AN: Here's the final chapter of my story, I want to thank everyone for their support and I hope that you enjoy the finale to this fanfic of which I am very proud of. For the last time I do not own the rights to King Arthur but I do own the rights to my created characters. RnR for the final chapter isn't necessary but it would be wonderful if I recieved it.

~Epilogue~

Seven Years Later

The warmth of summer enveloped Briton as Tristan and I sat in the high grass of the fields, my trained eye locked on my beautiful child at all times. "Keelin do be careful!" Tristan called from behind me, his hands gently massaging my shoulders, I looked up at him, "You worry to much," he smiled, kissing me passionately, "For seven years I've had to worry about the two of you, and I shall still for my entire life." I smiled, turning my attention back to my darling running through the grass with Bors's children, the shoulder-length brown waves bouncing with each step taken. I sighed, "Keelin!" bright blue eyes locked with mine, a small smile on my child's face, "Yes mother?!" I rested my back against Tristan's chest, "Come here, love!"

I watched my daughter run towards me, seven years old and she was already so much like her father and so much like me, strong, skilled, determined, yet loving, gentle, and understanding. Her small form landed in my lap, her small arms wrapping around my neck, "Mama, Gilly says that I cheated in our fight because he lost!" My husband smiled, his strong hand pushing away the hair in her face, "Darling, Uncle Bors taught him to win and only win, where as you know the true nature of fighting there is always a winner and a loser. Right?" Keelin nodded, "Yes father," I kissed her cheek, "You're a strong fighter like your father, Lin, don't ever doubt yourself." Her wide eyes stared at me with a loving gaze I knew too well, "Father says I fight like you, though, mother, how is it that I fight like both of you?"

I smiled, Tristan kissed my cheek, "Because you are our daughter, Keelin, and we are teaching you everything we know. Soon you'll be a better fighter than both of us," I looked up at him, a smile on my face, "Maybe someday, but she's going to have to fight a long while before she surpasses you, my lover." His lips pressed warmly to mine, "Sweetheart, let's go to the archery pitch, let mother have some time with Aunt Guinevere," Keelin kissed my cheek, "Love you, mother," I sighed. wrapping my daughter in my arms, "And I you my darling, and I you."

I watched as she got up and ran ahead towards the archery pitch, breaking into a sprint as Lancelot began to chase her, "No! Uncle Lancelot!" Tristan and I watched in laughter, until he finally stood, pulling me up with him, "Do you think it was a wise choice seven years ago to make Lancelot her godfather?" I looked up into his dark eyes, "Hmm, I do, go on, you should get going, I'm going to go and check on Guinevere and then I shall join you both, sound good?" He nodded, claiming my mouth in a heartfelt kiss, "I love you, more than anything." I smiled hugging myself closer to him, "I love you, Tristan," he headed off in the same direction as our daughter, whilst I headed over towards where my cousin's wife sat, a small bundle in her arms.

I smiled, "And how is the son of my cousin?" she smiled at me, "He's doing well, growing quickly," I sat next to her and smiled down at my second cousin, "Ooh, little Artorious II, looks like his father, and is probably going to be as much of a troublemaker as his mother am I right?" We laughed, Guinevere smiled, "Keelin is like both of you, a perfect blend of Tristan and Aeliana," I smiled, tickling Artorious's cheek, "Yes she is. That's why I praise the heavens every day that I was blessed with the both of them, to be able to have them in my life alive and well." She sighed, "I don't know what you would have done had Tristan not made it after the battle," my smile quickly faded into a daze, "Nor do I, but I am glad that I will never have to find out. Now if you will excuse me, I am needed at the archery pitch, I shall see you later!"

I took off across the fields, Vala, Nira's pup, Spirits rest her, running fast beside me, stopping inside the archery pitch where my husband and daughter stood, Tristan teaching her how to shoot multiple arrows at once. I smiled, "She should learn how to hit the bullseye several times in a row before doing that my love," Tristan looked at me with an amused smile, "Of course, would you like to join in on the lesson?" I smiled, grabbing my bow and several arrows, "Why not?" Keelin smiled, "Mother come stand by me!" I nodded, "I am darling, I am." I stood beside my daughter, setting up my bow before positioning myself to shoot. "Now Lin, watch mother," I smiled as in my peripheal vision I could see my lover standing behind our child, his hands on her small shoulders, the bright amazed look on her face.

I had never been happier, nor would I ever be more. And in the years that followed I thanked whatever Gods were listening that they didn't take my warrior from me that day on Baddon Hill, because if he had not survived, then neither Tristan, Keelin, nor myself would have survived to see Briton grow into a new world under my cousin's wise leadership, Guinevere at his side, and his son Artorious II learning how to become his successor, whilst my family and I continued our lives in complete tranquility, never leaving the companionship of our fellow brothers-in-arms...our family.

~FIN~