Disclaimer: I do not own any of the legend's characters. Elena is however, a name I have produced. This short story is not following the movie, King Arthur. This is after Arthur became King and resides in his castle. The events in this story are entirely fiction, just a short reflection of love in general.
The Arthurinian Tale of Lancelot and Elena
Lancelot watched Elena from the distance. The moonlight touched her skin, creating a golden ray upon her. Her hair tumbled down her back in ripples of dark silk. Her green robes tugged at her feet. She was watching the skies, her peaceful nature giving off to those who might see her.
The other knights gathered round to see her. Lancelot knew they knew. His love for her was too strong not to be recognized by now. Arthur came forth and clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Lancelot, I have known you for fifteen years. And never in these fifteen years have I ever seen you look at any woman the way you look at her." He turned to Arthur, stunned. The King smiled slightly and backed in among his knights. Lancelot turned his attention back to the lovely Elena.
She ran her hand on the archway and looked towards the castle. Her eyes fell on Lancelot and they locked eyes. Lancelot could hardly breathe. She smiled slightly and motioned him to come. He felt his feet drag very slowly, until he was face-to-face with her.
"My Lady." He whispered.
"Why are you here, Sir Lancelot?" She inquired curiously.
"I am here..." he wanted to say "to see you" but had not the courage to do so. "To see the stars." He glanced up into the twilight.
Elena appeared disappointed. She shook her thoughts off and plucked a smile. "Oh. Well...of course. Tell me, do you fear for tomorrow's battle?"
"My Lady, I fight because I am a knight. I fear nothing." He replied confidently.
"Everyone fears something. Even the noblest knights." She said. Lancelot was taken aback.
"Do you fear something, my Lady?"
Elena turned pink and turned away. "Yes, I fear that I have loved."
Lancelot's heart skipped a beat. "What is so fearful of love?"
"Love is pain. And to love and to be loved are two entirely different things. I have loved and I fear I am in love."
"With whom, may I ask?"
"That is confidential, my good knight. I do not wish to disclose it." She flushed.
Lancelot nodded. "Then I will bother the issue no further, my Lady."
"Thank you, Lancelot." There was silence in the garden. Lancelot found himself moving closer to her.
"My Lady, I too have loved and I am in love as well."
"Oh? With whom?" She grinned.
"You." He answered simply.
Elena stood there, shocked. And behind her mask of surprise, LAncelot saw a fire burning- a fire of great admiration and equal in love.
"Elena, I love you." Lancelot said. The maiden only realized he had used her first name. He was much closer now; he could count the number of tears clinging to her eyelashes, and the golden specks in her eyes.
"I love you too Lancelot. I love you very much."
FIN.