Title: Hate.

Characters: Tristan and Arthur.

Summary: Tristan hates many things. Maybe Arthur can change one of them.

No pairing or anything like that. This is my first King Arthur fanfic, I hope it turned out well. I watched the movie last weekend, and I was kinda drawn back into the crazy-fan-mode it always brings me into. And since my favorite character is Tristan, well I had to write it, right? I hope this one will be the first of many.

And now to the less fun part. I don´t own anything. And like always, I´m not good at the writing-gramma-stuff, so if you see a reeeaaally bad mistake then please tell me^^ OH and please Review!


Tristan hated many things. Rome and Romans for a start. He hated this cold island and the people living on it. He hated the judging glares from the other boys when he killed someone. He hated that he had to follow a child, who was only a few years older than he. And he hated to be so far away from home.

He moved a little to sit more comfortably up against the tree. A light wind came through the branches and blew his hair away from his eyes. He sighed and closed his eyes. Silence.

"What are you doing up there Tristan?"

Tristan opened his eyes and looked down. It was Arthur. The older boy was staring up at him with a grin on his face. Tristan blinked surprised. How had he found him?

"We missed you at sparring practice." Arthur said and began climbing the tree. Tristan gave a short laugh. The boy was a bad liar. Nobody missed him. He had no friends among the knights. The other boys were afraid of him, that was clear. Well maybe not Bors. The young man behaved more and more like an older brother to him. But he didn´t knew why. But he had no friends. Tristan had seen the fear in Galahads eyes and the suspicion in Lancelot's. Nobody missed him and nobody liked him. But he didn´t care.

Arthur sat down on a branch a little lower that the one Tristan had found. He was swinging his legs in a carefree way. Still smiling. Tristan was considering jumping down, or just pushing Arthur down from the branch. He kind of liked the idea.

"I can see why you like it up here" mumbled Arthur and closed his eyes. "So peaceful." Tristan just nodded.

"Catch!" He turned towards Arthur and managed just to see a green flash before something hard hit him in the forehead, it landed in his lap. He swore and rubbed his forehead. He looked down and saw a green apple.

"You missed lunch too." Arthur smiled and took a bite of his own. Tristan took at the apples and snorted.

He threw the apple back to Arthur and the older boy nearly fell down from the branch. His own apple hit the ground under them.

"Hate apples." He mumbled and looked away.

The apple dumped into his lap again. He turned against Arthur and saw to his surprise a knife pressed against his neck.

"No one hates apple." said Arthur quietly. He turned the knife in the air and held it towards Tristan. "They just don´t know how to eat them."

Tristan took the knife from Arthur and the roman gave him a smile. He jumped down quickly and elegant from the branch, grabbed the apple at the trees foot and started to walk back to the barracks.

"By the way" Arthur turned his head back and send Tristan a warm smile "Thank you for saving me the other day. I would have been dead if it wasn't for you." With that he began to run down the hill.

Tristan looked after him. Slowly, he began to cut a piece of the apple. He put it in his mouth and the sour taste made him smile.

Maybe he didn´t hake apples after all.


Well this is it. Thank you for reading it^^