Does anyone else like the feel of typing? Just typing, whether it's anything or nothing? The feeling of the keys underneath your fingertips, and the satisfaction when you look at a piece of finished work? Well, I do, obviously because otherwise I would most likely not have written what I just have. This story was written off the top of my head just because I wanted to feel the keys again.

"Marian, please, just go!"

Robin was begging. Begging? When you're an outlaw like him, you could hardly beg, because usually you just took. Rob the rich to feed the poor? That was the policy, the policy that Robin had stood by ever since he joined Little John and the merry men. But the merry men were not merry any more. They were worried. Worried because there was a presence in the camp, and this presence was endangering their families and their lives. Tension surrounded everyone everywhere. No-one could trust each other, each man turning a dirty look to the others face and muttering behind their back. And now, there was one person, one man they all did this to. Robin Hood.

The previous night, the merry men had called a meeting when the women had departed for the nights rest. They all sat around the fire, muttering and waiting for Little John to speak. There was a feeling that every man there felt, and that was one of voicing his own opinion about the current situation. Each sat there impatiently, fiddling with his hands while the warm orange flames cast shadows across their faces. Finally, when Robin was seated, Little John stood up and raised his hands for silence.

"Merry men, we are here, as a mutual agreement, to discuss the problem we all have with…a certain person in the camp. Now, to make things easier, if each man could raise his hand befor-"

"A certain person indeed it is!" cried one of the men before Little John could finish, "we all know who it is! It's that woman he brought here!" he said, pointing at Robin. The other men nodded in agreement.

"A woman who has brought us grave danger", continued another of the men, "and let me tell you this Robin, I am not risking my wife and children to save some person in league with Prince John and the Sheriff." The other men agreed once more, talking and discussing with one another. Robin stood up calmly and addressed the men.

"My friends, I can understand your concern. Those who have ones so close to you are only naturally going to protect them. But I must disagree with you on one point. My lady is not in league with the Prince and the Sheriff. On the contrary, she only wants what is best for us here in Sherwood Forest, to help us rid of these taxes and to continue helping those in need." One of the men scoffed, causing Robin to cast him a wary glance.

"What's best for Sherwood Forest? Codswallop I say!" cried this man. "She's as bad as the rest of those higher class people who need to remove their heads from up their backsides. You know it as well Robin Hood. You're only defending her because you are in love and can't bear to let her go!" The other merry men began to laugh at this comment, which slowly died away as they saw Robin get up and walk over slowly to this person, whose large belly was bouncing up and down with his laughing. He became in eye contact with Robin as he came closer and stopped.

"How dare you", he said slowly and steadily, never losing his eye contact. "You think you have the right to talk about Lady Marian like that? Show some respect you unruly child, who has never yet been loved by a lady. Maybe learning some manners might be the next step for you."

There was a huge uproar as the large bellied man took a hit at Robins face, who ducked quickly and punched in defence at the mans chest, winding him and forcing him to collapse on the floor. Little John ran over, grabbed Robins arm firmly and pulled him away from the gasping man.

"SILENCE!" he shouted from the top of his lungs.

And there was.

Little John sighed, and turning to his closest friend said, "Robin. I'm sorry, but her sake, your sake and all of ours, she has to go, and soon. I'm sorry old friend." And sadly, he walked off, the merry men following, while Robin stood on the spot. A deep swelling feeling was surging through his whole body, and his face was flustered. Because after all, that man had been right. He was in love with Marian.

None of them had seen the young slim figure of a girl from the top of one of the trees throughout the whole meeting, nor seen her as she slipped away back into the shadows.

Marian turned to look at Robin, her hazel eyes fixed on his own brown ones. Such a feeling of betrayal had filled her last night, as it did now when she looked at him. She could not believe a man she loved so much, someone with beautiful dark brown eyes and a deep voice like his could betray her so. A soft breeze blew through the window and his shoulder length hair, chestnut coloured while thick and wavy blew around his face. The feeling she often had around him of excitement and nervousness returned once more, tying a knot in her stomach. She was angry with him at the same time of longing for him. All her feelings were swimming around inside and confusing her. She felt a single tear drop down her cheek.

"Don't beg me Robin," she whispered, "don't lie. I know you don't want me here. I know that this was all a lie, you bringing me here and willingly protecting me while inside you couldn't wait to see the back of me." She could feel more tears falling down her face, and cursed herself for being so cowardly.

Robin was shaking all over. But it wasn't the breeze from outside. It was the ignorance Marian was showing towards him. She knew how to insult him obviously. He couldn't believe that she could so easily turn a blind eye to the true reasons of his actions. It was anger that was making him shake so. He grabbed her by the shoulders.

"What do you mean? Why would I ever do that? Is that what you really think of me, see me for?"

She walked away towards the window and gazed out. In the distance, she could see the castle, silhouetted by silver in the night sky by the moon. How beautiful it looked tonight, its disguise.

"All that glistens is not gold Robin" Marian said, still gazing at the castle. "That castle is not my home. It's my prison. You wanting me to leave here and send me there, surely you must hate me to do that." She stopped Robin before he could answer her back. "No Robin," she said menacingly, turning around and glaring at him, "there is something else. I saw you last night. I saw everything, the way you and your merry men talked about me. I'm not stupid, and I know when someone's lying. You lied Robin. You betrayed me. I don't need you to ask me to leave, because I'm going to." Her face was drenched as she grabbed her shawl and walked towards the doorway. Robin grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him.

"Don't you ever think Marian?" he spat, "don't you realise why I'm asking you to leave?" She did not say anything but continued to look at his flustered face. "Do you really think I would just lie and say things behind your back?"

"No, a couple of days I wouldn't have!" she shouted.

"Then why do you think I would now Marian" he shouted back, "why!"

She did not reply.

"It's because I love you Marian. I always have, and you know it, but you're too proud to set that down as the reason aren't you? Aren't you!"

Marian did not care. She pushed Robin away and ran out of the door before he could stop her. And then she ran from Sherwood Forest, from his lies which had filled her with such love yet loathing for him that she could not bear to see his face. She did not stop and look back as he called her name again and again. He was an outlaw, and no longer her lover.