Unconditional love

Author's Note: This is regarding Lancelot, the greatest knight of the Round Table and Arthur's best friend, and his romantic affair with Elaine Wes (a character I made up inspired by one of my friends) after the war against the Saxons.—Note: This story picks up where the movie, King Arthur, ended, but with a few details altered. Lancelot does not die in this story, Cynric and Cedric are still alive and the Saxons will still be causing some chaos in Camelot, where Arthur is King and Guinevere Queen--- Anything that appears familiar in the context of the legend of King Arthur, whether in books or movies, is solely in the property of books or movies. I do not own anything except the imaginary character Elaine Wes, again note: my friend's name, and Thomas Mattson, Elaine's brother and another character name I made up out of my friend's real names. I hope you enjoy this story and please comment for any suggestions.

Thank you,

Expressurself

Letters

From Elaine Wes to Thomas Mattson

Dark and coldness combined is a symbolic couple of the dimness I see, my dear brother. It envelopes me day and night, while I ride in the countryside, surrounded by endless beauty of the lush mountains and hills, so easily recognized as Avalon. You might ask, Thomas, why I should feel dark in such a peaceful land, but I tell you now, I can feel the dreadful years to come in our lands. Nothing but war will be fought and lands conquered and no one will ever remember us. No one will write down this history, or recall this land as rightfully ours, and no one will even care that we once inhabited this earth. But I do care...which is why I am traveling to Camelot. After all, King Arthur cannot protect this land by himself. I sincerely hope he will welcome my assistance. Oh, the peaceful land of Avalon is unrivaled to anything else I have seen. Remember, dear brother, when we were but young children frolicking in fields of gold, fields of wonder in our native town? Do you remember the wondrous sights and smells there? The clean cut scent of grass and wild daises and the rippling circles the lakes made as they lapped onto the shoreline? Avalon is beyond paradise. It is beyond those rippling circles and that scented grass. It is perfection, everything that humanity has dared to dream about. It is with great honor that I pass through this land on my journey. I wish you were here, Thomas, to witness such a spectacle. I wish our mother were here too, to see this. Oh how I long to see her gentle smile, her benevolent face, and her loving attitude towards us? It is with miserable melancholy that she died just a year ago, when you left us for your rightful placement as King of Cott. Tell me, Thomas, do you still reside there with your loving wife, Evelyn? I have not seen you for over a year, and yet, it seems longer. Perhaps it is because of how close we were as children that I often forget how apart we are now that we are older. Now that we reach maturity, everything seems prolonged. But my dear brother, I hope that you find every contentment you deserve, because I am sure our mother and father would have wanted that for their son.

Father is doing well, by the way. He is striving towards his title, King Mark of Barrister Keeps. He misses Mother terribly, misses the way the villagers used to always exclaim their names together in unison- "Hail King Mark of Barrister Keeps! Hail Queen Elyzabeth of Barrister Keeps!" For sure, he misses Mother, for she was such an innocent creature and to an indescribable degree, he loved her. I know this, and so do you. Our parents' love for one another is very rare to find in many people, and I hope that you and Evelyn have this type of love for each other. As for me...well, I am still young and eternally optimistic. Perhaps when I reach Camelot, things will digress from my present state of affairs.

Beside the point, Thomas, I still wish to tell you how much I miss you and how much this journey will count towards my love of our lands. The love of our country is what drives me to do such a thing, what drives me to find King Arthur and help him. I will write later, my dearest Thomas, and pray in God's good name, for everlasting peace.

Adieu until later we meet-

Elaine Wes, Royal Guardian of Barrister Keeps