Three days later there was a feast to wish the fellowship good luck and a safe journey. Lancelot had already drunk his share of wine and was a little glassy eyed, but other than that he seemed completly sober. Looking around the room he saw Tristan standing by the entrance to one of the balconies looking at the night sky with a goblet of wine in his hand. Pushing himself away from the pillar he was leaning against and excusing himself from the ladies talking to him, trying to spark his attention, Lancelot crossed the room and joined Tristan outside. "It`s a beautiful night" he said casually. Tristan glanced away from the sky for a second to look at him then returned his gaze to the stars. "We`re leaving tomorrow, what do you think it`s gonna be like?" he asked. "Lot`s of killing to do" Tristan answered after a while and Lancelot chuckled.

"Come with me" Lancelot requested after a long time in silence. Tristan turned fully to Lancelot and looked him in the eyes. Without a word Tristan turned and walked inside trusting Lancelot to follow, something the younger man did willingly.

They tried to get out unseen but their fellow knights noticed and unfourtunatley started to laugh. The once closest to the three knights looked at them curiously. "Don`t keep Lancyboy here up all night scout" Bors said loudly, he was obviously drunk. "We got a big journey to start on the morrow" added Galahad. Tristan showed no emotions as usual and only guided Lancelot out the door. Behind his back he made a line and pretended to break it in the direction of Bors, Galahad and Gawain who only laughed harder.

When they reached Tristan`s room, Lancelot opened the door and as it closed was pushed up against it with Tristan`s tounge already in his mouth. Lancelot made a sound deep in his chest and pushed slightly at Tristan`s chest, trying to steer the older man to the bed. Tristan complied but turned them around so it was Lancelot`s back to the bed as they tumbled down on it. Tristan`s hands went under his shirt and Lancelot arched into the touch. Tristan drew his head back a little breaking the kiss to gasp air back into their lungs and drew Lancelot`s shirt over his head flinging it into a corner. With the naked skin under him Tristan attached his mouth to the side of Lancelot`s neck, nibbling and biting, then soothing it with his tounge. Lancelot moaned and whrithed under him, begging for more. The scout sat up and took of his own shirt only managing to drop it down on the bed as Lancelot reached up and pulled him back down. Lancelot`s hands were running up and down his back, nails scraping gently and his mouth was once again latched to Tristan`s, as the older man reached down to undo his lovers breeches, tucking his hand in and stroking the already hard member. Lancelot`s loud moan was swallowed by Tristan and his hips bucked upwards into the hand stroking him.

Tristan suddenly pulled his hand out and Lancelot whimpered at the loss of contact. His breeches was off in one strong tug and Tristan`s followed quickly.

They both gasped as their erections rubbed together and Tristan searched wildly through a drawer beside his bed for oil. Lancelot traced one hand down Tristan`s chest, to his taunt stomach and grabbed the large member in his hand, fisting him almost to completion before Tristan`s hand stopped him. The man had coated his fingers with the oil and spread Lancelot`s legs even more as he leaned down to kiss him. Slowly Tristan pushed one finger at Lancelot`s opening, pressing it inside easily and they both moaned. Quickly inserting a second finger, Tristan prepared Lancelot for the penetration. When he deemed Lancelot was ready he withdrew his fingers and poared more oil on his straining erection and positisioned himself between Lancelot`s legs, drawing the younger man back a little so he was almost sitting in Tristan`s lap, his pelvis nudging the opening. Lancelot trashed his head from side too side on the pillow and tried to sink himself down on Tristan, but the older man had a good grip on his hips. Finally Tristan leaned down and caught Lancelot`s lower lip between his teeth and pushed in. Lancelot`s moan was so loud Tristan was certain they must have heard it in the dining hall on this silent night. Clamping his mouth over Tristan`s, Lancelot sucked on the man`s tounge as Tristan burried himself to the balls in Lancelot, moaning deep in his troat. He stayed there for a time and just kissed Lancelot deeply, to get used to it. When he felt Lancelot pushing down, Tristan drew out almost all the way and slowly slid back inside, stopping for a moment and doing it again, almost agonizingly slow.

Tristan was barely managing to keep his sanity as the tight heat surrounded him. Drawing almost all the way out again he pushed in with more force and Lancelot`s inner muscles clamped around him. His moan was almost as loud as the younger mans and he increased the speed of his thrust`s. Leaning over Lancelot, he kissed the already swollen lips hard, swiping his tounge everywhere and felt a strange feeling inside him, one he wasnt familiar with and therefor decided to let it rest for now and take advantage of the time they had before leaving. Tristan reached down between their bodies and grabbed Lancelot`s erection, fisting him in time with his thrusts that had grown even more in speed. He felt the slight tingling, saying his climax was close and increased the speed even more, stroking his thumb several times over the tip of his lovers cock, spreading the pre-come over his fingers.

Lancelot`s muscle clamped hard around him and the young man went still for a moment before shuddering voilently as his seed covered Tristans hand and both their stomachs. One thrust, two and Tristan came hard, filling Lancelot with the essence of himself.

For some moments everything was silent in the room except their harsh breathing. Then Tristan slowly drew out of Lancelot and lifted the mans upper body easily, laying him against the pillows before settling at his side. Lancelot turned on his side and snuggled closer to Tristan`s sweat covered, heated body and felt a pair of arms wrap around him and a sheet, deliciously cool drawn over their lower bodies. A moment later Lancelot was asleep. Tristan watched him for a couple of minutes, wondering over the new sensation that had spread through his body, making everything more intense. Before all they had done was handjobs and a quick fuck, but tonight, tonight they made love and Tristan had no idea where the difference now lay.

The next day Lancelot woke before the sun had risen to find himself alone in the bed, again. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and scratched his neck looking around the room for Tristan. "I`m here" the voice came from behind him and Lancelot turned to find Tristan standing in a doorway probably leading to the bathchamber wearing only his breeches, his hair wet. "You should get ready, we`re leaving soon" Tristan said. Lancelot nodded slightly and threw back the sheet and standing up, not timid by his nakedness at all. Tristan watched him with no emotion on his face but his eyes were like a fire. He strode over to Lancelot and grabbed the younger mans chin lifting his head up, crashing their mouths together. Despite the harsh start, the kiss was slow and gentle, unlike anything they had ever shared, almost a recounter of last nights activities. "Come on lets get you cleaned up" Tristan said once they broke apart and steered Lancelot in front of him into the bathchamber.

"May the blessings of men, elves and all freefolk of Middle- Earth be with you" Lord Elrond said and Frodo turned to the gates starting to walk, Gandalf behind him and the rest following. "Mordor Gandalf, is it left or right" Frodo asked. Gandalf chuckled "left" he said.

The fellowship walked for miles and miles through the wild, stopping only for small breaks in the day and in the night. They were walking up a steep hill with stones on both sides. "This is Eregion or Hollin, and the mountains are the Misty Mountains" Boromir told Galahad, the two had came to talking about battle and war then just continued and was now walking beside eachother with Boromir pointing out places and telling Galahad about them. Behind them Lancelot walked with Arthur in silence. "Can you tell me a little more about your home land, Britain was it?" Aragorn asked from behind. "We can, but it`s not my home land" Lancelot said, "it never was". "Very well, I will refrain from saying that then" Aragorn said, he was wondering if this was Lancelot`s way of being or if he was in a bad mood. He seemed to be itching for something to happen, Aragorn had seen several times the mans hands gripping the hilt of his swords like he was waiting for someone to attack. "It is terrible" Lancelot said and sped up past Galahad and Boromir to Tristan who was at the very front with Gandalf and Legolas.

That night everyone sat huddled around the fire, trying to get some warmth in their bodies. "Augh, its so cold" Pippin grumbled loudly. "It is better than Britain at least, the damn island, if it`s not raining its snowing, if its not snowing its fogging" Gawain said, "and thats the summer" Lancelot added. "The rains good, washes all the blood away" Bors said, "but it doesnt help the smell" Galahad said. There was silence for a moment and the ones from Middle-Earth were now all listening, hoping to get more information of this Britain."Hey Bors, you intend to take Venora and all your little bastards back home?" Lancelot asked. "Oh, i`m trying to avoid that decision. By getting killed" the knights laughed a little, now the others were listening out of interest in how they interacted with eachother. "Galahad, she wants to get married and give the children names" Bors said. The next voice had only the knights ever heard properly so the others wondered a little who was speaking, "women, the children already have names dont they" Tristan said, resheating his sword he had been examining. "Just Gilly, it`s too much trouble so we gave the rest of them numbers" Bors said. "Thats interesting, and I tought you couldnt count" Lancelot said and the other knights laughed again, this time Pippin joined too. "You know I never tought I would get home alive, and now that I have the chance, if we succed here of course, I really dont wanna leave my children." Bors said with gentle emotion in his voice. "You`d miss them too much" Galahad said. "I`d take them with me, all the little bastards, they mean something to me." Lancelot looked down at the ground and smirked, it was always fun teasing Bors about his children and this time was no exception. "Especially number three" Bors continued looking at Lancelot, "he`s a good fighter". There was no hesitation, the answer came automatically to his tounge, "thats beacuse he`s mine" Lancelot said and Tristan, Gawain and Galahad laughed louder than they did before. Bors scowled at Lancelot and started to stand, "i`m gonna have a piss" he said and Lancelot laughed as well.

Pippin sat curling his fingers arguing with himself if he should ask the dark knight or not, he finally decided to just do it. "Lancelot" he said and waited till he got the mans attention. "Is number three really your child or were you just kidding?" he asked in a rush. Lancelot laughed quietly and looked down, when he raised his eyes he saw the rest of them were also interested in his answer. "Heh" he laughed a little trying to formualte his answer, "no, but he has tried" Tristan saved him from answering. Gawain and Galahad laughed and Lancelot threw the rest of the bread he had in his hand at Tristan who caught it and took a bite. "Well I would never have done it, Venora is so in love with the bastard, couldnt do it without her you know" Lancelot shrugged as the others laughed.

Arthur was talking mostly with Aragorn and Gandalf when they had their breaks, wanting to learn more about Middle-Earth and its inhabitants. He watched from across the fire as his knights talked and laughed. "It`s good something can keep the hobbits from depression on the quest" Aragorn commented. "Yes, they always were funny to be around, Lancelot is gifted with a golden tounge making it all the more amusing" Arthur said. "You seem very close to Lancelot, more so than the others" Aragorn questioned. Arthur looked at the knight and back to Aragorn, "Lancelot is my best friend, he always was the most fierce, well he and Tristan. I think that is the main reason they found eachother" Aragorn looked a little shocked at that but Arthur didnt notice and continued, "Lancelot refused to yeild and was defiant from the moment I set eyes on him. Tristan said outright that he wouldnt want any better than to kill romans" he chuckled at the memory, "luckily we all became great friends". Aragorn nodded not looking at Arthur, and following the other mans gaze his eyes landed on the beautiful elf Legolas. "Do you have any history with Legolas? You seem close too" he said. Aragorn shook his head a little and looked back at Arthur, "Yes I have known him all my life" Aragorn answered. Arthur frowned, Legolas looked far to young to be the same age as Aragorn, "no offence meant, but he looks a little young for you to have known him all your life" Arthur said, blunt as always. Aragorn chuckled quietly, "the wonder of elves" he said, "he is immortal, and he will not age anymore". Arthur was shocked to silence.