Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 23, 2012 14:12:30 GMT -5
Elyan slept restlessly. When they'd taken back Camelot from the witch Morgana, he'd tried to appear strong and healthy. But the truth was he was just about ready to collapse at any moment. The Nathair snakes, she'd called them, had caused him pain that he never thought could possibly be inflicted on any man. It was what he was dreaming about; the never ending pain. It was probably worse than the flames of hell itself. It was unlike any injury he'd ever acquired over the years but it was not the only thing that caused his restless slumber. He felt guilty for disclosing the information of Arthur's whereabouts. He knew they'd taken back the kingdom but he could have been the reason for Morgana finding the king. He should have been stronger, but thinking of the serpents, their bites, the searing pain from the hot poison that refused to kill him only to lead him to the edge of death; it relieved a lot of his guilt.
Elyan could faintly feel someone washing his brow, and he opened his eyes slightly to see none other than his little sister. His eyes widened almost comically when he saw her. "Gwen?" He could not help the smile that stretched across his face despite the confusion as to how she was even here. He winced as he sat up but he just had to take her in his arms and hug her to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. "How I've missed you," he whispered. He squeezed her tightly, the smile still on his face. He couldn't believe she was actually here. He let her go slightly, not wanting to stop her breathing! "But," he paused. "How come...well how come you're here?" He chuckled unable to get over the happiness and surprise that his baby sister was actually there in front of him.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 23, 2012 12:57:29 GMT -5
It had been a hard few days for Elyan and his head was killing him. It was like a brick had fallen onto it. He still felt weak and his body felt like a huge weight that he couldn't quite lift yet. He could only just vaguely hear people walking around him while he drifted in and out of a deep slumber. His mind was restless but his body was still tired like all of his energy had been drained from him, so he couldn't quite make himself wake up yet. Although flashes of the past few days still appeared in his mind. The images looked clouded like he was looking through the eyes of another, but it was probably because they were just memories, just dreams. He remembered being on lookout...and then the girl was there, Lamia...then she came up to him and...blank. He couldn't remember anything else, and it was straining his mind while he tried to remember.
He finally felt like he had enough energy to lift the imaginary weight on his eyelids. He groaned quietly as his eyes fluttered open. He winced slightly, feeling worse than he had when he was asleep. The light exposed to his eyes was the first thing he saw before he focused. Then he could see Gwen standing over him and he creased his eyebrows. "Gwen?" His voice sounded slightly hoarse from lack of use. "What's going on?" He began looking around, confused. Hadn't he been on lookout in the forest? He tried to sit up, but as soon as attempted it, the strain was too much and he fell back down. He was confused by his surroundings and really wanted to know what on earth happened and why he was in some sort of tent feeling like he'd had all his energy sucked out of him.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 23, 2012 10:24:21 GMT -5
It hadn't been a particularly hard day's training. Arthur had been surprisingly well...cheerful. He'd taken it easy on them which was an extremely rare occurrence. Actually Elyan didn't think it had ever happened before. It made him curious but at the time he'd chosen not to question it; he didn't want to jinx it. Arthur had let them off early and he knew he wasn't the only one of the knights who was shocked about that. He could just ask Gwen, she'd probably know what on earth could make Arthur that happy and where the knights could get more of it. He chuckled to himself. It wasn't very late, the sun was just beginning to set and Elyan took a moment to appreciate the sight before heading over to their home.
Gwen had told him earlier in the day to go to their house after he finished training with Arthur and the knights. It wasn't a particularly odd request, but what had been odd was how cheerful she'd been when he'd seen her, as in more happy than usual. She had been acting similarly to the way Arthur had been which made him curious. What was going on? He'd have to ask her when he got there. He finally made it to the lower towns where the house they'd lived in since they were children was. He opened the door, without the need to knock and was about to take off his cloak when he smelt food before he finally saw it. It was chicken soup seasoned with herbs that could only be found in the forests on the border the city. It was his favourite and grabbed all his attention making him almost forget what he'd wanted to ask her...almost. "Gwen, you shouldn't have." He grinned at her. "But thank you anyway." His grin hadn't subsided, it had been a while since he'd eaten his favourite meal, and his little sister always made it just the way he liked it, the way their mother used to make it. "What is this all for?" There had to be some sort of special occasion.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 21, 2012 14:56:52 GMT -5
He listened to her explain what she wanted for her father, about how she did not want a sword but rather a dagger. He noticed the way she finished her explanation and realised she wanted his input. He nodded with a smile, reassuring her. A dagger was an excellent choice for a gift in his opinion, especially for a retired knight. "A wise choice, my lady." And a popular one, it seemed as well, since quite a lot of the people that had come to him had asked for daggers too.
"Quite possibly with a similar design on Sir John's sword," Ah Sir John, he'd been one of the first to come to the forge after it opened. He'd been a regular customer to his father, and was a kind man. Which is why he'd worked particularly hard on the knights sword. The design was something he'd learnt from an old man from the east he'd said, in a village somewhere in the north of the land; it had been at least two years so he couldn't really remember where. But the design had been unlike anything he'd seen before and so he'd been eager to learn and eventually use it in his forgery. "Maybe we could try something a little different, but with the same sort of style." The design on Sir John's sword had only been one of the patterns he'd been taught. "What is your father's name?" He already had a small idea brewing in his mind.
"I also wanted to ask," he began. "How exactly did you know who I was?" He did not say it in an accusatory tone, he was just genuinely curious. "Has news of my return really reached the nobles of the castle?" He jested and chuckled lightly. He didn't really believe that news of a commoner blacksmith coming back to Camelot would be the stuff of gossip among the nobles in court. He wondered if he might be prying a little too much, after all he'd only just met her and she was his customer. But he couldn't help his curiosity, which he knew would be the death of him someday. He sighed inwardly remembering his father saying those words to him.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 20, 2012 16:09:32 GMT -5
Elyan rarely intentionally got into fights. Well not quite rarely, but he didn't do it often. Well not anymore that is. He remembered Gwen used to always have to 'save him' when he was younger either way she still always thought it was his fault; which wasn't always actually true. She wouldn't always tell his father, but when he came into their home with cuts and bruises sometimes Tom would just ask Gwen because really they all knew she was a terrible liar most of the time. This time however Elyan was completely sure it wasn't his fault at all. If it was anyone's fault, it was Maria's fault, or had her name been Mary...he couldn't even quite remember, but he was sure it had started with an M. She was the one who had shamelessly flirted with him too, despite the fact that she was married to a monster.
Elyan had been caught completely off guard by the monster of punch that hit his face. He fell to the ground from the force of it. His head already spinning from the ale he'd drank, felt dizzier than ever after the collision. He vaguely concentrated on Gwaine's horrible attempt at trying to defend him and soon enough said knight was on the floor next to him with but an 'Ow' escaping his mouth. "You asked him to apologise? Seriously?!" He kept his voice low, but couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Gwaine slightly. He sighed and chanced a look up in the general direction of the half monster half man. He still looked particularly angry and the look on his face meant he wasn't quite finished yet. He looked back at Gwaine again, already knowing a black eye was bound to appear, which would still show despite his dark complexion. Gwen was bound to notice it next time he saw her. "Do you think we could take him?" He asked. It was their only option really, but he still asked. On his own and without a weapon, Elyan knew he wouldn't have a snowballs chance. But now Gwaine was here to back him, they might have a chance to finish this once and for all. It was after all just a colossal misunderstanding.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 20, 2012 15:28:54 GMT -5
Elyan did not even begin to suspect that Caitrin had any magic in her. Otherwise she would not have come to Camelot where people who even assisted sorcerers were punished. Of course it was not quite the same as Uther's rule where anyone who was suspected of sorcery or assisting sorcerer's were killed without a second thought no matter if they were innocent or not. Like his sister almost had been and like his father was. He felt the embers of anger in the core of his stomach. It did not burn like it had when he'd learned the exact circumstances of his father's death. He wasn't even sure what he'd been more angry at; Uther for executing an innocent man, the sorcerer who'd gotten his father into the mess in the first place, or himself who could have prevented it from ever happening if he hadn't been so selfish and left his family to fend for themselves. He sighed, there was no point dwelling on the guilt that would probably never quite leave him again. “I doubt there is anyone left in Camelot with sorcery.” He raised an eyebrow in thought. "I'm not quite so sure about that," he contemplated. "For a kingdom that has banned magic on pain of death, there are a surprisingly substantial amount of sorcerers that either attack or are still lingering." He didn't think it was very smart idea for a powerful sorcerer to stay in a kingdom that would have them killed.
After she drank the water she did look a little better, but not by much. She looked in pain and Elyan was almost worried that she might even be in labour; after all she did look large enough. But he wasn't at all experienced in that sort of thing. What if there was something wrong? Elyan began panicking. “Thank you, I think it’s just what I needed.” He was slightly relieved to hear that and raised his eyebrows when she downed most of the pitcher. Wow, she must have been very thirsty. He was still concerned for her though. He felt a little sad that she might be leaving him soon but maybe she was right. Maybe a lie down would be exactly what she needed...maybe. But what if there really was something wrong with her, or god forbid the baby. He couldn't just let her go like this, could he? "Of course, but I really think it would be a good idea to go and see Gaius, just in case there's anything wrong." She had looked like she was in pain. "I mean...you're not in labour are you?" No, that was something they'd definitely have to go to Gaius for.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 19, 2012 15:15:48 GMT -5
Elyan was in his father's forge, or rather his forge now. It would no doubt take a while for him to get used to that. It was odd for him to use the tools that were once used by his father, it almost felt wrong somehow, like he had no right. But what better way to celebrate the memory of his father than open his forge up once again? His sister had been happy with the idea of him opening up the forge again, probably because no one had stepped foot in it since his father's death. A time he should have been there for her and helped her through. Their relationship had been rather tense lately and it showed no sign of getting better. He sighed; he should probably just be patient, although patience was not something Elyan was ever really good at.
He'd been getting quite a lot of customers since he opened up the forge, from people who used to go to his father. But at the moment he was planning for the blunt metal in his hands to be a sword for the prince. It would be a gift or more like a thank you for saving my life. He knew it wasn't nearly enough to thank him for what he did, but it was a start. He put the metal in the flames to make it more malleable so that Elyan could mould it into the shape he wanted. It would still take a few more days before it was ready and sharp.
Hearing a cough behind him he turned around, his attention off the sword in the flames for the moment. He listened intently as she introduced herself and smiled back at her. She already knew his name it seemed. "I heard that you had opened up the forge once again and that you are very talented." He chuckled lightly at her last comment. "Well I wouldn't say very talented," he said modestly. "But I am pretty good," he jested and smiled back at her. He was still nowhere near as good as his father though and he probably never would be.
"I would of course love to make the gift for your father." It would be his honour. "What were you planning on this gift to be exactly?" A sword, a dagger, or maybe something that was not a weapon. He was still curious to how she knew about him, but then he supposed news of his return to his sister would be all around Camelot by now. But the Lady Elenora was obviously a noble, so he wondered how the news might have gotten to her. After his revelation of how close his sister had gotten to the prince, he supposed it wasn't such an outrageous thought after all.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 17, 2012 12:06:40 GMT -5
Elyan was already beginning to formulate an escape plan. It was his only chance of survival...unless he chose to fight. Looking at the extremely large man, and noticing the fuzziness clouding his mind from one too many drinks, he knew fighting probably wasn't the best option. They could just shuffle along, it's not like anyone would notice in the noisy room, until they got to the door, then they could flee in hopes that they weren't seen. It wasn't a particularly great plan but it was all he had under the circumstances. “Was she beautiful?” He rolled his eyes at Gwaine's comment. Now really wasn't the time to discuss whether the ten foot man's wife was attractive or not. Even though she actually was quite beautiful. No, they should be escaping so that Elyan wouldn't die tonight. He knew he was just dragging Gwaine into something that didn't really concern him, but if this was going to turn into a fight then he needed someone on his side.
“Are you sure you didn’t do anything?” He sighed. Gwaine really wasn't helping at all with his questions. "Yes I'm sure. I didn't really do anything." Nothing to warrant an accusation of an affair. He just flirted for about five seconds and in his defence she had flirted back. Her husband just happened to come when they'd been in a rather compromising position. In fact it had been a lot more innocent than it looked. She'd gotten soot on her dress, he tried to help he clean it off. Her husband would hardly let him get two words out. "Look, we have to sneak out of here undetected. Follow me." He began shuffling over to the direction of the door, but there were too many feet in the way. They were going to have to stand up properly. He sighed and got up still keeping his head down. If only that were enough. "Oi you!" Elyan let his head drop; of course they wouldn't be able to get out. That just wasn't how his luck worked. "You're the one who was having an affair with my wife." A chorus of oohs followed. Great, now everyone thinks it was true. "That's not true. It's just a complete misunder..." Before he could continue the girl, Maria's he remembered her name, husband already through a punch in Elyan's direction while he'd been unprepared.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 16, 2012 3:51:53 GMT -5
“What on earth are you going on about?” Weren't his words clear? There wasn't really all that much that needed to be understood. The big scary man over there wants Elyan dead. That was the most important part and Gwaine didn't really need to know why. Elyan leaned up slightly and risked looking in the man's direction. Thankfully his head had been turned the other way. Elyan could still see that unnerving murderous look in his eyes. He might be a little over dramatic about that but he wasn't exaggerating at all when he said the man wanted to kill him. He had made that very clear indeed, Elyan cringed. He sighed, why was it always him that got into these messy situations? What had he done that was so bad that he'd been cursed with the horrid ability to attract trouble. He should just never talk to girls if there was risk that they were married to men with such hot tempers.
“He doesn’t look that bad.” He creased his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at Gwaine. "Not that bad? Look at the size of him. He's practically a monster." A slight exaggeration, but he was still really big. He sighed deciding he might as well let Gwaine know why they were now crouched on the floor. "Look, that...man basically wants my head," detached from his body. "For reasons of no fault of my own by the way. But he basically thinks...I was having a torrid affair with his wife." They were just flirting, it had been nothing more. But despite his protests when he had been in the process of legging it out of his own forge, the man hadn't believed him for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that at the time the man had been a raving lunatic. "Which isn't true by the way," he clarified. He didn't want Gwaine getting the wrong impression.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 14, 2012 16:03:19 GMT -5
It had been a complete misunderstanding. It wasn't even Elyan's fault despite what anyone may say. He'd just been at his forge on a completely normal day. He had been fashioning a horse shoe for one of the nobles and was almost finished when a women; a very attractive woman barged into his forge. He was about to tell her to leave before he saw her. Long brown wavy locks of hair and big brown eyes. He was still a man after all. She'd batted her eyes at him and told him she wanted a new dagger to be made for her and that she didn't want to go to the royal blacksmith. It was an odd request from such a petite young woman but he of course obliged. He started lightly flirting with her and to his luck she had actually flirted back. At that point Elyan had thought it was a very good day. That's probably what jinxed it. The man sitting away from where Elyan and Gwaine were crouching had in fact been her husband. Apparently he had been looking for her and when he found her in the forge with Elyan...and he'd gotten the wrong idea. Basically...Elyan had never thought he'd have to escape his own forge and run out the back door as fast as his legs could carry him.
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head when he realised Gwaine was upset about Elyan spilling his ale. That was hardly the most important matter. Elyan just wanted to stay alive and not get clobbered by a man twice his size who had threatened to wring his neck the next time he saw him. Elyan quite liked his neck and vowed to himself that he'd do all that was possible on God's green earth to avoid him. “What’s got into you?”He rolled his eyes and gestured with his head to the man in question. It was too risky to point. "You see that man over there drinking on the side." With muscles just as big or even bigger than Percival's. "Yeah let's just say he and I aren't really on the best of terms." That was one way of putting it. Another way would be that he wanted nothing more than to gruesomely kill Elyan for something that wasn't really his fault.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 14, 2012 15:20:51 GMT -5
At Gwaine's shrug, Elyan merely sighed. Now what? He looked over at Gwaine when he spoke and before he could answer he was being dragged toward a bar. He knew he shouldn't, but a drink would probably do him good. After all Gwaine was buying anyway. It would be absolutely rude of him to pass up an opportunity like this. How many drinks had he already had tonight, two or three? He couldn't really remember, but he knew if he drank anymore he probably wouldn't remember the rest of the night either. Never the less he accepted the ale from Gwaine, he wasn't exactly going to turn it down. He could already begin to feel a fuzziness cloud his mind. That was never a good sign and he really didn't want to make a fool of himself.
“Well, what do you think of it all?” Elyan chuckled. He had seen this type of thing before on his travels. Heck, he'd been a part of it. But after the recent circumstances and coming back to Camelot, he'd finally decided to be responsible for both himself and Gwen. After he'd let her down so much before, he really didn't want to disappoint her again. So it had been quite a while since he'd been in a place like this, and even longer since he'd danced quite like the people he and Gwaine were watching now. "It's incredible," he said without really thinking. He watched a scrawny little man attempt to lift a girl about twice his size and he couldn't help but laugh at the fact that after the failed attempt she'd decided to lift him up in the same manner. "It's been a while," he let his voice trail off.
He began looking around the room with a light smile when his face suddenly dropped. Was that...NO! He grabbed Gwaine's arm and ducked down with wide eyes. "Shh," he whispered at Gwaine. Elyan turned around and stared at the very large and very scary man at the opposite side of the room with a drink in his hand. He stayed down.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 14, 2012 10:21:38 GMT -5
Elyan breathed a sigh of relief at Percival's answer. He knew it was very unlikely but he was hoping they wouldn't have to face the deathly creatures. Who would want to encounter such a thing? He was terrified already and his palms were still aching from how tight he was holding the torch in his hands. But he refused to loosen them no matter how much his hands screamed in protest. You could never be too prepared, and in this case he had to be prepared for the worse. He wasn't just responsible for his own life, but for the lives of his fellow knights, his fellow brothers. He needed to watch their backs just as he needed them to watch his. He couldn't afford to be weakened by fear for their sakes as well as his.
He attempted to smile at Percival though it came out a bit strained. As they walked back to re-join the group he felt slightly safer at having more people around. Being alone with these creatures roaming the streets was a danger in itself. He walked up to the head of the band of knights and began to lead them. He no longer wanted to walk behind the knights, and decided it was probably better to be at the front. Though it had a higher risk of being attacked by the creatures from hell itself, it was a better vantage point to see better, if there were any people who hadn't found sanctuary in the castle yet. He swiped his torch every time they turned a corner, in fear that there would be something there.
He kept himself on red alert and looked in every direction afraid that they'd sneak up on him. As he looked around he noticed there was a knight missing from their group. Percival. He creased his eyebrows in confusion. Where had he gone? This place was no longer safe to be alone, and if Percival had wondered off or found something he'd probably need help. He turned toward the knight behind him. "Sir Edward, lead the group and take anyone you find back to the castle." The other knight nodded at his order and Elyan walked back in the opposite direction that they'd came from with his torch still in his hands, ready for whatever would come at him.
He rounded a corner and saw Percival emerge from the side of the street with not one but three children in his arms. Elyan felt a shiver go down his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when he heard an inhuman scream. The dorocha. It was heading toward Percival and the children. His eyes widened and he began to run to help. There was no time to think or be afraid, he had to act. There were four lives at stake. At the last second he jumped with the torch in hand and swiped at the spirit. For a split second he was afraid the torch wouldn't work. But as he watched it disappear he swiped at the air again, just in case. He gulped down and turned around to face Percival with wide eyes. Never had he been so terrified in his life. He was still breathing heavily. When he snapped out of it, he realised Percival was still holding the three children. He held out an arm, the one without the torch in. "Here, I'll take one, but we have to get out of here quick." Another monster could come back again and they might not be so lucky this time.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 12, 2012 14:31:19 GMT -5
Elyan didn't think Gwen really liked the idea of servants waiting on her hand and foot. She had of course been in that position once, which he knew she was most definitely not ashamed about. It just gave her perspective that none of the others nobles had, not even Arthur. She had been born and raised on the other side so she understood them like no other. It's what made her such a great queen and why Elyan was so proud of her. He chuckled at her words of how it was odd for Gwen as queen to not have many servants. "Well the fact that she is queen is quite unusual and remarkable in itself," he smiled at her. He chuckled at her next words. "Can't say I don't agree," he teased. Some ladies needed maids to do even menial tasks for them, simply because they couldn't do it themselves. He doubted the Lady Caitrin was like that, she seemed like a pretty strong women even in her current state.
Elyan still felt bad for making her feel so uncomfortable. Judging by the way she was breathing she almost looked ill. He did not think the thought of magic could make someone so...well flustered for fail of a better word. As she spoke on about Mercia's stance on magic he closed his eyes for a moment in realisation. Ah, so it was not that she despised magic. "Oh right, no it was I who brought up the subject anyway, and you needn't worry about what you say here," he smiled weakly at her, he wasn't going to throw her in the dungeons just for speaking about sorcery. "I mean it's not like you actually have magic," he chuckled disbelievingly. He knew Camelot was not a particularly good place to even speak of such a thing and to be honest Elyan wasn't quite sure of what he thought of magic, since it had been a big part of the reason his father died. But after the recent somewhat agreement with the druids, which he had sort of been a part of and would not be forgetting any time soon, maybe Camelot's views on magic were relaxing under Arthur's rule.
“Only if it is not too much trouble?” He smiled and shook his head at her inquiry. "No, not at all. I'll only be a moment." He got up from the bench and began walking towards the well. It wasn't a long walk but he still hastened his pace to get there, Caitrin did look rather ill. Once he finally got there he found a pitcher by the well and poured some water until it was full. The water was rather cold since it was night but he hoped she wouldn't mind. He made his way back to the gardens again and all but jogged toward her with the pitcher in hand. "Here." he handed the water to her for her to take. "It's a bit cold though," he said apologetically, maybe pregnant women were only meant to have warm water; he really had no idea about this kind of stuff. "If you want it warmed I can heat it down in the kitchen for you, it's really no trouble."
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 11, 2012 16:48:28 GMT -5
He smiled at Caitrin when she mentioned that she didn't much like gardening either. That was something they had in common. He probably didn't like it because he just didn't have the patience for it. He wouldn't be able to care for one flower until it bloomed let alone a whole garden. Gwen was so much more patient than him. “I suppose she’ll have servants to tend the gardens now for her?” He chuckled at that. "I don't think so, she'd let them help maybe but she wouldn't let them do it for her." Gwen loved flowers, so she would want to tend to them herself. "She likes to do most things herself, so I doubt she'll be using many servants at all." Gwen was a very independent person, she'd always been the one that cooked and cleaned at home for him and his father. He doubted she'd be that different just because she was now queen.
When he watched her reaction he instantly regretted his words. Magic was a very unspoken subject; practically forbiddon. He had been foolish to speak of it to her. “I’m sorry if I offended you sir.” He shook his head, hating the formality now in her tone. "No, no of course not." As she continued he realised he must have offended her, and also the way she was brought up. He kicked himself inwardly and silently sighed. He was such an idiot. "That's...that's not what I meant," he sighed. He'd just said the first thing that had popped into his head and didn't think. "I'm sorry if I offended you for speaking about such a thing." He saw her getting increasingly uncomfortable and felt even worse and guiltier for not shutting his mouth when he should have. She was a noble for goodness sake; she probably despised magic like most of the nobles in court usually did. That was no doubt the reason to way she was getting so uncomfortable, it was his fault. “I don’t think anything will settle this one tonight.” He sighed and half smiled at her, just stopping himself from saying 'I'm sorry it's probably my fault for not keeping my stupid mouth shut.' He was afraid that she might in pain and yet there was nothing he could do about it. "Would you like some water?" He had no idea if it would help. "I could quickly run down to the well and get some," he offered.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 11, 2012 16:24:02 GMT -5
He felt instantly relieved when Gwaine pulled him away from the dark-haired girl. He gave him a look of thanks before looking back and seeing the barmaid had already found a new partner to dance with. He wasn't sure whether to feel slightly insulted or not that she had found another person to dance with so quickly after him. Then again practically everyone here was more or less thoroughly drunk so there really was no point in being offended at all. He decided maybe it would be better for him to just stick with Gwaine, at least that way he wouldn't be dragged to dance around the room by a complete stranger. He chuckled at Gwaine's words but still silently agreed. He wasn't the ladies' man Gwaine obviously was, he didn't even really know what his taste actually was come to think of it.
“Come on, we should join in the dance.” He looked over at Gwaine reluctantly. He'd known, in a room like this, sticking to the side lines and watching wasn't really a possibility. That had been demonstrated by the fact a complete stranger had danced with him not 5 seconds after he'd walked through the door. Dancing in this place was an inevitability but he'd been hoping he could hold out just a little longer. He grabbed a drink from a tray left on a table behind him and gulped down half of it. He swayed again and knew it was a bad idea. If past experience had taught him anything it was that a drunken Elyan was never a good thing. It seemed he never really learnt his lesson as he drank the rest. It was the only thing that would give him the confidence though. He let out a sigh, making sure it was loud enough for Gwaine to hear even through the loud music before he paused. "How do I actually...join in the dance?" He couldn't just jump in could he? He didn't think he was quite drunk enough to just randomly start dancing in the middle of the room.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 11, 2012 16:02:39 GMT -5
The knights of Camelot where the most noble army across the lands, Elyan and he was sure almost everybody knew that. He refused though, to be the weak link in the chain. He wouldn't let all of Camelot down by having any sort of weakness. That's why he was so fiercely loyal to her, she was his home and he would protect Camelot like anyone else would protect their home. It was his duty as a citizen of Camelot. He knew Iwan probably thought his less than noble blood was a weakness but obviously Elyan didn't believe that for a second. Having noble blood and having a noble heart were completely different things and he honestly believed only the latter should really be important in choosing knights. After all the many of the knights who fought by Arthur's side weren't nobles and yet they were willing to die for him. So wasn't this one rule that could just be overlooked, after everything? Maybe not to Iwan, it seemed, and many others too. In time, he thought, in time they'd come round and understand.
He grinned when Iwan mentioned their next destination. "Of course, a couple of the weapons in there are my handiwork," he said with a proud face. A couple of the knights, mostly the people he had fought with against Morgana, had requested he make their weapons rather than the royal blacksmith. It had been a huge honour of course and now they kept a couple of the weapons he made in the armoury. He used to sneak in there as a child and admire the art of the weapons, they weren't as good as his fathers of course though, he thought with a chuckle. Oh the amount of times he'd get in trouble for hiding behind a rack of silver swords. But that never stopped him from returning to get another look. He used to smile at the thought of his weapons being in the royal armoury, and now they were he could hardly believe it. He had, though, forgotten to mention that he was a blacksmith to Sir Iwan after being so caught up in the pride he felt at achieving the honour of having his handiwork on display in the armoury.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Apr 10, 2012 16:42:36 GMT -5
He was enjoying joking with Caitrin, as a smile stretched across his face. He had no doubt her child would be a wonderful, little miracle. Although, judging by what Caitrin was saying about being a bit of a trouble maker in her youth, he didn't doubt that her child would most probably inherit that trait. “Though I wouldn’t want them to be perfect either.” He completely agreed. There was no such thing as a perfect child, that would be horrible. Children, and people in general just weren't meant to be perfect. They should have their own personalities and make their own mistakes, otherwise how would they become stronger as people. Children were still perfect in their parents eyes though...at least for the first day or two after being born, he thought with a smile.
“We’ll just tell him that it is perfect.” He chuckled. "Smart idea," he grinned at her. He doubted the gardener would quite have the same views that he and Caitrin shared about what perfection really was. Everyone was still entitled to their own opinions though right? So he would respect that, like the gentleman he was. It had absolutely nothing to do with the extremely threatening rakes that the gardeners seemed to have with them all the time. "I'm not really one for gardening though," he smiled. "That was always Gwen's speciality." He hardly knew the names of most of the flowers here. Gwen probably would, he thought with a smile. She got that from their mother.
He quite liked the idea of being sent a sign from the beyond. He sighed thinking of his parents; it was probably naive of him to think that the impossible light was from them. But it was almost like a reassurance that there is something on the other side. That after death there isn't just nothingness, there is something more, something that will forever remain a mystery to the living at least. “Why, do you not believe in such things?” He looked over to her and gave her a small smile. "I'd like to," he began. He was afraid to hope for such a thing, as a sign from the long since passed. "But sometimes I fear it may be a little too close to magic," he confessed. He rarely talked about sorcery, but then again no one spoke about it.
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