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woke up the next day to the warm smell of leather, horse and spices. Savoring the warm feel which surrounded me, I snuggled further into my strong yet accommodating pillow; I was reluctant to snap out of my sleep. That was at least until my pillow moved.

My eyes snapped open to come to face with Gawain's chest. Slowly looking up to his face I noticed that he was still sleeping lightly. I moved my hand higher up his chest, gently stroking it I gazed up at his face, and just enjoyed this rare and peaceful moment, wishing that it could last forever. However, it was not meant to be.

"Seize him!" I heard someone yell; Not a minute later, I heard Dag struggling. I was apparently not the only one who heard the commotion, because Gawain's eyes snapped open he shoved my hand away. We both leapt to our feet, and made our way to Adrian and Flecha.

Luthien's P.O.V -

I woke up to the sound of Dag yelling and struggling for his life. Not wasting a minute, I got up and made my way over to see what was happening. I was met with a heart-stopping sight: there was the man that had been so kind to me, facing potential death with four Roman soldiers surrounding him.

Without thinking I launched myself onto on of the Romans' backs and began strangling him, anything to be able to distract them from the man whom I had come to love.

As I tried to distract them from Dag, I was careless and felt the man I was strangling grab hold of my neck and throw me over his head.

The pain that shot through my neck was unbearable. I looked up to the Roman to see him raising his sword ready to slice me into shish kebab. However, before the sword could come down, I saw a dagger lodge into his neck, and with a gurgling sound he fell back dead. I looked around for the source of the dagger and saw Dag hunched over in a throwing position.

Our eyes met and I saw concern in his eyes and something else that could easily be mistaken for love. I was ripped from my thoughts when the fat Roman commanded his men to kill Dagonet. "NOOO!!" I screamed seeing the arrows notched in the Romans' bows. Hauling myself to my feet I threw myself in front of Dagonet, attempting to shield him from harm.

Just before the fat Roman could utter another command there was an arrow, flying through the air in another direction, and lodging itself in the fat Roman's chest. Both me and Dag looked to the source of the arrow and saw Guinevere; She was soon followed by my brother, who looked at us with an expression I could not place.

Normal P.O.V -

As Gawain, Galahad and I rode up to the scene, we were met by the sight of Lucan clinging onto Dag's leg and Luthien standing in front of Dag with her arms wrapped around him, it was both a confusing and impressive sight.

Before I had the time to process what I was seeing, we heard Bors charging out of the forest with a battle cry and coming right up next to the Romans. "Do we have a problem?" he asked, urging Black Bird into the Romans in order to emphasize his point.

At that point Arthur also came out of the bushes with his sword drawn.

"You have a choice: you either help or you die," he stated in a commanding voice that left no room for argument.

"Drop your weapons!" one of the Romans, one who had a brain, commanded.

"YEAH!!" shouted Dagonet as he leaned forward in a threatening way, causing Luthien to stumble forward a bit.

When the Romans hesitated to follow their leader's command he spoke again. "DO IT!!" he yelled.

All at once they threw down their weapons and stepped back.

Luthien's P.O.V –

As the soldiers put down their weapons, I slowly unwrapped my arms from around Dag and stepped away from him.

I heard a horse coming our way and looked up, to see the Scout coming back with a cross bow.

"How many did you kill?" Bors asked.

"Four," replied the scout.

"Not a bad start to the day," Bors replied with a laugh.

The scout threw the armor piercing at Arthur's feet. "Armor piercing; they're close, we have no time," he informed him.

"Tristan, You ride ahead," Arthur commanded him, who before leaving, spared a glance at me, then turned around and left.

"Everyone else, pack your things and move out!" Arthur instructed.

I felt two strong arms on my shoulder, and looked up to see Dag, "Come on, lets get you back to the wagon," he said, picking Lucan up. We began making our way back to the wagon: Once we were there, he lay Lucan down on the rugs. I sat down by the entrance, from where I watched him get on his horse and ride ahead in front of the caravan.