Part 11: Sword-play.

Elaine was practicing her swordsmanship on the practice fields when Lancelot caught up with her. He took out his own sword and jumped into the fight she was having with the air. They practiced in silence for a while. To be honest, he was trying to get some of anger he had after hearing from Arthur what she planned to do. He wasn't exactly sure why he was mad, but he knew he was.

Lancelot won the first round, reaching her neck before she reached his and they stepped back from each other preparing for another round. They circled slightly to keep themselves ready to fight.

"I hear your planning on marrying Bromwell." He managed to say it calmly, even though it seemed ridiculous that she would even consider that twit.

"News travels fast. I take it Guinevere has sent you to persuade me that I am making a mistake in considering the man."

"Not exactly, although I would agree with her. For goodness sake, Elaine, he practically stalks you. Why do you want to give in to that?"

"Perhaps I need it," she stated.

"Need what? A man who follows your every move?"

"No, a man who sees me more then just Guinevere's friend or the mother of Galahad." She lunged at him, starting the second round.

"You honestly think we don't see you as your own person?" He blocked her and for a moment the only sound was the clanging of their swords.

"That wasn't what I meant and you know it." She blocked every one of his shots at her. She was getting better. She had always been a good swordsman, but in the past few years with the Knights to practice with, she had improved tremendously, and almost was as good as Galahad and Lancelot. Granted, they had their weight and swords built for constant use while hers was a lighter sword, built for use if needed.

"You can't bloody marry that idiot, even if he is attracted to you. Most men are anyway."

She tripped him and placed her sword at his neck with a smirk. He had been distracted and had lost because of it. He sighed and looked up at her.

"You can't really tell me what to do, Lancelot, you realize that?" she stated, ignoring his later comment. Even if they were attracted to her, it was only a meager since most of them treated her like a sister, or one of the guys.

He growled slightly, knocked her sword away with his own and then tripped her so she ended up on the ground as well. He stuck his sword in the ground, stood up and then helped her to stand. When she went to pick up her sword from where it lay next to his, he grabbed her arm to keep her there.

"I may not be able to tell you what to do, but I can certainly show you." With that he pulled her to him and kissed her.

I actually got kinda inspired while watching Ella Enchanted (Which has Hugh Dancy if you didn't know…Galahad!) I'm hoping to write another segment before I go to bed. I'm not sure how many more segments I will have before this ends, but I'm going to try to finish it before too long.

Review Responses:

From Chapter 10:

Evenstar: Well, she sent her biggest weapon, Lancelot!

Cardeia: Ah, well we shall get to what Galahad thinks of Brom-the-stalker-boy. Both of them. Little Galahad and Sir Galahad team up a lot on things;)

It actually isn't getting much easier to write 500 word segments. Most times I go over but for this chapter I wrote it and it was 300 and some odd words. It took awhile trying to fit in the other 200 words without continuing the story farther then it needed to go.

From the later responses to Chapter 9:

Evenstar: Thank you:)

Seacucomber: nope it isn't because then there would be no reason for the story (unless they break up and you have to try to get them back together etc.) I'm glad you have enjoyed the story this far, and hopefully you will enjoy this chapter as well.