A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sorry about all this but I'm re-writing this fic b/c I found a few things I left out in the chapters that would cause problems for my writing later on...and I wanted to add a Prologue that I hadn't thought of before! So most of the first 3 chapters will be the same as before, there will only be some minor changes. Thanks for your patience and understanding :)

This is my first try at writing Fanfiction so try to give me a little slack with my mess ups :) !Please All Reviews Are Greatly Welcomed!

This story is basically my version of the story of Allan A Dale and his love Ellen from the Robin Hood ballad, only told from the BBC Robin Hood version. It won't just be focusing on only them, at least just at first it won't, I want to give the others some 'screen time' too. I was so distraught after I watched the end of season 3 that I had to write what I thought Allan's life should have been...a happy ending.

Takes place some time after season 3's episode 4: Sins of the Father. I might follow along to tie in with the rest of the episodes in the season…maybe not…we'll see.

Summery: When the outlaws rescue a girl in the forest they never expect anything to come of it. She has a past riddled with betrayals, mistrust, neglect. Can she escape it and start a new life in Nottingham or will her past catch up and ruin her future? Allan/OC

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Robin Hood, BBC does, though I really REALLY wish I did! Maybe I'll find a way of stealing them. *sinister evil laugh* I only own all the characters that are not in the show, so that's Ellen and all the rest of the OC's.

Prologue

The wind was howling like mad dogs and the sky was clapping while his friends the clouds played with heaven's lights. The rain was pounding hard down against the lone boy riding like hell-fire to the large manor in the distance that was drawing nearer with every clap of his horse's hooves. He reined in his horse once in front of the massive oak doors of the manor house. He almost thought he could here faint cries from within above the crashing noise of the storm. The boy dismounted and rushed inside without even stopping to knock.

The welcoming warmth of a blazing fire in the hearth greeted him but the boy hardly noticed for he was searching for the face of the lord of the manor among the bustle of servants rushing in and out of the room and up and down the stairs. There was a young woman standing by the hearth waiting for a kettle of water to boil whom he recognized as his cousin Mary, so he made his way toward her dodging an older woman carrying a great deal of white, fresh linens.

"Mary, where is Master Robert? I have an important message for him!" The boy said, breathless from his journey.

"Well you chose the best time to deliver a message." Mary said sarcastically. "The Mistress is having her baby!" As if to confirm her statement, there came cries of pain from upstairs. She saw her younger cousin's face gock in surprise then cloud over with worry. She tried to assure her cousin that the birth was going well with no complications. "The Mistress is fine and doing well, she shouldn't have any problems."

But at hearing this news the boy's face looked even more worried than before. He had to get his Mistress' message to the Master.

"Where is the Master?" He asked again. But before Mary could reply there was one final scream of agony from above followed by the piercing cries of a baby. The boy turned his questioning gaze back to his cousin.

"Upstairs." She said, "He's upstairs."

The boy made for the stairs and rushed up them two at a time. He made his way down the hallway following the cries of the newborn and entered a large bedroom. Upon entering the room he saw the exhausted figure of a burnt-golden haired woman, her brow damp from the exertions of labor, lying on a large bed. She was smiling up at an old woman who was passing a small baby tightly wrapped in clean white linens to a tall, broad shouldered, dark-haired man.

"You have a beautiful baby girl!" Said the old woman joyfully as her master held the small bundle in his arms. The man looked disappointed and distractedly started to look about the room.

"She looks like…" His voice trailed off as his gaze alighted on the boy in the doorway. "She looks like her mother." He finished quickly, and passed the baby hurredly to her nurse, nearly dropping her in the process. The baby began to cry again but her father did not hear as he hurried out of the room with the messenger boy in toe. They made their way to the study. Once inside the man closed the door quietly behind them and listened to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Then he turned to the boy with an expectant face.

"Well? What news from my Lady?"

"Your Lady, my Mistress has in this very same hour given birth to your child and…"

"A son?" The man interrupted expectantly.

"No, Sire." The boy continued, "It's not a son but a daughter. Roberta is her name."

"Roberta." The man smiled, "How like my love to name our first child after me."

"But, Sire. Have you not yet realized the situation?"

"What situation?"

The boy looked exasperated in answering. "You have two daughters born of different mothers, on the same day, and within the same hour!"

Meanwhile, upstairs the new mother lay in her bed cradling the precious little bundle in her arms. She cooed and hummed until the baby had stopped crying and had fallen asleep. And now she was speaking softly to it the loving words that were overflowing from her full heart.

"Hush little one. Your father didn't mean to be rid of you in such a hurry. He most likely has important business. He will be back, and he will hold you and love you just as much as I do. You're the prettiest little thing. I thank God for giving me such a precious gift as you. Oh, look! You have my hair and my eyes and nose!"

She continued on like this until her husband returned an hour later. He came to the side of the bed and looked down at the two of them.

"Do you mind if I name our baby, my love?" asked the mother.

"Not at all." He replied.

She looked lovingly into the big brown eyes of her daughter that mirrored her own and said: "Ellen. Her name is Ellen."

Well I hoped you liked it! Please don't forget to review!!! or else I might not write anymore :( ...on second thought I think I still will :) But that is still no excuse for you not to review!