A/N: I don't own Robin Hood or any of the characters, cause if I did, I wouldn't be broke.
This is my first attempt at writing a fan-fic, so don't be too mean...
Two figures were walking along a path through Sherwood Forest. Both were wearing simple garments, one was carrying a sword, the other twin daggers. The one carrying the sword was a taller, and looked as though he had more muscles, with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. The other one was smaller, slimmer with slightly longer brown hair and blue eyes.
"How are we supposed to find a group of outlaws living in a forest?" The first one asked.
"I haven't the slightest idea," the smaller one replied.
"Try looking up," a voice said from above us. The first drew his sword as the second drew twin daggers.
"That's not going to hurt us from this distance," a second voice said from behind us. They moved so our backs were together. The smaller one looked towards the second voice to see a man sitting in a tree, bow at the ready.
"We mean you no harm," the first said.
"We just might mean you harm, though," a third voice said.
"State your names," a fourth voice said, finishing the circle.
"Edward and Elijah of Dunham. Sons of Henry of Dunham," Edward said.
"You're lying. Henry of Dunham only had one son," the last voice said. The owner of the voice stepped out of the bushes about five feet to their right. He was wearing tan leather pants with a simple peasant top. He had a bow strung with an arrow, which was aimed at the smaller one's chest.
"True," the target said. "He had a son and a daughter."
"Yes," the bowman said.
"It is nice to see you again, Robin."
"Elizabeth?" He asked lowering the bow.
"Yes."
"Why did you lie?" Robin asked stepping closer.
"We did not know who you were," Edward explained.
"It is good to see you my old friends!" Robin exclaimed embracing the two of them. "Why are you here?"
"We're on the run," Edward said.
"Come, you shall explain over dinner," Robin said. "Let us head to camp."
They followed Robin and his men to a small clearing and sat down to some venison and vegetables.
"Now, tell us, why are you two on the run," Robin asked after introducing everyone.
"Elizabeth was to be married, to a man of the Sheriff's choosing," Edward began.
"I refused, but the Sheriff persisted," Elizabeth added.
"That is what the sheriff is good at," Allan said.
"Quite," Elizabeth agreed. "The wedding was to take place two days ago.
"Why did the Sheriff want you married to one of his men?" Will asked.
"Elizabeth is the Lady of Dunham. There is not many people in Dunham, but they have quite a lot of farms. If Elizabeth married one of the Sheriff's men, he would control the lands," Robin explained.
"But only after my death," Edward added.
"What else happened?" Djaq asked.
"Two days ago, the wedding was to take place," Elizabeth said. "I overheard the bridegroom discussing how he was to have one of his guards kill Edward."
"We went into the village and gave all the farmers gold and told them to leave," Edward said. "Dismissed the servants in the same manner and went to escape ourselves."
"But we were caught in the act," Elizabeth added. "In our escape, we wounded the man who was to be my husband as well of his three guards."
"He only had three guards?" John asked.
"How much trouble could a simple woman and her brother cause?" Elizabeth questioned, a small grin on her face.
"They obviously did not know what the two of you were capable of," Robin said, grinning as well.
"No, they did not," Edward said.
"So, now you are wanted for injuring one of the sheriff's men and three guards?" Much asked.
"As well as sending the farmers away," Elizabeth added. "I could not bear leaving them to the hands of the Sheriff."
"Could the Sheriff not find them?" Djaq asked.
"Most likely not. He would not remember their names or faces," Edward replied.
"That was very kind of you," Robin said.
"We learned how to be kind from the best," Elizabeth said.
"Yes, your father was indeed a kind man," Robin said, nodding slightly.
Soon it was time for everyone to rest, and Robin took the first watch of the night.
Elizabeth sat down next to Robin on the ground.
"Trouble sleeping?" He asked.
"Just slightly," she replied pulling a dagger out of it's place at her belt. She took a sharpening stone out of her pouch and begin sharpening the blade.
"When did you begin wielding daggers?" Robin asked. "Last I remember you were quite fond of the bow."
"Daggers are more easily concealed," she replied. "And when you are a lady at balls, suitors do not wish to see your weapons."
"You? A lady at balls?" Robin laughed slightly.
"Yes. I had to go with my father before he died."
"Ah, trying to marry you off was he?"
"Slightly. Marriage was not something he was going to force on me."
"You always were quite headstrong."
"Quite." She smiled at him. "Your men seem very loyal to you."
"They are and they have proven it time and time again."
"Can you tell me about them?"
"Well, you already know about Much. Will is the carpenter from Loxely's son. Him and his brother stole flour and were going to hang for it."
"And of course you couldn't stand for that."
"Could you?"
"No, I would have to save them as well."
"Much and I met Allan when we first arrived back from the Holy Lands. He had poached a deer and we frightened the guards off. Then he made the mistake of saying he was from Loxely and was going to hang with Will and the others."
"You do earn their loyalty."
"Yes."
"What of Djaq? How did you win her loyalty?"
"Her?" He sputtered.
"Do not tell me you do not know that she is a woman."
"Of course we know. How do you know?"
"It is obvious when a woman is pretending to be a man, especially to one another."
"That must be it. She was a slave. Brought to work in the mines. We freed her, in exchange for her help destroying the mine."
"You lead an exciting life."
"I wish sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I wish for the simple life. My home. My land. My people. A wife. Children."
"Yes. I understand how you feel."
"If I had not left on the Crusades I would be married to Marian. We would have children."
"Yes, but England would still be the same. You going to the Holy Land would not change England."
"Lady Elizabeth is right, Master," Much said sitting beside of us.
"Please Much, you do not have to call me Lady Elizabeth," she said.
"I have been telling him for a year not to call me master, he doesn't seem to listen."
"I have missed you these past years, Much," she said.
"Really? You have?" Much asked.
"Yes. I have."