They cut an odd figure, those two. The one clad in full plate mail complete to the greaves and gauntlet to the lance looked uncomfortable as he looked around. Searching for his horse perhaps? The other one, simple in his chain mail, shirt and breeches carried a gleaming long sword and a yellow shield and he, too, looked no more flabbergasted as his companion. Seeing the trellised doorway in front of them, they finally decided to wait out their fate.
The horse charged, and Sir Gawain, his grip tightening on the lance, felt the excitement course through his veins. After all, this was his first joust! With a look at his oncoming opponent, he uttered a final prayer. Suddenly the air above Sir Gawain shimmered and even before the knight made contact with the other jouster, the rip in time swallowed him up.
Beowulf braced himself when he saw the dragon and he brought his shield defensively in front of him. Behind him, he could hear his companions running towards the safety of the woods. Determinedly, he strode forward, and realized for a fleeting moment that he had stepped towards an air shimmering with something he could not comprehend. Within seconds, the dragon was left with nothing but the sweet smell of the king.
Blag! The two made contact on the hard ground, their weapons making a distinct ting! and rolled away from them. Beowulf looked up, saw nothing but a little hut with a trellised doorway, and got up. He was dusting himself off when he realized that he had a companion.
“Brave Geats!” he helped the man up, which was not easy, because the man was fully armored. “Didn’t you know that wearing a full plate is most impractical? A simple chain mail like mine would have done you better.”
Gawain stood up and stiffly bowed before the barbarian. “Sir Gawain of The Knights of the Round Table, at your service, sir.”
Beowulf stood erect, and proudly, he introduced himself. “I am the king of the Geats, son of the famous soldier Edgetho whose name is still remembered. I have killed a lot of monsters, including those who bothered Heorot. I have also slain…”
Gawain discreetly coughed. “Er…nice to meet you, King Beowulf, and I would really like to hear about your exploits. But can we first go into that inn? I am positively hot and thirsty.”
“Of course, my dear boy,” Beowulf laughed and slapped the knight heartily on the back. Gawain winced as he felt his armor dent.
Together they entered the inn, and was very surprised that it was empty. Helping themselves to the barrel of beer available, they sat comfortably on a bench.
“I would like to hear more of your battles, King Beowulf.”
thanks all. here’s to beer! 
(and yup, gerald butler is gorgeous!)
wow i almost missed this what a fantastic read Loved it
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