A Middle Ages Night Trip...

I think the most amusing thing about this one is the fact that all of the dialogue was an actual conversation over IM... So yeah, changed the IM names to my username on here and my boyfriend's to one of his nicknames to protect... me. And him.



A Middle Ages Night Trip...

A young and handsome knight returned slowly from his post towards his room. He noted, much to his dismay, that in a few hours he would be forced to rise and report again. Exhausted, he trudged through the castle as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake any of the number of men who slept at the edges of the hallways due to the lack of rooms available at the time.

He was just rounding the corner to approach the place where he normally rest when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a pink and white dress. He smiled, knowing that the young maiden whom he'd pledged himself to within the past month was also up at this ungodly hour. He opened the semi-open door enough to get through in his armor, and approached her as she stood on the balchony, looking at the moon and stars.

She heard him approach and turned slighly to see whom it was, and smiled to see that it was Sir Jorell whom approached her. She greeted him, and invited him to talk with her, and talk they did, for quite some time. Yet the maiden soon became aware of his duties the next morning, and begged forgiveness for keeping him up so late. Yet he told her to think nothing of it, and stood to head back inside once more.

"Good night, my dear, sweet knight." she told him as he passed. "Pleasant travels in the land of dreams."

"Thank you, milady." he replied. "Though my head is a place that would daunt even my courage sometimes..."

"Nay, speak not such falsehoods, yet believe in the kindness and courage that dwells in your heart, for I have seen it."

"Then pray that what lurks in my mind's dreamscape is naught but pleasantries, and not the sort of carnage, strife and mayhem that could find both mine heart and spirit wanting..." With a pause, he added with caution, "...Perhaps, milady wishes I encounter her there, and not some horrors, to which I'd grown accustomed..."

The maiden smiled softly with a light in her eyes that he had rarely seen in her- hope. "Pray, yes, but only if thou wilst allow it. I dare not ask thee for such company unless thou art willing. I, too, have dreaded the very land which you seek to travel for too long, and verily I have found myself fighting off such demons as thee describe..."

Sir Jorell scoffed slightly."Surely milady jests, for while blows and blades bring no respite, milady's prescence alone could keep the foulest of nightmares at bay.

"Thou flatters me, but nay, I too have suffered the nightly noises and the foul, dreaded beasts which seek to do both me and mine companions harm... Yet, together, mayhap, we could travel in safety... if thou art willing."

"'Twas I who wanted to pose that we band together, and ALSO use the term mayhap... we are far too much alike, in our desires, and securities...though your words, polished as they are by the chest hairs of Thor himself, far outstrip mine..."

The maiden blushed, and shook her head. "Nay, thine words rang true like that of the purist silver far longer than mine could ever imagine. Yet hark! the hour grows late, and we both must rise before the dawn, and I before you. So pray, let us not tarry here, but move quickly before it is too late."

"To bed then... lay your head, milady, to sleep, to reconvene... in dreams." he agreed softly.

"May the spirits of both moon and stars guard you as you dream, good knight," she chanted softly as she herself rose to follow.

"When the knight nears its end, may the sun rise in my place to comfort you..." Sir Jorell wispered for her to hear.

At this, the maiden became troubled. "Thou hast no need to end, nor reason. 'Tis not the sun that I love most in this world. 'Tis the young knight whom I rest my head with this very hour."

"Aye, but the sun is far more reliable. Rest thine head, milady. Would that my love worthy to rival yours... Again, I'm humbled..."

"But the sun will never be with me after it sets, after the path have turned grim and will have left me far behind."

"Nay, but it need not rise nor fade to toil on the morrow...."

"I pray of thee, do not leave me behind when the time comes for us to part, sir knight, or when the world demand thou learn those around you as they grow. For surely, I would fall to pieces without thine company and comfort."

"I merely meant to tend to mine shop... on the morrow... But I cannot allow such a sad fate to befall those I love, so your pleas shan't go unheeded..."

"Yet the world will demand thou leave, mayhap not on the morrow, but some time soon. I feel it in my innerds, and I am frightened for thine safety." she continued, her eye now full of fear as she looked at him.

"Enough. Rest now, milady....if such a thing wilt come to pass, most nobly shall I sheild thee from it..."

The maiden took the arm of the knight, who gently led her back to her room. She turned to him as they approached the door to her chamber.

"I pray thee, take caution in dealing it, for 'tis not my safety I fear for, but thine.... Let fate do unto me as it will, yet let it save thee from its cruel grasp." She sighed softly, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat. "Yet, thee art correct. Verily, we must harken with haste to sleep. Pray that I see thee shortly and safely." They reached her door and she added in a soft voice, "And as the little folk say, "Namarie Mellonin"."

"Aye, I wilt conduct mine affairs carefully, for thine own sake..." he promised her softly. "The wee folk's tongues have never been my forte, but sure as I am the meaning behind them, I will bid thee the same. "

"Good-night, sir knight."

"And thee, damsel faire... milady..."

"I love thee..."

"And I, thee..."

Here, the maiden bowed to her knight, and retreated into chambers to rest. Sir Jorell took his leave against the far wall of the hallway, across from the maiden's doorway and unrolled his small blanket which doubled as a matress on hard surfaces such as these, and took out the other to cover himself with. In need of a drink, the knight pulled out his ration of spirits for the week and tipped the flask to his lips as soon as he'd gotten the stopper out.

Empty. The poor knight bemoaned the shortage of ale in the castle, wishing he had something to help keep him warm as he slept. Yet even as he set the flask down, soft laughter could be heard from inside the maiden's chambers. Sir Jorell smiled lightly, removed last of the armor, and turned over to rest, hoping to make do with the equipment he had.

A few minutes later, the maiden tiptoed out of her room dressed in her shift, holding a warm woolen blanket. She made her way softly to Sir Jorell and gently draped the woolen blanket over the tired knight's body. "Stay warm, sir knight." she whispered to him, and she faintly caught a few sleepily mumbles of some thanks. She bent over gently to kiss his brow and then drifted back inside her chamber, the faint wind that ran through the hall moving her shift as like wind blowing the leaves on a tree.

Sir Jorell followed her with both eyes and thoughts into the dreamtime...

The maiden did the same... and took out a small metal club, oddly smooth-shaped which she rests by her bedside........ just incase.......






(And...... back on IM at 3:56 AM.....)



Jorell: surely, you don't think to need protection?
fotnfatrod: Not from you..... well......... *snickers evily at joke in her head* Maybe... if you were here and not at home...
fotnfatrod: sorry... you asked for it....
Jorell: love and much confusion, milady...
fotnfatrod: aye. Tis much too late for talk, the mind gets addled easily.
fotnfatrod: Look at that again, on the morrow... t'will make more sense then.
Jorell: As thou wishes...

Jorell signed off at 3:57:20 AM.