'Love, Honor and Sorrow- The Beginning of Robin Hood'
by rowantree13
The disclaimer is located on the first chapter. Please respect it! I did write this scenario,
if not the characters, which are owned by Disney.
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Fitzooth Manor, seven years from the last adventure...
Robin kept both his eyes open, sighting down the arrow, eyeing the target and the arrowpoint. He
left the arrow fly, but he shut his eyes at the last second and the arrow flew a foot to the left
away from the target.
"No! Son, you closed your eyes again! You must learn how to shoot with both eyes open! Get your
arrow, bring it here!" Hugh Fitzooth commanded his son, pointing at the target.
Robin wearily dragged himself over to the target and pulled the arrow out. He walked back to
his father, giving him the arrow.
Hugh fit the bolt to his own bow and sighted down the arrow. He left the string go, and ZING!
The arrow was quivering slightly in the middle of the target. A perfect bullseye! Robin looked at
his father with admiration and respect. Hugh laughed aloud and winked at Robin, his face cheerful
at Robin's admiration.
"Ah, Robin, tis' only a trick. If you keep working on your archery skills, you're bound to hit
not only the center of the target, but the arrow in the middle as well!"
"I don't think I'll be that good," Robin said, doubtfully. He sighed. "Wish I was, though."
"Lad, if wishes were fishes, you'd have a ocean full. Let's go, it's getting dark since the sun
has gone down. Besides, you have an appointment tomorrow!"
"Really? Where at, father?" Robin said, curious.
"I'll tell you before we go, son. Now, let's go inside so that wife of mine can make us some hot
applejack cider!" Hugh grinned good-naturedly.
"Be careful who you insult, sir!" Robin exclaimed, then smiled at his dad. "That's my mother
you're referring to!"
The two foxes laughed and ran back to the manor, racing each other past the hills to the main
hall.
In the morning, after a good night's sleep, Robin and his family rode in a wagon pulled by some
of their servants through the village. Robin had brought along his bow and quiver, just in case.
It had been some time since Robin had been to the village, he was greeted by familiar faces and
some of his friends he had made. Then one aquaintance slowly sauntered into view. It was Flint,
the bully who had tried to hit Marian with a rock seven years ago.
He was actually more chubbier than before, wearing a brown tunic and leggings, with a belt to
keep his leggings from falling. Robin narrowed his eyes at his enemy, who merely smirked back at
him. Flint wasn't causing trouble at the moment, so he was safe. Still, Robin had a urge to go
and whack the smirk off Flint's face using his fist. The wagon rolled out of the village, and
down a dirt road to Huntingdon.
When it reached the manor, the servants all rested from the wagon. One of them, a rabbit many
years older than Robin, tumbled and fell into the grass. He did not move.
"Kenneth! Kenneth, speak to me, Ken!" One of the servants turned Kenneth over, who had felt cold
and clammy, but was sweating and shivering at the same time. Hugh came over, followed by Arelyn.
Robin hurried behind them, waiting at hand. Hugh knelt down and looked at Kenneth. Then he turned
to Robin. "Hurry, go inside and fetch a cloth and water... he had a touch of sun stroke. Go now,
hurry!"
Robin ran to the manor door, nearly colliding with a servant from the manor on his way in. He
didn't know the manor very well, but he spied a young vixen carrying some water and a ragged
piece of cloth and a bowl of water in her hands. He ran up to her.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, catching his breath, "but can I borrow the water and the cloth? One
of the servants collapsed outside!"
"Yes, take me to them!" She ran past him, to the front entrance, Robin following behind her. She
ran until she reached Kenneth, then used the cloth to wipe his face clean. He was breathing and
appeared visibly better. He opened his eyes after a while and sat up, tired and dizzy. "What...
what happened??"
"You had some sunstroke, Kenneth...it's alright now. Can you stand up?" Hugh asked, helping
Kenneth to his feet. Kenneth swayed a little but stayed upright.
"I'm fine, now...just a tad woozy..." Kenneth said. He leaned against the cart. Arelyn patted his
shoulder comfortingly.
"There now, Kenneth, you can ride in the cart if you still feel dizzy when we must leave. For
now, you gather your strength."
Kenneth nodded contently, and sat down in the grass. Robin watched him, till he felt other eyes
upon him. It was the young vixen who had brought the rag and water. She looked at him, with her
eyes expecting something. Robin looked around confused, then a thought came to him.
"I thank you for your assistance, milady. Is there anything I could do to, ummm..." He stopped,
struggling for the right word.
The vixen grinned, and she threw herself at him, hugging him. Robin stopped where he was,
dumbstruck, then he heard a voice whispering in his ear. "You could give me a hug, you wicked
scoundrel!"
Robin grinned as he realized who it was speaking to him.
"Marian? It's you! It's really you!" He held her at his arm's length. The breath seemed to catch
in his throat. His friend that he had known since he was eight had grown to a very beautiful
young vixen. She wasn't wearing a blue dress anymore, but a light pink color, with a cover over
her ears. However, no matter how much more mature she was, she still had that sparkle in her eyes
that Robin knew so well.
"You didn't recognize me, Robin?" She said with mock disappointment in her voice. Robin blinked
and stuttered in reply, thinking she was serious. "Um, well, I...I, uh...er..."
She broke out into a smile. "I was only kidding!" She laughed and he smiled in relief and joy.
The two teenagers didn't notice the others were staring at them. Hugh was smiling and Arelyn was
giggling a little. Hugh coughed to get their attention. Robin and Marian looked up, wide-eyed at
their audience. Marian was blushing slightly and Robin was sheepishly looking at his parents.
A older female, a hen, came from the Huntingdon manor, her light blue dress waving in the air as
she ran. She stopped as she reached Marian and grabbed her paw.
"Marian, m'dear, where have ya been? Yer parents are searching for you, and they're wondering
when the Fitzooths will arrive!" she spoke with a somewhat Scottish accent.
"They're right here, Lady Cluck," Marian said calmly, looking at her lady-in-waiting. "This is
Hugh Fitzooth and his wife, Arelyn-" Lady Cluck curtsied to them, which they nodded kindly to.
"And this is their son, Robin." Lady Cluck noticed that Marian had blushed a little when she
introduced Robin, but the lady choose not to say anything. She curtsied to the young fox, who
graciously bowed and smiled at her.
Lady Cluck was put at ease with his manners. 'This lad is a perfect match for Marian,' she
thought to herself, glad that the parents had chosen well.
"Lady Cluck, will you tell my parents that I will bring the Fitzooths to them?" Marian asked.
"Certainly, m'dear." And with that, the lady rushed back to the castle. Marian smiled at the
Fitzooths.
"There is a hayloft where your servants can rest and get some water to drink. They can leave the
wagon in there."
"Thank you, young maid." Hugh said to Marian. Marian gestured to the manor. "Please follow me to
meet my parents."
The Fitzooths and Marian made their way to the castle as the servants dragged the wagon to the
hayloft.
Inside the manor, it was cool and airy, with the place lit from candles and the light of the sun
from the windows. Inside the rooms were decorated with tapestries and bright ribbons. Robin and
his parents looked around with amazement. There were a few tapestries at Fitzooth Manor, but not
some that beautiful and realistic! Marian grinned at their expressions.
They reached the main hall. In there were some fireplaces, long tables and stools, and one main
table where the Earl of Huntingdon and his wife were standing. They looked up. Adam, the Earl,
grinned as he recognized his old friend.
"Hugh, how are you? Get over here, ya big oaf!" The two foxes laughed and chatted loudly as the
ladies both smiled and talked to each other. Robin and Marian stood by as children usually did,
then Robin looked at Marian and grinned mischeviously. Marian caught that glance. She nodded
casually toward the door, and he smiled. They both made their way out of the manor, their parents
still talking with each other.
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"My father always told me to keep my eyes open, that way it'd be easier to shoot..." Robin said
as he pulled the string back on his bow. He shot the bow, hitting the target, but missing the
bullseye. He grimaced as he looked at it. "I still can't hit the mark, though..."
"Here, let me try," Marian said, going up to Robin. She looked at him with pleading eyes. He
thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, you can try it. Do you remember how to use it?"
"I think so," she said. She took the bow from him, and held it as she got an arrow from his
quiver. She notched the arrow, and balanced it, looking down the arrow to the target. She shot,
but it flew over the target and into a tree. Robin was laughing softly as he walked back up to
her.
"What did I do wrong?" she said, looking confused, holding the bow in one paw. Robin smiled and
put her free paw onto the string again.
"Here, you have to stand properly...put your toe on the mark...that's it. Make sure your foot and
the end of the bow are lined up... and pull back on the string..." Robin was behind her, making
sure her paws were on the bow correctly...she drew back the string, and loosed it. ZING!
The arrow went straight into the center. A bullseye! Robin stared, amazed, while Marian
celebrated by jumping breathlessly. "We did it! We hit the middle, Robin!" She hugged him to her,
it took him a while to realize he was getting hugged. He smiled at her.
Then Marian suddenly realized where they were. They were in a field, where no one else was
watching them. Marian could feel his strong arms around her, pulling her close, she knew he was
only a friend, but inside of her heart, something said that Robin could be more than a friend to
her. In fact, she felt as if he were a part of her life, and not one to go away.
He was looking at her, he could feel her body pressing against his. He felt his heart beat a
little more faster, his throat was getting dry. He wanted so badly to kiss her...
"Master Robin! Maid Marian!" Lady Cluck called from the manor steps. Robin and Marian broke away
from each other as she came running up to them. "Your parents are looking for you both, me
dears...What is it? You look as if you'd been under a spell!"
'In a way, we were,' Marian and Robin thought at the same time. They followed Lady Cluck to the
manor, where the cart was waiting. Adam and Hugh were clasping paws and the ladies were
embracing. When the two teenage foxes arrived, their parents looked up at them, smiling.
"Robin, Marian...we have some news for you," Adam said to them both. Robin and Marian looked at
each other, then back to their parents in confusion.
"There is to be a tournament at Nottingham, and many of the ladies and lords plan to attend.
Possibly the two princes, Richard and John, will attend as well. We have permisson to go as well,
provided Hugh and Adam can display their weaponry skills. It will be so much fun!"
Robin and Marian looked at each other in delight. A chance to see the princes, as well as their
fathers' exploits at archery and swordfighting! It was to be a great day!
Robin could barely contain himself. "Oohdalolly! We're going to the tournament!" Robin said,
doing a cartwheel. His parents, as well as Marian's, laughed at his joyfulness.
"Robin, calm down. Remember, you'll have to show your skill as well!"
Robin stopped, feeling the jollyness he had slowly fade away. "My skills?! But...but father..."
"It's alright, lad, you'll be with the others around your age," Adam said, grinning at Robin.
"Besides, if you're anything like your dad and I were during the battles..."
"You were in one of the wars?" Robin asked, looking wide-eyed at his father and Adam.
"Heh, I'll say we were!" Adam said, leaping out and pretending to hit at imaginary foes with a
broadsword. "Hacking at those tin clad fighters, me and your father were. We both saw that
Richard was in the battle as well! Do you remember, Hugh?"
"How can I forget?" Hugh said, pretending to nock a arrow to an imaginary bow. "I hit the scum
that was going to cut him down, and you fought your way to his side, with me covering both of
you! Hugh looked toward his son, his eyes filled with memories and sorrow. " It was a bloody
fight, hopefully you won't fight in such a battle in your life, Robin." He relaxed as Adam calmed
down. Then Hugh smiled lightly.
"Still, the reward for living was something. I earned a total of a thousand pounds from him, at
his request, and Adam here-" he clapped Adam on the back, "He became like a brother to Richard,
with the good Prince as Marian's adpoted uncle and all."
Adam looked at the two teenage foxes. "But that was then, Hugh. Now our young ones will have
their grand days ahead of them!"
Adam's statement was to be on of the future- but at a price. For both Marian and Robin...
To Be Continued...
by rowantree13
The disclaimer is located on the first chapter. Please respect it! I did write this scenario,
if not the characters, which are owned by Disney.
************************************************************************************************
Fitzooth Manor, seven years from the last adventure...
Robin kept both his eyes open, sighting down the arrow, eyeing the target and the arrowpoint. He
left the arrow fly, but he shut his eyes at the last second and the arrow flew a foot to the left
away from the target.
"No! Son, you closed your eyes again! You must learn how to shoot with both eyes open! Get your
arrow, bring it here!" Hugh Fitzooth commanded his son, pointing at the target.
Robin wearily dragged himself over to the target and pulled the arrow out. He walked back to
his father, giving him the arrow.
Hugh fit the bolt to his own bow and sighted down the arrow. He left the string go, and ZING!
The arrow was quivering slightly in the middle of the target. A perfect bullseye! Robin looked at
his father with admiration and respect. Hugh laughed aloud and winked at Robin, his face cheerful
at Robin's admiration.
"Ah, Robin, tis' only a trick. If you keep working on your archery skills, you're bound to hit
not only the center of the target, but the arrow in the middle as well!"
"I don't think I'll be that good," Robin said, doubtfully. He sighed. "Wish I was, though."
"Lad, if wishes were fishes, you'd have a ocean full. Let's go, it's getting dark since the sun
has gone down. Besides, you have an appointment tomorrow!"
"Really? Where at, father?" Robin said, curious.
"I'll tell you before we go, son. Now, let's go inside so that wife of mine can make us some hot
applejack cider!" Hugh grinned good-naturedly.
"Be careful who you insult, sir!" Robin exclaimed, then smiled at his dad. "That's my mother
you're referring to!"
The two foxes laughed and ran back to the manor, racing each other past the hills to the main
hall.
In the morning, after a good night's sleep, Robin and his family rode in a wagon pulled by some
of their servants through the village. Robin had brought along his bow and quiver, just in case.
It had been some time since Robin had been to the village, he was greeted by familiar faces and
some of his friends he had made. Then one aquaintance slowly sauntered into view. It was Flint,
the bully who had tried to hit Marian with a rock seven years ago.
He was actually more chubbier than before, wearing a brown tunic and leggings, with a belt to
keep his leggings from falling. Robin narrowed his eyes at his enemy, who merely smirked back at
him. Flint wasn't causing trouble at the moment, so he was safe. Still, Robin had a urge to go
and whack the smirk off Flint's face using his fist. The wagon rolled out of the village, and
down a dirt road to Huntingdon.
When it reached the manor, the servants all rested from the wagon. One of them, a rabbit many
years older than Robin, tumbled and fell into the grass. He did not move.
"Kenneth! Kenneth, speak to me, Ken!" One of the servants turned Kenneth over, who had felt cold
and clammy, but was sweating and shivering at the same time. Hugh came over, followed by Arelyn.
Robin hurried behind them, waiting at hand. Hugh knelt down and looked at Kenneth. Then he turned
to Robin. "Hurry, go inside and fetch a cloth and water... he had a touch of sun stroke. Go now,
hurry!"
Robin ran to the manor door, nearly colliding with a servant from the manor on his way in. He
didn't know the manor very well, but he spied a young vixen carrying some water and a ragged
piece of cloth and a bowl of water in her hands. He ran up to her.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, catching his breath, "but can I borrow the water and the cloth? One
of the servants collapsed outside!"
"Yes, take me to them!" She ran past him, to the front entrance, Robin following behind her. She
ran until she reached Kenneth, then used the cloth to wipe his face clean. He was breathing and
appeared visibly better. He opened his eyes after a while and sat up, tired and dizzy. "What...
what happened??"
"You had some sunstroke, Kenneth...it's alright now. Can you stand up?" Hugh asked, helping
Kenneth to his feet. Kenneth swayed a little but stayed upright.
"I'm fine, now...just a tad woozy..." Kenneth said. He leaned against the cart. Arelyn patted his
shoulder comfortingly.
"There now, Kenneth, you can ride in the cart if you still feel dizzy when we must leave. For
now, you gather your strength."
Kenneth nodded contently, and sat down in the grass. Robin watched him, till he felt other eyes
upon him. It was the young vixen who had brought the rag and water. She looked at him, with her
eyes expecting something. Robin looked around confused, then a thought came to him.
"I thank you for your assistance, milady. Is there anything I could do to, ummm..." He stopped,
struggling for the right word.
The vixen grinned, and she threw herself at him, hugging him. Robin stopped where he was,
dumbstruck, then he heard a voice whispering in his ear. "You could give me a hug, you wicked
scoundrel!"
Robin grinned as he realized who it was speaking to him.
"Marian? It's you! It's really you!" He held her at his arm's length. The breath seemed to catch
in his throat. His friend that he had known since he was eight had grown to a very beautiful
young vixen. She wasn't wearing a blue dress anymore, but a light pink color, with a cover over
her ears. However, no matter how much more mature she was, she still had that sparkle in her eyes
that Robin knew so well.
"You didn't recognize me, Robin?" She said with mock disappointment in her voice. Robin blinked
and stuttered in reply, thinking she was serious. "Um, well, I...I, uh...er..."
She broke out into a smile. "I was only kidding!" She laughed and he smiled in relief and joy.
The two teenagers didn't notice the others were staring at them. Hugh was smiling and Arelyn was
giggling a little. Hugh coughed to get their attention. Robin and Marian looked up, wide-eyed at
their audience. Marian was blushing slightly and Robin was sheepishly looking at his parents.
A older female, a hen, came from the Huntingdon manor, her light blue dress waving in the air as
she ran. She stopped as she reached Marian and grabbed her paw.
"Marian, m'dear, where have ya been? Yer parents are searching for you, and they're wondering
when the Fitzooths will arrive!" she spoke with a somewhat Scottish accent.
"They're right here, Lady Cluck," Marian said calmly, looking at her lady-in-waiting. "This is
Hugh Fitzooth and his wife, Arelyn-" Lady Cluck curtsied to them, which they nodded kindly to.
"And this is their son, Robin." Lady Cluck noticed that Marian had blushed a little when she
introduced Robin, but the lady choose not to say anything. She curtsied to the young fox, who
graciously bowed and smiled at her.
Lady Cluck was put at ease with his manners. 'This lad is a perfect match for Marian,' she
thought to herself, glad that the parents had chosen well.
"Lady Cluck, will you tell my parents that I will bring the Fitzooths to them?" Marian asked.
"Certainly, m'dear." And with that, the lady rushed back to the castle. Marian smiled at the
Fitzooths.
"There is a hayloft where your servants can rest and get some water to drink. They can leave the
wagon in there."
"Thank you, young maid." Hugh said to Marian. Marian gestured to the manor. "Please follow me to
meet my parents."
The Fitzooths and Marian made their way to the castle as the servants dragged the wagon to the
hayloft.
Inside the manor, it was cool and airy, with the place lit from candles and the light of the sun
from the windows. Inside the rooms were decorated with tapestries and bright ribbons. Robin and
his parents looked around with amazement. There were a few tapestries at Fitzooth Manor, but not
some that beautiful and realistic! Marian grinned at their expressions.
They reached the main hall. In there were some fireplaces, long tables and stools, and one main
table where the Earl of Huntingdon and his wife were standing. They looked up. Adam, the Earl,
grinned as he recognized his old friend.
"Hugh, how are you? Get over here, ya big oaf!" The two foxes laughed and chatted loudly as the
ladies both smiled and talked to each other. Robin and Marian stood by as children usually did,
then Robin looked at Marian and grinned mischeviously. Marian caught that glance. She nodded
casually toward the door, and he smiled. They both made their way out of the manor, their parents
still talking with each other.
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"My father always told me to keep my eyes open, that way it'd be easier to shoot..." Robin said
as he pulled the string back on his bow. He shot the bow, hitting the target, but missing the
bullseye. He grimaced as he looked at it. "I still can't hit the mark, though..."
"Here, let me try," Marian said, going up to Robin. She looked at him with pleading eyes. He
thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, you can try it. Do you remember how to use it?"
"I think so," she said. She took the bow from him, and held it as she got an arrow from his
quiver. She notched the arrow, and balanced it, looking down the arrow to the target. She shot,
but it flew over the target and into a tree. Robin was laughing softly as he walked back up to
her.
"What did I do wrong?" she said, looking confused, holding the bow in one paw. Robin smiled and
put her free paw onto the string again.
"Here, you have to stand properly...put your toe on the mark...that's it. Make sure your foot and
the end of the bow are lined up... and pull back on the string..." Robin was behind her, making
sure her paws were on the bow correctly...she drew back the string, and loosed it. ZING!
The arrow went straight into the center. A bullseye! Robin stared, amazed, while Marian
celebrated by jumping breathlessly. "We did it! We hit the middle, Robin!" She hugged him to her,
it took him a while to realize he was getting hugged. He smiled at her.
Then Marian suddenly realized where they were. They were in a field, where no one else was
watching them. Marian could feel his strong arms around her, pulling her close, she knew he was
only a friend, but inside of her heart, something said that Robin could be more than a friend to
her. In fact, she felt as if he were a part of her life, and not one to go away.
He was looking at her, he could feel her body pressing against his. He felt his heart beat a
little more faster, his throat was getting dry. He wanted so badly to kiss her...
"Master Robin! Maid Marian!" Lady Cluck called from the manor steps. Robin and Marian broke away
from each other as she came running up to them. "Your parents are looking for you both, me
dears...What is it? You look as if you'd been under a spell!"
'In a way, we were,' Marian and Robin thought at the same time. They followed Lady Cluck to the
manor, where the cart was waiting. Adam and Hugh were clasping paws and the ladies were
embracing. When the two teenage foxes arrived, their parents looked up at them, smiling.
"Robin, Marian...we have some news for you," Adam said to them both. Robin and Marian looked at
each other, then back to their parents in confusion.
"There is to be a tournament at Nottingham, and many of the ladies and lords plan to attend.
Possibly the two princes, Richard and John, will attend as well. We have permisson to go as well,
provided Hugh and Adam can display their weaponry skills. It will be so much fun!"
Robin and Marian looked at each other in delight. A chance to see the princes, as well as their
fathers' exploits at archery and swordfighting! It was to be a great day!
Robin could barely contain himself. "Oohdalolly! We're going to the tournament!" Robin said,
doing a cartwheel. His parents, as well as Marian's, laughed at his joyfulness.
"Robin, calm down. Remember, you'll have to show your skill as well!"
Robin stopped, feeling the jollyness he had slowly fade away. "My skills?! But...but father..."
"It's alright, lad, you'll be with the others around your age," Adam said, grinning at Robin.
"Besides, if you're anything like your dad and I were during the battles..."
"You were in one of the wars?" Robin asked, looking wide-eyed at his father and Adam.
"Heh, I'll say we were!" Adam said, leaping out and pretending to hit at imaginary foes with a
broadsword. "Hacking at those tin clad fighters, me and your father were. We both saw that
Richard was in the battle as well! Do you remember, Hugh?"
"How can I forget?" Hugh said, pretending to nock a arrow to an imaginary bow. "I hit the scum
that was going to cut him down, and you fought your way to his side, with me covering both of
you! Hugh looked toward his son, his eyes filled with memories and sorrow. " It was a bloody
fight, hopefully you won't fight in such a battle in your life, Robin." He relaxed as Adam calmed
down. Then Hugh smiled lightly.
"Still, the reward for living was something. I earned a total of a thousand pounds from him, at
his request, and Adam here-" he clapped Adam on the back, "He became like a brother to Richard,
with the good Prince as Marian's adpoted uncle and all."
Adam looked at the two teenage foxes. "But that was then, Hugh. Now our young ones will have
their grand days ahead of them!"
Adam's statement was to be on of the future- but at a price. For both Marian and Robin...
To Be Continued...