Those of you who have read my fic 'Morgana's Salvation' know who Elaine is. For those of you who don't, here's a quick summary:

She's Queen Guinevere's servant, as 'Morgana's Salvation' takes place five years after the ending of Season 3. It has recently been revealed that Elaine and Gwaine have a little thing going on.

Many of my readers have requested a back story to the Glaine relationship, and I decided that instead of dragging it into my Mergana fic, I'd just create this little one-shot of how they met.

If you really like this, let me know! I don't have a problem with continuing this fling if you guys are interested, so feel free to drop a review and let me know what you think!

This story takes place before the beginning of 'Morgana's Salvation', ergo no Morgana.

Enjoy!

The Queen of Camelot's brow was wrinkling up like a lizard's elbow, as the Court Physician would say. Her best friend and serving girl, Elaine, noticed it. Elaine approached the distressed woman slowly, wondering what on earth could be bothering her.

"Your highness?" Elaine questioned.

The Queen's gaze averted from the window and to Elaine, "I told you that you don't have to call me that." She said kindly.

Biting her lip in attempt to hold back a smile the girl nodded, "Of course, Gwen," she looked at her for a long moment, "what's worrying you?"

"Oh," Gwen sighed, "It's Gwaine."

"Gwaine?" Elaine inquired. She knew of the very rambunctious knight, and also knew that Gwen and him were great friends. Elaine on the other hand did not think too highly of him, and considered him to be rather pompous.

"Yes, I was talking to Arthur earlier, and he and the other knights are getting a bit tired of Gwaine showing up to knight training either drunk or suffering from a rather awful hangover."

Elaine nodded, she had also heard about the arrogant man's bad habit of drinking. Her cousin's best friend had told her that he drank he drank three tankards of mead a day on average.

"I really don't want him to get in trouble," the queen continued, "But I don't know how I can make him stop. It would be public humiliation for him to be chastised by his queen. He really needs to stop drinking so much, though!"

"I wish there was something I could do." The servant replied sympathetically before turning away to dust off the fire mantle.

After a few moments of thinking, Queen Guinevere's eyes brightened, "But there is something you can do!"

Shock filling her face, the girl stared at her friend in bewilderment, "What?"

"You can go talk to Gwaine! Talk him out of drinking for the time being, at least to give the knights a little break."

"I really don't think he'd listen to me…"

"Tell him you're passing a long a message from the queen."

Elaine pulled at her sleeve, "I don't know…"

Gwen stood up and took her hands, "Please Elaine? I can't bear to see him in trouble. For me, a friend?" The brown eyes pleaded at her.

Feeling her resolve fade, Elaine nodded, "Of course, Gwen."

Smiling, Gwen gave her a hug, "You're a good friend, Elaine."

Stepping into The Rising Sun, Elaine took off her hood, exposing her face to the dark room. The tavern was boasting with its usual cheer. Well, cheer as in a bunch of intoxicated men shouting like a bunch of baboons.

Avoiding the wandering gazes of many men, Elaine marched straight up to the dark haired man making the most racket. When he saw that she was coming his way, he winked at her causing the pale skin to flush crimson.

Taking a deep breath, Elaine reminded herself that she was doing it for the Queen of Camelot and her best friend. She walked haughtily up to him, and looked him squarely in the eye.

"I need to speak to you."

He gave a cocky grin and looked her up and down, "Speak, my friend."

"Alone." She hissed, resisting the urge to tell him that she was not and never will be his friend.

Wagging his eyebrows he took her hand and dragged her over to a corner in the bar, "And what can I do for you, my lady?"

"I have a message from the queen."

A blank looked crossed his face for a moment before being replaced by a bright smile, "You're her serving girl, aren't you! Elaine, is it?"

Hiding her shock that he knew her name or even existed she nodded, "I am. The queen wishes that you stop your drinking for the time being. She fears that…that you're getting a bad reputation because of it."

Tossing his head back, Gwaine laughed, "Me? Get a bad reputation? Does she really think so low of me?"

"It's not funny," Elaine interceded, feeling highly annoyed, "She's really worried about you!"

The handsome knight smirked, "Tell her majesty that she has nothing to worry about. Now if you'll excuse me, Elaine, I must return to my companions."

He begins to walk past her, but she clutches his forearm stopping him from going, "Please, Gwen wishes it. As a friend."

Turning back around, Gwaine's large grin remained on his face. A grin that Elaine would have like to smack right off.

"You've got quite a grip." He commented.

Elaine raised an eyebrow, "Come on, let's get you back to the castle. You're obviously drunk enough."

Shaking his head, Gwaine disagreed, "I have a better idea; how about I buy you a drink. Would you like that?"

"Tell you what," Elaine replied smoothly, "I'll let you buy me a drink if you promise not to have anymore, and return to the castle as soon as I'm finished."

Gwaine stared at her for a moment, thinking over the bargain she made.

"Deal."

So that's how Gwaine and Elaine officially met. Interested in reading more? Click that little button and let me know!