Another day, Another Knight...
By Jess Idres, Queen of the Enchanted Dorm Room.

Welcome to my first horrible attempt at Enchanted Forest fan fiction. Before you start reading this little old work of mine.

1) This is only the first chapter, but feel free to tell me whether I should jump into the Green Glass pond, or keep writing.
2) I'm a Mendanbar/Cimorene fanatic. No buts about it. So this may be a little too fluffy for some of your tastes.
3) Although I may seem sweet and innocent, I'm possessed by a demon that goes by the name of sordisious Romaniticus Novela. You have been warned.
4) This takes place between books two and three, but personally I like to think 3 & 4 never existed. I blame the demon. Honest.

For the love of Mendy, please read and review. Or I will turn you into a bright blue seven foot-eleven inch floating donkey with oversized wings. Honest.


Chapter 1: Elves, tablecloths and Whiney Kings -or- Mendanbar hates Mondays.

Mendanbar stifled a yawn as the various elf representatives argued over various nuances of the treaties between the various elf clans in the Enchanted Forest. He didn't even understand why he was here. They seemed to perfectly good at countering each other.
He sighed inwardly and shifted in his chair behind the table. It was at times like this that he really wished he could take a vacation...even a honeymoon. Here he was, two months into his marriage, and he hadn't had even a day where he and Cimorene could spend time together alone. He wished she was here, she would get this sorted out in no time, leaving them to finally get some peace and quiet. His thoughts drifted further towards wife, wondering if she would home tonight. He hoped she would, for she gave the most glorious backrubs, and it always got him in the mood...
Mendanbar was suddenly very glad for tablecloths.
That shot it. He wasn't any use here, and he was pretty sure his being around was actually making the conversation worse. And given another hour the probably wouldn't even be able to talk straight if they did come to a conclusion in his...condition. "Gentlemen, this obviously will not be solved while we sit here. Why don't all of you regroup, work out the most of the kinks and have come back to me when you're finished. Good day." And with that, he transported himself back to the castle, safely back to the confines of the royal bedroom. After several futile attempt of getting off the bed to tell someone he was back, he fell back onto the bed and drifted quickly into slumber.

"Mendanbar, are you in here, love?"
Mendanbar groggily lifted his head off the pillow. "Mphf....Cimorene?" He rolled over to look at the door.
Cimorene tried not to laugh. Something about the sleepy eyed look and messier than usual hair made him look utterly adorable. "Willian's been throwing a fit, wondering where you were."
Mendanbar covered his head with a pillow. "I'm not going back out there! I don't wanna! You can't make me!"
At this Cimorene couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry. I told him you probably ran off to be a hermit somewhere. I think he started to foam at the mouth." She pushed her husband aside and sat down. Much to her dismay he kept rolling and fell of the other side of the bed. "Mendanbar, you alright?!"
A snore answered her question.
She grinned. "Lunkhead."

Mendanbar padded into the royal kitchens. He really shouldn't have slept so much, but running around in circles trying to work everything out took a lot out of him. Particularly now that he was married, it seemed as if everyone wanted resume negotiating everything, dredging things that hadn't even been brought up until his father's day. Were they expecting him to change completely simply because he was married? He grimaced, for nothing ever seemed to be getting anywhere. He was he was allowed to sleep as long as he had; he was still have expecting Willian to come bursting in with another 'situation' that need his attention. Cimorene was right; he really did need a system so he wasn't run so ragged.
He lit a little ball of light as he shuffled over to the pantry for something edible. Various cheeses, dried meats and various types of hard bread lined the shelves, half of them just from various wedding presents. He didn't even know what half of these things were in the first place. He quickly decided now was not the time to go into trying out new things, but he vowed for the 6th time this week that he was going to sit down and actually bother to see if those strange things from France and Germany were really any good. He quickly picked out a few things, grabbed a bottle of cider and headed back out to the kitchen's small table.
He was surprised to find Cimorene asleep at the table on top of a rather thick book and the candle still burning. She looked so peaceful. She too was being run ragged, learning to adjust her skills as an administrator for the Enchanted Forest from the Mountains of Morning. She had to be uncomfortable, slouched like that. He smiled slightly, and ran her hand along her cheek into her loose dark hair.
"Hmm?" she sleepily opened an eye. "Oh, I *yawn* must have dosed off..." She stretched languidly, and then wrapped her arms around her husband's midsection. "I think we need a day off, just the two of us. As soon as I finish getting this all set up, I don't think they'll need you so desperately all the time."
"So we can run off and be hermits?" He sat down a nibbled on a cracker.
Cimorene stole a piece of cheddar of his plate. "Yup, and you can spend an afternoon or two properly ravishing your wife." She giggled as Mendanbar put on a show of seriously considering her offer.
"At least nothing has gone terribly wrong yet...who knows? This may actually work out." Mendanbar said before taking another bite.

If only he knew the Murphy's laws....