenever the realm would have never been the same. She had certainly been the best choice but everything has its price and he was paying for his choice now.

It was nearly time for Guenever to be brought to him. Lancelot would relinquish her and clear her name and Arthur would take her back to Camelot. Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement amongst the walls of the castle Joyous Guarde. There they were, walking slowly towards the field; wrapped in each other's arms. No one but Arthur, high atop his carriage could see them. He watched as the lovers said goodbye.

Lancelot held Guenever as they proceeded to the end of their world together. They reached the threshold of the citadel and hesitated. Guenever spun around to kiss Lancelot one final time. It was a violent and desperate kiss. Their hearts were beating against their chests as if attempting to escape their doomed fate. Lancelot clutched Guenever tightly and when they finally parted held her against his chest. Guenever broke from the kiss into a sob of despair. She wept in his arms, fiercely clinging to his coat.

Lancelot stroked her head as her cries died and closed his eyes as an overwhelming grief began to claw at his heart. He gently lifted her head so he could look into her eyes, "I love you. And always will until the day I die and for eternity after that. I will always belong to you."

He spoke so passionately that Guenever grabbed his arms as if to draw strength from him, "There are no words to tell you of my love; my eternal love. I will only say this: I am only for you, made for you, you are my soul's mate and I will love you beyond time."

Lancelot pulled her closer and they embraced for the last time. Holding each other as if there was nothing else in the world, as if all they had ever known were the arms of the other.

Arthur watched silently; millions of emotions flooding through him. He knew this needed to be done and he knew that if Guenever did not come with him now men would die fighting either against him or for him. He also knew that he should hate Lancelot and Guenever. Hate them with every cell in his body but all he could see was two people who had somehow, against all odds, found their place in the other's arms. He did not see his wife and his best friend but two people who clearly belonged to be with each other.

Arthur suddenly felt sick. There was no proper solution. He felt no desire to separate them. However, as king he had to make a decision for his people and not for the needs of himself or his queen and knight.

He watched as Lancelot wiped away Guenever's tears and brought her into the open field. Arthur rose to meet them.

Guenever gently squeezed Lancelot's hand. They both had one arm outstretched, with her hand resting on top of his; a formal escort measure. She had to look ahead away from Lancelot, in fear that she would begin to weep again.

Lancelot met Arthur's eyes first and what he saw surprised him; regret. It was evident in the Kings noble brow but Lancelot could not tell if it was regret that such affairs had happened or regret that he was taking Guenever away from Lancelot. Reaching Arthur Lancelot began a formal apology that cleared Guenever's name and offered his complete service and aid to the king, whilst threatening any who would dare to challenge Guenever's virtue.

While Lancelot spoke Arthur watched Guenever. She was suffering; that much was clear to him but it was only when she raised her eyes to meet his that he discovered her true misery. Arthur and Guenever had always understood each other; they were partners, leaders of Britain. Through all their years Arthur had come to know Guenever and as he looked at her now he felt her great pain; knowing that he had caused it.

He recalled a time, many years before, when she had been filled with great sadness. It had been around the time that she had discovered she could never bear children. Arthur had held her hand as she wept and after she had cried she looked at him and simply asked "Why me?"

That question had broken Arthur's heart because he knew that she wasn't only asking the heavens why she could not give the gift of life but she was also asking Arthur, Why her? Why did he choose her?

Arthur looked at her now and saw the same hurt in her eyes.

When Lancelot finished he took Guenever's hand and, shaking tremendously, offered it to Arthur.

Arthur took the queen's hand and met Lancelot's eyes in the process. Both Arthur and Lancelot saw in the other's eye the same emotion; remorse. And at that moment remnants of their old bond returned as they shared in each other's sorrow. Lancelot watched through watery eyes as Arthur helped Guenever in the carriage. Arthur stole a glance at both of their features before he climbed into his own seat and shut out the world. The pure anguish they were experiencing was enough to dispel any heartbreak that still lingered within him. He couldn't imagine the sheer agony that they were facing.

Lancelot felt hollow. He could scarcely make out a heartbeat; his heart was riding away with Guenever. She turned back to him, hardly daring to reveal her own despair. Guenever placed her hand over her heart and he knew she was experiencing the same feeling. Lancelot shut his eyes but then opened them as a dim light of hope filled his mind. He touched his own chest and then offered his hand to Guenever showing her that his heart had gone with her.

She understood. She had his heart, if not her own, and he had hers.

Forever a part but forever apart of each other.

A/N There you have it! Love them, so so sad.

Anywhos there are two more goodbyes to go, including the last time Guenever sees Lancelot and their deaths. Light topics, I know. So if there is any interest out there and someone manages to find this just let me know if you'd like to see more:)