My Knight in Shining Armour

Rating: PG 13

Chapter Seven: Grinfalde.

I own nothin' Except the Rouges and the people/animals/places I create. A/N: Rouges. Okay they probably weren't around there but just to let you know I made them up, their what their name says Britons and maybe some welsh/irish that basically are bandits. Note for MonDieu666: I got lots of help from banatic66 her story A Knight especially I recommend All her works. Stahlfan 125's The Sister of Guinevere is also REALLY good.

I was thoroughly depressed now that Lancelot was gone. But instead of moping around (except for silent tears in the night) I threw myself into my new work with gusto that surprised every one. I had to get rid of the Rouges, although not enough to cause us major harm they could present a danger to innocents. Bors often helped me. We never talked purposely of Lancelot except when we recalled moments when we were all together. Often it was tinged with sadness as we recalled deaths of our past comrades. He was a wonderful companion, he kept me laughing and usually my mind of Lancelot. Once when we were sitting around a campfire after Bors had finished a lewd joke I impulsively asked: "Did Lancelot ever talk of me?" then I bit my tounge, I wanted to know the answer although I didn't want to ask. Bors was silent for a moment.

"He did, though not often which was a sure sign he loved you. It sounds strange but he loved, and still would do, he loves you" I sniffed.

"I would never do him. He needs someone who deserves him. I'd be hopeless. I wouldn't be there for him. After a long journey he needs to come home to a family of beautiful children and a beautiful wife who will have a meal ready for him. I could never do that. I'll die on a battlefield and if we did have children they'd lose their mother. I don't deserve him and he doesn't need me" I finished a tear in my eye.

Bors looking away said: "Melewin, you're wrong. He needs you, more than some pretty, obedient housewife. He doesn't need her. He needs you, you"

"Goodnight Bors" I rolled over to sleep. Before I dozed of into a restless sleep full of dreams of a curly headed knight I heard Bors mutter in his sleep.

"He needs you, so fix that up."

I was riding with Bors and two other woads, Samuela and Lisha a couple of weeks after the 'incedent' at the campfire when we saw the rouges. They were six and we thought we could take them easy. So we attacked them and killed them, I was finishing when I was hit by two arrows, in my collarbone and leg. I stumbled and cried out and in an instant a rouge was jumping on me. I disemboweled him but another one took his place. He held a knife to my throat and about ten others stepped into the clearing bows drawn.

"Move and I will kill her. I know who she is, she is royalty. I will let you walk free alive if you leave us and tell of this to your commander. Then I may let her live, a little longer. You attack or send a tracker after us and she will die, after I have fun with her. Go, my men will escort you. Oh, and do me a favour tell Merlin, Grinfalde says hello. He will enjoy his neice too. He also thanks him his generosity in such a fine gift." Bors looked as if he might do something.

"Bors, do as he tells you. Or else, please" I begged.

"She is wise, knight of Artorius. Do as she says." The man said. As he started to walk away I said.

"Bors, tell Lancelot that I, that I love him. Tell him not to worry about me, if you see him, please" Bors nodded.

The man, I assumed to be Grinfalde smirked and said, "Oh do we have a lover, precious, I shall think he'll be very upset" then I passed out.

Lancelot rode into the fort and was greeted by Bors, the moment he laid eyes on him he knew something was wrong. Oh god no.

"Bors, what is it? Where's Mel? Bors?" He asked almost panicky.

Bors looked to the ground, unable to answer. Arthur answered for him as he walked in.

"She was taken by the rouges" Lancelot just stared.

"We was riding and we found 'em. So we attacked 'em. Then some bloke just snatched her and held the knife to her throat. We was 'elpless, they surrounded us. He took 'er, but gave us a message"

"What was it Bors?" Lancelot asked.

"He said that if we moved he'd kill 'er and he knew she was royalty. He'd let us live, and and maybe her, if we came back and told this to Arthur and Merlin. He also, he also said to tell Merlin that he, Grinfalde says hello and he'll enjoy his neice and thanks to 'im for such a fine gift. Melewin said to say that she loves you and don't worry about her."

Lancelot was silent for a while.

"So, explain what this Grinfalde looks like"

"Big, tattoos on his cheek, kinda meddled with. Greying hair and mean eyes." Lancelot was silent for a while.

"Now I know what he looks like, I can kill him"