Together the knights were gathered in the gigantic, empty throne room. Fira looked about ready to scream in fury, while the others seemed more contemplative than anything. Morcades had left, assisting in calming the people of the feast and then reporting the events to her husband. Finally Fira broke.

“What were you thinking!” Fira shouted angrily at Gwaine, pushing him in her fury as her face flushed red.

He raised an eyebrow at her, taking a step back. “Woah there. Calm down.”

“You could've been killed, Gwaine!” She shouted again. Percival grabbed her before she could attack Gwaine again. “You… you… you clotpole!”

Gwaine smirked. “Didn't know you cared.”

Fira was busy glaring up at the huge knight restraining her. “If I wanted to kill him, he’d already be dead.” When Percival loosened his grip ever so slightly, she ripped her arms free and turned to Gwaine once more. “You shut up. Do you know how bloody hard it is to keep you alive, especially you Gwaine.”

“We did fine without you before,” he pointed out in self-defense. “I was doing what any of us should have- I defended our King.”

Wrong answer.

“Maybe you'll do just fine without me again, hm?” She snarled like a dog. “That, that what you did right there?” Fira wildly gestured to the door. “That is what is making me consider staying in Somerset. No stupid prophecies to deal with, no knights intent on getting themselves killed.”

The others froze. What did she mean, stay in Somerset? Gwaine suddenly regretted his worse immensely.

Lorie sighed and grabbed Fira’s hand. “Come on, let’s go get you to bed, my dear. Away from these silly knights.”

Fira had tears in her eyes, tears of anger. She felt so incredibly helpless. She couldn't do anything to this Green Knight. The only thing she could hope was that they'd find the Emerald Lady and she could kill the enchantress.

She allowed herself to be lead away, still glaring daggers at her friends. Galahad looked absolutely helpless. Gwaine stood like a kicked puppy, completely at a loss as to what had just happened. Leon’s head was in his hand, and Elyan just stood pensively.

Percival laid a hand on Gwaine’s shoulder and gave it a pat. “Good job there, mate.”

Gwaine rolled his eyes. “The fact remains that we need a plan.”

“You want to make a plan?” Gaheris looked at him in mock surprise. “Sir Gwaine wants a plan.”

“Fira was obviously spooked by the Knight,” Galahad reminded them. He sighed. “That doesn't bode well.”

Gwaine ignored his brother. “We need to go after him.”

They began to argue. Elyan and Percival seemed of like mind to Gwaine, but Gaheris, Gareth, and Galahad opposed them, pointing out that until they knew more, it was too dangerous.

“You're awfully quiet,” Percival said in low voice to Leon who stood beside him.

They watched Gwaine and Galahad heatedly debating. Elyan and Gaheris were going at it as well, while Gareth seemed much more at ease sitting out of the debate, allowing his “betters” to discuss the issue.

“I can't believe I'm going to say this.” Leon paused with a sigh before speaking up over the argument. “Gwaine’s right.”

Gwaine gave a smug smile. “Can we hear that again? Just for the record of course.”

“Shut up,” Leon snapped half-heartedly. He turned to the others. “We know where the Emerald Lady and the Green Knight are hiding. The Isle of Adney is a well known location and isn't hard to locate.”

Gareth finally spoke up, voice quiet and respectful. “What about Lady Fira?”

“Despite what she said,” Elyan began, “I doubt she’ll abandon us. We're her family.”

Leon nodded. “I agree with you. She’ll come through. She was scared, and she gets angry when she’s scared.”

Gwaine agreed with him, and said so. “Plus, destiny.” He made a face at the word he find annoying.

As he spoke, the door opened and Lorie walked back in. She shot them a sympathetic glance.

“You'd do well to realize that Destiny has a hand in all your doings from now until the end,” she reminded her lover quickly. “Fira and Emrys bear the brunt of it, though your King and all of you are part of navigating the tides of fate.”

Gwaine shrugged. “Whatever.”

Lorie gave a sad smile and walked over to Gwaine. She planted a small kiss on his cheek. “When I first met you, my love, I knew who you were. The Seelie Court had disapproved of my meddling in the affairs of this world, so they cast me out, ever to live among you.” She sighed. “They were convinced that if I had access to Roche Florie, and all the magic therein, that I would manipulate fate for my benefit.”

Everyone was intently listening. For indeed, she intended all the knights to hear her tale and learn from it.

Lorie continued. “So here I was, cast adrift amid mortals. I went to Camelot first, but quickly I realized that until it becomes a united Albion, there was no place for me there. I moved on to Somerset. Here I met you.” She looked around at the others. “I knew it was the one we in the Seelie Court call Strength as soon as I laid eyes on him. I am, of course, well versed in prophecies of all kinds.”

A twinkle of mirth was in her eye. “And despite better judgement, I fell in love with him. But I knew from the beginning that I could not be with you, Gwaine.” She looked back at her beloved. “For you had a destiny to fulfill. A destiny in Camelot.”

She turned to the others and folded her arms. The mirth was gone, and instead her face was solemn. “Even had I wanted to stop Gwaine from leaving, I would have dared not. Destiny would've found a way, perhaps a way more deadly or dangerous, to force Gwaine to Camelot. Fira had a destiny when greater than yours.” She gestured to those gathered. “So, when she loses control like tonight, try to remember that so much more weighs on her shoulders than you can understand.”

Her face softened as she saw their expressions fall in something akin to shame. “Do not fret. All will be better in the morning, you'll see. It is time for a night’s sleep.”

Leon agreed with her and turned to his fellows. “Tomorrow we set off for Adney. Go rest.”