Here let me clear up a few things that Chelsss brought to my attention (thanks Chelsss for your review!)

Probably some of you have gotten confused about the ages of the characters of my story as well as the time frame their in, and I apolgize cause I really wasn't clear. sorry guys:) Elaine was taken by the celts when she was 6 and Arthur was like 11 and Tristan was like 13. So here's everyone's ages that I tweaked a little cause my story takes place the summer and fall before the movie script starts.

Elaine- 21 Tristan-28 or so, Arthur- 26, Lancelot- 26, Gawain-25, Galahad-23, Lamorak-22, Dagonet-32,Bors-38, Kay-29.

Okay, I know that in the movie they are all a bit older, but I decided to take some writing liberty and make them all a bit younger, Sorry if it upsets anyone, but I just picture them this way. But this is totally your own interpretation of my story, so you can imagine them at any age really. Thanks.

Here's the newest Chapter! BUT...I must warn you. Get your tissues ready. As well as your typing fingers, so you can tell me what you think.

Chapter 26

Lamentation

A thick fog drifted through the lush green forests of Briton. An assembly of woads had come together before the great tree in the center of their village, every man, woman and child coming out from their tents. Before them stood Merlin, dressed in a golden fur and holding his usual staff proudly as he awaited the arrival of the Lady.

Elaine emerged from the tent, followed closely by Guinevere. The young woad had dressed Elaine in a thick, scratchy blue gown, that had a sun stitched around the very bottom with rough yellow and orange thread. It was incredibly uncomfortable material that made her extremely hot.

"This gown...I swear I.."

"Do you like it?" Guinevere smiled, pushing Elaine's long curls around her shoulders,"I made it myself for you."

Elaine felt bad. "It's beautiful."

Guinevere smiled, turning to see Blaise stalking up to them. The reality of her situation set in as Elaine watched the horrid man approach. Her hands trembled with anger, as Blaise took her elbow roughly and began to lead her to the makeshift altar by Merlin.

"Come, my lady. It's time to make you my wife."

Elaine gulped, as her eyes frantically searched the surrounding forests. 'Oh, God. Guide them to me safely.'

They soon came before the waiting Merlin, who smiled a greeting to Elaine. She only glared up right back at him, hatred filling her eyes for the man she held responsible for the pain she had to endure for fifteen long years.

"We are blessed with this admirable morning. Today our people will become one, as you two become one, in body, mind and soul."

"Oh, no."

Elaine's face mirrored the deep fear she was feeling all over inside her body. Her hands tremble as she desperately searched the trees. Perhaps they would not get there to her in time. Perhaps they couldn't come to her at all. Merlin began performing the ceremony, speaking in a rich foreign tongue as he blessed a chalice of what appeared to be wine. When he turned back to address them once more, tears slipped down Elaine's cheeks. She choked visibly on a sob, bringing her hand up to her mouth, and hating herself for showing such weakness before her enemies.

A single word dripped in a whisper from her lips as Merlin turned towards her.

"Tristan."

Merlin held the chalice up overhead the two destined to become man and wife, "The blood of this land courses through both of your veins. Drink and become one. Unite thy selves as you unite thy country."

Merlin than passed the chalice down to a hairy old Woad, who held it up before him and bowed to Merlin in great respect. The Woad than turned and made his way towards Elaine so that she might drink from the cup, thus sealing her fate forever. Elaine cried out in pain. They were too late.

Suddenly, without warning, a swift arrow flew out of nowhere, striking the arms of the man holding the chalice, going through the first limb than connecting with the other. The woad screamed in agony at the pain and the sight of his forearms held together by an arrow, the chalice spilling over, and the wine mixing with his blood on the green grass. Elaine looked up just in time to see Arthur and the knights burst through the forest, their various weapons drawn and ready. Many woads cried out, scattering back into the safety of their tents, while those able grabbed whatever weapon was available to them.

Bors screamed as he plunged his razor sharp axe across the chest of the first Woad that got into his way, "RUS!"

Lancelot galloped over to Elaine, frightening away Blaise as his black steed reared up at him. Elaine stood as Lancelot reached down and pulled her atop the horse in front of him, than rode back quickly towards the woods again.

Lancelot glanced down and noticed Elaine's hands, bringing out his dagger as he said,"They actually had to bind you in order to get you to go through the wedding? That won't happen at our blessed event will it my little butterfly, will it?"

Elaine rubbed her wrists after Lancelot cut her hands free, smirking up at the knight as she did. "Of course not my little idiot."

Lancelot laughed, dropping Elaine off at a safe distance, before racing back to the ensuing battle. Before she could jump out to help, Lancelot turned in his saddle, "DON'T MOVE FROM THAT SPOT!"

Tristan dismounted his steed quickly after having shot the first arrow through the Woads arms. A charging woad didn't know what hit him when a throwing knife landed right between his eyes. Tristan swaggered as he advanced the scene, pulling his long curved sword from his back slowly. Woads fell in every direction about his feet, as he swept his saber through the air with such great balance and skill. Arthur yelled ferociously, flipping Excalibur around to cut through the back of one woad, than swung around to slice the middle of another. Bors and Dagonet worked on a group of large Woads together, tackling them and running them through, making a sort of bizarre game out of the whole affair. Lancelot, Kay, and Gawain were still mounted upon their horses, swiping their different weapons around at their sides, killing and maiming several Woads as they went along. Galahad shot arrow after arrow from the ground, whipping around expertly at every attempted blow against him.

Elaine watched the whole battle play out before from her place in the underbrush. It was almost too unbearable to watch the men she had come to love fight for her, while she just hid. She could fight!

Just as she exited the brush, grabbing a nearby bow and searching for a single arrow, Elaine caught a glimpse of a figure advancing quickly towards her out of the very corner of her eye. She turned around swiftly to see Blaise running towards her. Elaine panicked searching desperately for an arrow anywhere, before Blaise could reach her. Yet, just it appeared too late, Lamorak jumped out from behind her, blocking Blaise's blow and kicking him in the gut. The Woad fell back, but quickly recovered. The two parried, as Elaine watched from the ground where she had collapsed in her furious hunt for an extra arrow to strike Blaise down. Lamorak was, of course, the better of the two, and it almost appeared that he was taunting the Woad with each block blow and returned hit. Suddenly, Lamorak swung his fist, connecting with Blaise's jaw. Blood flew through the air, spurting forth from the Woad's mouth, as he went down quickly, laying at the ground in defeat. Lamorak smirked, than turned around and swiftly jogged over to the fallen Elaine.

He bent forward, a beautiful smile spreading across his blood splattered face, and his eyes shining brightly. Elaine smiled back at her savior as he kindly extended his open hand to her.

"My lady," he said with a chuckle.

Just as Elaine reached her hand to meet his, the pointed tip of an arrow suddenly plunged through Lamorak's chest, appearing out of his armor at Elaine. Lamorak froze, and grunted with the painful force that was sent through him. A look of confusion flashed over his face as he looked down at the arrow point that protruded out of his chest. Elaine looked up in horror. Lamorak looked back at her, searching her eyes for an answer, as a drop of blood slipped down his bottom lip. Than, Lamorak slumped forward falling directly into Elaine's waiting arms.

"NO!" Elaine screamed out, her voice cracking in pain and grief. Blaise stood smiling at her, an empty bow at his side before he hurried of into the woods.

Lamorak groaned, fear running across his young features. He looked up into Elaine's sorrowful eyes pleadingly, grasping at the huge sleeve of her gown.

"E..Elaine?"

Tears fell freely down her cheeks, "Shh..Lamorak...you'll be alright...I promise.."

"E..E.E...la..I-I don't want to die." Lamorak cried, his youthful fears coming alive.

Elaine sobbed, "Shh," she said in a shaky voice as she cradled him in her hands. She looked up at the other men who were quickly dwindling the numbers down of the fleeing Woads.

"HELP ME!" Elaine screamed, a sob running through her voice.

Each man whipped around at her blood chilling yell. Gawain's eyes grew wide at the sight of his fallen cousin, the one he had promised to protect, bleeding in Elaine's arms. He was the first to be at her side, followed closely by a frantic Arthur.

Gawain fell to his knees, taking Lamorak's head in his hands. "Stay with me!"

Elaine applied pressure to the ghastly wound, crying out helplessly as an artery burst making more blood seep out. Lamorak's lips turned white as did his face as his breathing slowed. The others looked down sorrowfully at there brother, each slightly shaking in fear.

Elaine cried, tears blurring her vision. She moved about frantically, attempting to do two things at once. She didn't know that Arthur was at her side until she heard his voice.

"Tell me what to do."

Elaine looked at him, "Hold your hand there hard. Apply as much pressure as you can, but do so gingerly."

Elaine moved to remove the arrow. As she pulled, she heard a slow, terrifying sucking sound, causing her to stop. It was too dangerous. His organs were impaled, hanging on to the shaft of the wooden arrow. It would do more damage to yank the arrow out there. She screamed out in anger, moving around to assess the wound again.

Lamorak stared calmly up at Arthur and Elaine, his eyes growing evermore dim with each passing minute. Arthur still applied pressure, but looked down when his knight placed his cold hand atop both of his.

"I saved her for you, Arthur. I hav...haven't failed you."

"Shh, Lamorak. Don't speak."

"Have I...I.served you..well Arthur?..Have I made you...proud?"

Arthur froze, tears welling in his eyes. "Yes, Lamorak. You are a great man."

Lamorak smiled, than looked down at Elaine. "Elaine?"

She stopped for a second upon hearing Lamorak say her name.

Lamorak smiled down at her, before his eyes turned back up to Arthur. "She is so beautiful. Isn't she?"

Arthur smiled gravely, shaking as he said, "Yes, she is."

Elaine looked back in confusion. Lamorak looked up at Gawain's tear streaked face.

"I beat you, finally cousin. I go home before you."

Lamorak's breathing stilled as his lifeless eyes stared straight into the sky above him. Gawain was overcome with sobs, as he held his cousins face to his. Elaine shook her head.

"No, no, no. Lamorak, please."

Arthur wrapped his arms around her shaking form, "Elaine, there is nothing you can do now."

The group stared sorrowfully down at their fallen brother. The youngest had been stripped of his life so cruelly and so unfairly, much too soon. Yet, their mourning was cut sort by the wail of another onslaught of charging woads. The men turned quickly and charged forward in anger.

Arthur stood Elaine up, and held her in his arms, "TRISTAN! GET HER OUT OF HERE!"

The scout rode up quickly, scooping Elaine up out of Arthur's embrace with one strong arm, crushing her against the safety of his chest. She whimpered in protest, but held on to him with all her might, as the rode hard into the wilderness.

They soon came to the valley, breaking free from the constraints of the deadly forest. Tristan slowed his steed, and grabbed forElaine, but she was already on the ground before he could catch her. He quickly dismounted and raced after her fleeing form, reaching her much quicker than she had expected. He grabbed her by the hands, turning her to face him.

"Elaine! Elaine!"

"I have to go back, I have to go back."

"ELAINE!"

The lady froze, stunned when she heard Tristan actually raise his voice. He stare down at her, than slipped his arms around her, his hand burying itself in her silky tresses. She sobbed, and he brought her head to his chest, placing his chin on top. He rocked her slowly, as her tears burned his skin. He was so relieved to see her alive.

"Tristan, it is all my fault. Lamorak died for me."

Tristan stroked her hair, savoring the feeling of it in between his fingers. He wasn't usually so expressive with his actions, nor compassionate. But she was in pain, and he'd do anything to ease it.

"Stop. You had nothing to do with it. Lamorak was murdered, but he will be avenged I swear."

The two stood there in the valley, tightly wrapped in each other arms as a eastern wind blew about them.

There you go. I'm sorry, but it's true. Just don't hate me, please.