Disclaimer: I do not own any of the knights of the roundtable…dammit…I wish. But anyway, I do own the characters you have not heard about in the movie.
Author: I would like to say thank you to all of those who have left reviews...and wtf mate? To the people to who didn't…:cries: why …why…leave a review…it makes me update quicker:calms down: lol…sorry bout that.
Beautiful Enigma: Ok...this chapter is where you find out the ages of everyone…I swear! Lol...and well it's actually quite interesting how they marry, but sadly that won't come for a few chapters…it takes time to plan a wedding that you don't want to be in
KnightMaiden: thank you so much for the reviews!
problemgirl088: thank you so much for the reviews your support and complements are awesome!
Onesoul-onemind:Drools over Tristan: yeah he is pretty ain't he? Lol, anyway I will update...well right now!
Here Mousie Mousie: this is for you, don't die!
(Three weeks after battle of Badon Hill)
12345678987654321
Your Ageless:
The knights gathered early in morning, each tacking their horses and preparing for the journey ahead of them. Tristan, who had been sent ahead the night before to scout, returned. With an emotionless look he slid off his horse, his knees bending slightly with the impact. Arthur approached him with a calm but pensive look upon his face. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
Tristan frowned, his black eyes shone with a deadly power. "Some would say I never lost it."
Arthur smiled approvingly at Tristan and made his way to Lancelot who had after the battle, been favoring his left arm slightly. A look passed between the two that most would regard as a fleeting glance. But for those who knew them, those who understood their bond, those like Tristan and the knights. They knew this look held more than just a mere eye twitch. "Brother, I have noticed of late, the increasing liking you take towards one of the Amazon…"
The Knights looked towards their curly haired friend, an almost horrified look gracing his handsome face. "Arthur, surely, you don't think. I mean. How could...that's absurd."
Gawain snickered as he watched the normally smooth spoken night squirm. Lancelot noticing this growled loudly before turning to leave. Nearly slamming into Tari in the process, he mumbled and apology and made an excuse about forgetting to grab his swords, which the knights noticed were securely mounted to his back.
Tari, eyes alight with mischief approached her horse's stall which was located towards the back, near Lancelot's and across from Galahad. Minutes passed as the knights and the lone Amazon readied their horses. No one spoke, as if in fear to break some silent code that would offend each other.
Galahad found himself staring at the busied woman. Silently wondering how a lady of her stature could fight. His viewing was interrupted however by a large splash and amused female laughter.
"Antandre, goddess be damned, I will kill you for this."
Arthur, who felt it his duty, left the horse stall to check on the women. He returned with a red faced Antandre, and a seething, water soaked Tamuril. Gawain, who had been talking to Galahad earlier, found his gaze locked to that of the wet Amazon. His eyes roaming her clinging white shirt. This much to this knights pleasure, was soaked through and through.
Bors roared with laughter at the angry warrior and slammed his large calloused hand to the back of Antandre. "I knew ye' be special when I saw ya. Just like my bastards. Tricky and smart."
Antandre could no longer suppress a peel of laughter, making her cousin's mouth twitch. It was not long before even Tamuril was in fits of laughter and grabbing her side. The happy moment was ended however by a silent brooding Ainia.
Ainia not noticing the suddenly silenced room approached her horse quietly. Feeding her half eaten apple to it, she spoke softly. Brushing its mane and speaking in a tongue that no one knew. Tristan, who had left the stalls to presumably grab something to eat, entered slowly. His eyes watching everyone from behind his messy braided hair. Stopping short he listened to the normally silent Ainia speak in a tongue he knew, and knew well.
"Knights, let us leave." Arthur announced. Effectively ending Tristan's staring, but not early enough, noted Tristan who could almost feel Ainia's hot gaze on the back of his head. Mounting their horses and saying their good bye the Knights followed the women, beginning their month long journey to the village of Thames.
12345678987654321
Later That Night
"Tell me off your homeland?"
Lancelot turned at the sound of the women's voice. His trade mark smile gracing his lips. "My lady, I knew naught your interest in me."
Antandre rolled her eyes towards the heavens and smiled. Lancelot caught his breath at the sight. He would never admit it to the knights, but yes he did indeed take a liking to the Amazon, a very dangerous liking. Swearing softly he pulled his gaze away from her sight and waited for, as he knew, her quick witted tongue.
"Please Sir Lancelot; I have interests in know one. I am merely questioning you so I might know the man who will fight for my sister's hand."
At the mention of her sister Lancelot's gaze meandered to Ainia's figure. Sitting by the fire unmoving, the moons pale glow reflected upon her pale cream skin. To say he did not find her attractive would be a lie. However, Lancelot found himself spending many a night thinking of not her, but Antandre. Lancelot smiled; yes Antandre was more to his liking. Quick witted, with a tongue like a whip, and a figure to match. In Lancelot's opinion he would have no one but her.
"My land?" he sighed looking longingly at the sky, "… seas of grass as far as the eyes can see, skies, bluer than the finest sapphire. More beautiful than the finest Roman gems."
There was a brief pause in which Lancelot caught Antandre staring at him dreamily. Slowly, he took her hand, raising it to his lips. Never breaking the eye contact that had begun moments before. He could feel the warmth of her palm against his own, and for a second his wounds pain seemed to stop, for a moment the cold seemed to spread warmth not death. For a second the world melted away. With a deep breath he let her hand drop, a smile of victory covering his face. "And to clear the air about your sister, I will not be fighting for her hand."
Unbeknownst to the flirting couple, Ainia the Frigid had been watching them, a small smirk crossing her lips as the two touched. The slightest of contact, but there was deeper feelings between the two. Ainia was sure of it.
She continued to watch as her sisters face turned from wistful to annoyed. Biting back the laughter as Antandre began to scold the womanizing Knight. Ainia was interrupted however by the silent scout's presence. This over the weeks at Hadrian's Wall had become, to Ainia's displeasure, almost bearable.
Ainia spoke, scouts silence was unnerving even for her, "You are feeling better I see."
He didn't reply, and for a second Ainia believed that he might not have heard her. But what scout can not hear the words of someone sitting not two feet away, but at the sometime can track the noise of an animal for the distance of a mile?
"I am."
Ainia was not surprised by Tristan's curtness, or lack of words. But nonetheless Tristan did not look like a man for many words and in a way she preferred someone of such character.
"You speak Druid," said Tristan.
Ainia knew naught how to take this, was it a statement, or a question that required an explanation. Ainia found herself explaining, "My mother taught me. She said that it was the language of the Goddess."
Tristan nodded his head slightly, his agreement was evident. "I was told the same, though it has been almost 20 years since the day."
"Old man," spoke Ainia, her voice was nonchalant. But Tristan would bet his bow there was mischief in her eyes.
Ainia was surprised when Tristan continued her game of wits, "If I am old Amazon, then you would rival the goddess for time."
Surprised and caught of guard Ainia found her self smiling. "I will have you know scout that I am eight and twenty. Quite young and quite healthy, this is more to say than you."
"Two years my junior. You are immature for your age."
Ainia stared at his retreating back. Just like that he had left. Giving her no time to retort. Bloody men! Ainia screamed to herself as she remembered why she had taken her vows as a warrior. So I could kill those arrogant men. Grumbling she unrolled her furs by the fire. Closing her eyes and willing sleep to possess her angry spirit.