AN: So this isn't what I originally had in mind when I was thinking of a wedding chapter but this what came out! Everyone gets married...yeah! I hope that you all enjoy it and let me know what you think :)

A Time to Wed

End of the Movie +9 months: Gawain & Valeria

Gawain stood in the center of the round table impatiently waiting for Valeria to appear. He wished that he had ceded to her wishes and just gotten married down in the southern part of Britain where Arthur and Guinevere had gotten married. But he had wanted to wait until they had returned to the Wall. This was where they had their home. This was where their children were born. This was where they had fought to be together.

This was where they would be married.

Although, he supposed, they were technically married already by the laws of consummation and cohabitation, but now that he was allowed to have an official ceremony...he wanted it. Arthur clapped a hand on Gawain's shoulder in the hopes to make his burly knight stop fidgeting.

"It won't be long now, my friend." Arthur said a touch impatient himself but much better at hiding it. Everyone always said that Gawain wore his heart on his sleeve.

"I just want to be married." Gawain all but whined. He noticed that Guinevere rolled her eyes behind Arthur's back but he chose to ignore her. Inwardly though, Gawain sighed. He did not have a strong liking for the new Queen and neither did many in the kingdom. The only ones who did seem to have a fondness for her were her fellow Woads. Picts. Picts. Gawain mentally corrected himself before shrugging it off. He was too old to change the way he thought about things now.

Gawain pushed his irritation with the Queen aside and focused on the other people in the room. Vanora and Elspeth had just slipped into the chapel, signaling to Gawain that they were indeed close to starting since those two had been helping Valeria get ready.

Galahad was standing in a corner with Elspeth talking quietly and earnestly as Elspeth held his youngest, three month old Morwen in her arms. Bors and Vanora were standing amongst their brood arguing furiously; although they were trying to be quiet, Gawain could hear almost every word. He smiled a bit at the difference between the two couples. He looked towards the children and saw One watching over Lucia and Ten, who were in turn trying to sneak over to the sweets table and "test if any of the blackberries were poisoned." He shook his head at Lucia's favorite excuse for sampling sweets. He never knew where she got such silly ideas from, but he would always throw back his head and laugh at what his little princess would come up with next. Sometimes to Valeria's chagrin. Speaking of Valeria...

His attention, and everyone else's in the room, was drawn to the doorway, which had just been opened. Realistically, Gawain knew that he had seen Valeria in those robes before. They were her best ones and she didn't wear them often, but he had seen her wear them over the years. But today- today she looked...amazing. There was no other word for it. He knew that he had a stupid besotted look upon his face (his feeling was confirmed when he heard Bors give a snicker somewhere to his left- followed by a whoosh of air that signified Vanora had elbowed her man in the stomach).

He didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that today they were going to be officially man and wife. He could finally give her the ceremony that she deserved. Although, as he leaned in to give her a sweet kiss after Arthur had spoken the words pronouncing them legally wed, he realized that he hadn't really paid much attention to it. In fact, years later Gawain would be able to tell you the exact angle of the light as it lit up Valeria's hair, how her smile had caused her to glow, how he could feel her pulse beneath his thumb as he stroked her wrist, and how her eyes had never left his. But what Arthur had said to unite them as one? He didn't even have a clue five minutes later.

As he broke away from kissing Valeria, his friends and family swarmed around to congratulate them. Gawain grinned as he grabbed Lucia and tossed her in the air, catching his giggling daughter and giving his exasperated wife a roguish grin. She smiled and laughed and Gawain's spirits were high- he couldn't recall a time where he had been this happy.

"Let's feast!" He called out, settling Lucia on his hip and snagging Valeria's hand as he walked out of the center of table and towards the banquet hall where their wedding feast was set up.

"Ruuuuuussss!" Bors bellowed out in answer.

And feast they did.

End of the Movie +2 years: Galahad & Elspeth

"I can't believe this is happening..." Bors muttered under his breath as he watched Galahad and Elspeth get married. He grunted as Vanora elbowed him in the stomach. He looked around the courtyard where they had all gathered and noticed that he was the only one scowling. Valeria even had tears in her eyes! He tried to fix his face in a semblance of a smile but he had a feeling, by the look that Vanora was giving him, that it was really more of a grimace.

"Don't you embarrass me!" Vanora hissed under her breath. Bors attempted to smile, but Vanora merely huffed and turned away. He heard One snicker from her place beside him. He gently elbowed the girl he considered his oldest daughter in the side.

"Daaaaaddd." She whined under her breath. However, One had never really been the quietest of children (none of Bors' clan were) and several people turned around to scowl at them for interrupting the proceedings. One blushed and was relieved to see that neither Galahad nor Elspeth had noticed anything amiss. Bors merely shrugged. This day couldn't end soon enough for him. Here he was with eleven children and Vanora STILL wouldn't marry him. He was beginning to take this personally now.

"Huzzah!"

The happy shout from the crowd brought Bors out of his brooding. He watched with a touch of envy as Galahad, blushing as red as a rose, gave Elspeth a sweet chaste kiss. He couldn't help but laugh as the girl pulled her new husband in for a much more romantic version of the kiss. He heard One sigh beside him, distracting him from his own thoughts and the sounds of Vanora, Valeria, and Gawain trying to herd all their children together towards the feast tables that Arthur had been kind enough to provide.

"What's that sigh for?" Bors asked slinging an arm around One. She tried to shrug him off but Bors was persistent. One finally gave up and just told her father what was on her mind.

"I'm never going to get married." She said with a frown. Bors internally shuddered at the thought of someone courting One and was about to say that damn right she was never getting married and neither were any of her sisters! Then, he saw the despondent look in her eyes and couldn't help but want to cheer her up.

"Just wait. Someday, not anywhere close to now, mind you, you'll find someone who'll be lucky to have you." Bors said. One frowned again.

"But I'm almost sixteen now. Mom had me when she was younger than me! Why can't I get someone now?" She asked with a bit of a whine causing Bors to wince at the shrill tone in her voice. "And Aunt Valeria was only sixteen when she and Gawain ran off together-"

"Now you listen here!" Bors interrupted her. "There will be no running away! Your mother and Aunt were young. Too young I should think. And their families weren't very happy with them." Bors frowned a bit, thinking of how Vanora's parents had kicked her out when they found she was pregnant by one of the Sarmatian knights.

"So?"

"So you wait a few years until you meet someone your mother and I approve of."

"Why does it even matter? You're not even really my father." Bors winced at her words, but started talking before she could apologize.

"Maybe not by blood. But you're my daughter, make no mistake about that. And I want to make sure that whatever blighter you bring home is good enough for you. Look at Elspeth and Galahad. They're happy. All their friends and family are happy. Don't you want that for yourself?"

One shrugged.

"Well?"

"But what if there's no one out there? Or what if you scare them away?"

"Then they're not worthy of you. You're too special to just hand over to some tosser who won't stand up to me! Do you really want a bloke like that?" Bors was heartened when he could see One fighting a smile at his latest assessment.

"I guess not." She replied and Bors ruffled her hair affectionately causing her to shriek and giggle a little.

"Better not." He muttered. "Now get off with you! This is a party and I had better see you smiling!" He growled at her threateningly. One merely rolled her eyes and, giving her father a quick kiss on the check, went off to do as he said and have a goodtime.

"Alright. You can have your way." Vanora said with a slight smile as she watched One walk off happily towards the feast to partake in the festivities.

"Whazzat?" Bors asked frowning thoughtfully.

"I'll marry you after all." She replied. Bors was about to go off on a rant about 'how she had damn well better!' and 'what made her think he wanted to get married anymore?' when he saw the almost nervous stance that Vanora was standing in. It made him think of the first time she had been his. She was alone, pregnant with One by Lancelot, and not really sure what to expect of him.

His heart melted at the thought that his woman, who he had been with from almost the beginning of his time here, still had insecurities about their relationship. Heaven knows he had tried to squash that. He thought that he had succeeded years ago, but now he knew that they had really just been buried deeply inside her. It probably hadn't helped anything when he had ridden off two years to fight with Arthur at Badon Hill. So, he swallowed his sharp tirade and just smiled at her. The first real smile she had seen on him all day long.

"Good."

They stood there just looking at each other for a little bit. Vanora uncharacteristically shy and Bors uncharacteristically quiet. Then, as though they were reading from some unseen book, they both said at the same time:

"I love you."

Laughing together, they rejoined the party and when Bors bellowed out that he and Vanora were getting married a loud cheer went up among the crowd. Arthur was even seen wiping a tear out of the corner of his eye at the good news.

Bors was so happy he didn't even call Arthur a pansy.

End of the Movie +3 years: Bors & Vanora

"I can't believe that it took them a whole year to plan their wedding." Elspeth said with a sigh to Valeria as they watched Vanora and Bors get married. Valeria laughed quietly bouncing the baby in her arms to soothe him.

"Well, Vanora decided that she wanted roses and you know better than anyone that you do not get between a bride and the type of flowers that she wants at her wedding!" Valeria laughed as Elspeth blushed. Elspeth herself had wanted a certain type of wild bloom that peaked in late June up at Hadrian's Wall. She had been adamant, as Galahad had found out when he suggested that they 'just get married right away'. Although, she had later forgiven him when she realized that he was just worried she would change her mind.

"Give him to me." Elspeth said with a half-smile as she took the baby from her friend. She was pleased when Krispin immediately stopped crying.

"Looks like he just wanted his mama." Valeria said with a smile. Her attention was quickly pulled away though as her youngest, Morwen, a tall three year old wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and leaned into her side. Elspeth chuckled and both women grinned at each other. Their attention was momentarily taken by both of their husbands who were whispering together like little girls. Both women looked at each other with a touch of exasperation.

"I say that we make a pact here and now." Elspeth said after a brief pause.

"Yes?" Valeria asked.

"Yes. We need to make sure that Gawain and Galahad don't drink too much at the feast." Elspeth replied with a sigh.

"Ugh! You're right. I don't think I can take a repeat of my wedding day." Valeria said with a slight smile.

"I don't know. Your wedding day was pretty memorable." Elspeth said with a smile of her own. Valeria nudged her side- carefully so not to disturb the baby.

"That's just because Galahad finally admitted his feelings to you." Elspeth blushed.

Valeria couldn't help but smile at Gawain and Galahad as they sang some old Sarmatian wedding song at the top of their lungs. She winced as they hit an off note. Very out of tune at the top of their lungs, she mentally corrected herself. Looking around, she was pleased to note that everyone seemed to be having a good time. Even Arthur could be seen smiling! Elspeth sat down with a long-suffering sigh beside her, holding a sleeping Morwen in her arms. Valeria laughed at the annoyed look her old friend gave Galahad.

"Now Elspeth, you know how Gawain and Galahad are once they are in their cups." Valeria chided. Both women shared a long-suffering look before giggling.

"Aye. I just thought-" Elspeth broke off, turning her head away.

"What?" Valeria asked. Elspeth was one who rarely let her softer emotions surface and when she did, she was often more vulnerable than even she herself knew. Valeria had found, as their friendship had flourished at the Wall, that the best way to treat her when she got into these moods was with calm and compassionate understanding. Much as she would with Felix when he hurt himself, although she was sure Elspeth would scoff at the comparison.

"I had just hoped that Galahad would like to dance with me." She said in a slightly mournful voice eyeing the floor where many couples were dancing.

Valeria paused before answering. Elspeth and Galahad had a rather complicated relationship. Upon first arriving at the Wall, Galahad had become rather struck with Elspeth and consequently had been unable to speak a coherent word before her; much to Gawain's own amusement. As a result, Elspeth had thought very little of Galahad while he had merely fallen more and more in love with her. The fact that Elspeth had been in a "relationship" with Lancelot at the time only made it worse.

When Elspeth had finally broken free of the dark knight's spell, she and Galahad had developed a tentative friendship. But, it had never seemed to develop into more than friendship. Valeria knew that Galahad still harbored very serious feelings for Elspeth but was afraid of her rejection. She was unsure what Elspeth's feelings were and had been hesitant to ask as Elspeth was usually rather guarded about her innermost feelings. However, Valeria thought with a smile, today was her wedding day and no one would gainsay her today!

"Do you feel more than just friendly feelings for Galahad, Elspeth?" Valeria asked, taking Morwen into her own arms. Elspeth looked at Valeria a bit shocked. Valeria had never come out and just asked her something like that before, knowing that no matter what an uncaring front she put up, inside she was rather delicate. Seeing her friend's understanding smile, Elspeth blew out a breath and blushed a bit.

"Aye." She leaned closer to Valeria, her eyes flickering over to where Gawain and Galahad still sang that silly song. Loudly and horribly. "I fear that I am very deeply in love with him." She confided then rolled her eyes as Galahad fell over and Gawain laughed at his friend before reaching down to pull Galahad roughly to his feet. "The idiot."

Both women giggled a bit before Valeria, feeling very emboldened by her own wine and happiness stood up abruptly and moved the short distance to where her husband and his best friend were standing, giving Elspeth a look which her friend didn't understand.

"Gawain, come. We must dance." Valeria said shoving Morwen at a startled Galahad and giving him a look that said if he dropped the baby, he would pay for it later. Galahad quickly sat down not trusting his own balance as Gawain was led off by his petite wife to the dance floor. Gawain gave a bemused look over his shoulder at his friend and shrugged one shoulder as an excuse for his abrupt departure, but Galahad could see how happy Gawain was to be following his wife out to the dance floor.

"I can take her if you'd like." He heard from his side and turned to see Elspeth sitting beside him. Elspeth with a curiously shy expression on her face. He couldn't help but stare at her and she blushed. "I know how nervous you are with babies." She added when didn't answer and continued to stare at her.

"Err…" Galahad couldn't think of anything to say. He saw Elspeth's face fall a little and blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "Would you like to dance?" Elspeth laughed a little and Galahad blushed, causing her heart to turn over. When had she thought him pathetic? He was the sweetest man she had ever met!

"Do you think Morwen is up to it?" She asked smiling as she saw Galahad open his mouth to apologize or stammer some other sort of excuse. His mouth snapped shut and he looked at her curiously. He looked down at Morwen, the sweetest of all the babies he had been forced to hold by both Bors and Gawain. Thankfully, she was asleep and not squirming.

"I think…" He trailed off and looked at Elspeth with his heart in his eyes. He cleared his throat and started again. "I think that if you hold her, I could hold you both very well." He blushed bright red but Elspeth merely smiled at him, much to his relief.

"I think that sounds lovely." She answered, slowly easing baby Morwen from his arms and into her own.

"Do you truly?" Galahad asked somewhat astonished. Although they had developed a strong friendship over the intervening years, he had remained too shy to open up to her about the depth of his feelings for her.

"Does that surprise you?" She murmured standing up with Morwen cradled closely to her chest.

"Yes it does." Galahad replied frankly as he stood. He wasn't much taller than Elspeth, but she still had to tilt her head up to look into his eyes. Swallowing, Galahad took Gawain's advice- life was too short to waste not letting people that you loved know that you loved them. "I- I admit I have been wanting that for time."

"Me too." Elspeth said quietly, her eyes glancing down to the floor. Galahad took courage in her response. Suddenly feeling very sober, he burned to tell her of his heart. Valeria had said long ago that Elspeth was at her most vulnerable when she spoke quietly and couldn't meet your eyes. He could hold back no longer.

"Elspeth, you must know that I have loved you for many years." Her eyes flew to his face, wide with her surprise.

"You do?"

"Aye." He said giving her a hesitant smile and was relieved when she returned it with a shy smile of her own. He leaned over and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. When he pulled back, he could see that she was grinning.

"I have loved you- for longer I think than I realized it myself." She looped her free arm around his neck and pulled him in for a more passionate kiss. They pulled away breathless and gazed into each other's eyes, an understanding passing between them of the depth of each other's feelings. The moment was broken by Morwen's soft mewl from her place cradled in Elspeth's arms. "She is truly the sweetest of them all."

"Any other baby probably would've put up a fuss and not let us talk like this." Galahad answered, remembering watching over Gawain's and Bors' children in the past.

"Our lucky charm then." Elspeth said with a smile. Galahad nodded before putting an arm around her.

"Come, let's dance. The three of us." He said and Elspeth couldn't help but smile. It might not have been love at first sight for her, but she knew that what she shared with Galahad was something that would endure the test of time.

"Well, it was a little hard to believe." Elspeth said after they both relived the event in their mind's eye.

"Not really." Valeria, an ever-loyal friend supplied, causing Elspeth to blush again. They watched the ceremony in silence once more, both women pleased for Bors and Vanora. Soon the ceremony was over and the feast began.

The feast started out like many another. The main difference was every now and again someone would stand and propose a toast to the happy couple. As the night went on and everyone began drinking more and more, the toasts became a bit more bawdy; some even brought up events from long past years and mentioned long ago knights. It made for an unusual mood in the hall- part high revelry and celebration and part thoughtful introspection. It was then that Bors noticed One dancing with a young boy.

"What's that then?!" Bors asked loudly, gesturing over at his oldest. Thankfully, everyone else was loud and only those closest to Bors- Vanora, Gawain, Valeria, and Elspeth- heard his outburst.

"Looks like dancing." Elspeth said with a bit of smile at Krispin who was looking around the feast as though shocked at how badly the adults were behaving. Bors grunted in return.

"What's she doing dancing with that yance?" He grunted.

"What's this then?" Galahad asked making his way over to the table. He gave Elspeth a smacking kiss on the cheek, tickled Krispin under his chin, and then collapsed on a chair next to his wife and son.

"That nancy boy dancing with my daughter." Bors said and went to get up, only to be held down by Vanora. Bors gave her a betrayed look and Vanora rolled her eyes at her new husband.

"He's a fine lad and he's been pining after One for some time now." Vanora replied raising a brow. Bors merely grumbled in reply.

"I don't know…he looks shifty." Gawain put in where he sat looking over at One and her admirer. Now it was Valeria's turn to roll her eyes.

"You two leave her alone." She said with a slight grin at Bors' and Gawain's affronted looks. "He's a perfectly nice boy. And he made me a very nice pot the other week."

"But a blacksmith's apprentice?" Galahad asked with a skeptical look. "I always thought that One would want a warrior."

"I think that One just wants someone who can keep up with her!" Vanora said smiling as she watched her daughter dance around the floor. Being the oldest of all the children and often tasked with watching after the younger ones, One had grown to be a mature and beautiful young lady. Now, nearing seventeen, she had little patience with those who did not have strong opinions or shirked their responsibilities.

Bors, Gawain, and Galahad ignored their women and left to get more drinks. Their wives all rolled their eyes at their backs and watched as their men started drinking in earnest.

"They'll have to accept it at some point," Vanora said with a smile as she tickled Krispin. "These children are going to grow up and they will have lives and loves of their own."

"Yes, I just think they wanted to hold it off as long as possible." Valeria said sending a fond, if a bit exasperated smile at Gawain. Her husband seemed to be intent on drinking as much ale as possible as he watched his own daughters, only five and three years old respectively, as though they were about to announce they were running off to marry some Saxon warrior. The women did the only sensible thing they could do in such a situation- they ignored their husbands' immature pouting and had a good time with each other. Before long, the feast was ending and it was time for them to go home.

"Well, I suppose our pact was for naught." Elspeth said with a sigh, adjusting Krispin on her lap and watching as her husband drunkenly sang some song or other in Sarmatian with Bors at his side, the groom's head propped up on his arm and mumbling along. Valeria snorted a bit as she tried to heft Morwen and saw Gawain, head down on a table, snoring, with some sort of gravy tangled in his long hair.

"We should've known it'd be impossible to stop them once we saw One with that boy." Both women rolled their eyes. "Who would've thought that our brave Sarmatian knights feared the thought of their precious babies getting married so much?"

"I don't think it's so much the getting married part..." Elspeth trailed off raising her eyebrows. Both women chuckled a bit.

"Well, all I know is that Gawain had better wash that hair out before he comes home tomorrow." Valeria said finally getting a good handle on Morwen and nodding to a sleepy looking Lucan who was holding hands with Felix and Lucia ready to lead them back to their house.

"And Galahad had better come home tonight if he knows what good for him!" Elspeth said raising her voice so her husband could hear her. The only reply she got was a slight pause in the singing. Both women sighed before heading out into the night.

Tonight- tonight was over. The revelry surrounding Bors and Vanora finally getting married had just started to wind down. Now all the original knights still living were married. It seemed like tomorrow would dawn on a completely new era of life at the Wall. Now their children were novices in battle and would have to eke out a new existence on the Island. Both women passed One who was sitting up and talking animatedly to Duncan, the blacksmith's apprentice, seemingly unaware of the late hour. As they walked up the path towards their houses, they exchanged smiles and went on their way. And the world kept turning.

AN: So I did some research on weddings back in the day before publishing and found that it wasn't really until the 10th century that Christian weddings took place in a church and a priest didn't officiate until the 12th century. So I decided that having Arthur marry them would be appropriate. This is the last one that I really had a strong layout for so I probably won't update this story for a while...unless someone gives me a prompt :)