#erec

[gawrkin]

The people who are with Arthur in Avalon or are in a Cave alongside him:

(Disclaimer: Not including Morgan, the other fairies and/or Merlin)

La Bataille Loquifer: Gawain, Ywain, Percival and Guinevere (Guest Star: Roland from the Charlemagne series)

Lanzelet: Lout (Loholt)

Craig-y-Ddinas: Ywain, Kay, Bedivere, Gawain, Percival, Geraint/Erec, Tristan, Culhwch, Yder and Calogrenant (Source: The Welsh Fairy Book, by Willaim Jenkyn Thomas)

Sewingshields Folklore: Guinevere

Tally:

Queen Guinevere: 2

Sir Gawain: 2

Sir Ywain: 2

Sir Percival: 2

Sir Loholt: 1

Sir Kay: 1

Sir Bedivere: 1

Sir Geraint/Erec: 1

Sir Yder/Edern ap Nudd: 1

Sir Tristan: 1

Sir Culhwch: 1

Sir Calogrenant: 1

In the end, Arthur won't be alone...

Of course, none of the later French characters - Lancelot, Bors, Galahad, Palamedes, Dinadan, etc. - made it to Avalon or the Enchanted Cave. It's the older tradition characters who have a chance.

[hovelicher-unsin]

Ich liebe liebe liebe, wenn jemand von mir weiß, dass ich mittelhochdeutsche Literatur liebe und dann erfährt, dass meine Katze Enite heißt. Der Blick ist jedes Mal so großartig.

[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

Knights Irrevocably On My Shit List

Erec

[aestheticmoody]

Arthurian Legend : Erec

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

"Where did that come from?" - erec

Blood blood blood blood

Kira notices the other's shirt has a blood stain starting to pool, and when she points it out, he doesn't seem all that concerned about it. Perhaps he was just used to injury in his work.

"Dunnow," Kira sighs before zipping open her bag and digging around.

"Better take care of it fast, even the most insignificant of injuries can be a problem left untreated. Here- lift up your shirt. We'll see how bad it is. I've got some supplies you can use." She pulls out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some wound dressings for now.

[gaywarcriminals]

The first skill on SJ's yaoi resume is that he can get jealous of anything. 

[zeizeizeizei]

POV: You're learning smithing from Celebrimbor

The heat of the forge seems almost distant compared to the warmth radiating from Celebrimbor as he steps behind you.

His presence is steady, commanding but not overpowering, as his hands gently guide yours over the hammer and tongs. His voice, low and smooth, brushes against your ear as he speaks, “The strike is not about force—it’s about precision. Feel the metal’s resistance, and work with it, not against it.”

His black hair falls forward, brushing against your shoulder and mixing with your own brunette strands, a fleeting touch that sends a shiver up your spine. You’re acutely aware of the closeness, the faint scent of steel and something uniquely him, a mix of ancient woods and embers.

"Here," he murmurs, his breath warm against your temple as he adjusts your grip, his long fingers wrapping around yours with practiced ease.

Together, your hands bring the hammer down in a perfect strike, the sound resonating like music. "Do you feel that?" he asks softly, his tone carrying both approval and an almost imperceptible intimacy.

You nod, your voice caught somewhere between the rhythm of the forge and the way his body aligns with yours. "Yes," you manage, the word barely audible over the hum of the fire.

His lips curve in a subtle smile you can’t see but can feel in the shift of his posture. "Good," he says, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "You’re learning. And you have far more potential than you realize."

For a moment, time seems to stand still—the steady rhythm of the forge, the glow of the molten metal, and the closeness of the elf behind you, his guidance steady, his touch light yet grounding.

In that moment, you feel the weight of creation, and perhaps something deeper, lingering in the space between the two of you.

[queer-ragnelle]

4th Perceval Continuation | More quotes at Arthuriana Daily

[castle-calypse]

Have y’all heard of the tale of Erec and Enide by Chretien de Troyes? I came across it in the book Legends of Chivalry: Medieval Myths.

Very very basic recap: Erec wants to fight a big knight he saw so he follows him and stays with a poor old man who has a daughter. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen (obviously). Erec has to fight the big knight so he can marry her. He does and wins and marries her (nice).

But the last paragraph about this story is making me giggle so much:

“But such was Erec’s love that he lost interest in all other things, even forsaking the acts of chivalry for which he was famed. He no longer went in search of adventure or even fought in tournaments. Most days, in fact, the couple did not leave their bed until noon. Erec’s reputation was soon in tatters and people began to mock the once-proud knight behind his back, spreading rumors that he had become nothing more than a coward.”

Bro fucked off to become a wife guy. And then everyone talked shit about him. That’s so fucking funny to me I love it so much.

[dullyn]

the entire beginning of Erec and Enide being that King Arthur wants to kill a special stag (and will also have to kiss the most beautiful maiden) is so funny because it devolves so heavily from that.

the story does stick to the the common set up of most arthurian romances in that Knight X goes on a quest and somehow ends up on three sub-quests as well, running into Knights Y and Z somewhere along the way (then there’s always like minimum two maidens involved). it’s just amusing that such an adventure started with Arthur wanting to go on a hunt.

the common set up does make me happy though because i just think it’s neat that such a repeated narrative can yield so many different stories that are all so entertaining, along with being adapted so many times that there are then even more stories. plus it itches my brain in a nice way because the stories are like Ol’ Reliable.

also shoutout to Yder, son of Nut.

[helenofblackthorns]

I've been thinking Adaon today & the more I think about him the more sure I become that he's going to betray Kieran in twp. the friend of all is the friend of none etc etc

[gawrkin]

Guinevere stealing Morgan's shit

[hovelicher-unsin]

my friend said yesterday that i'm like this about "eric"

by which she meant "erec" and i love my friends for trying. she was also correct, i can definitely turn into a biting, violent guy thinking about him and how he came back from death to save his wife from a weird guy trying to flirt with her

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[avalonbards]

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[howaboutswords]

Such sorrow our splendid sovereign never knew,

Nor was his spirit ever sunk as by that single sight.

The good King gazed, gripped with horror,

Groaned gruesomely, wept gouts of tears,

Bent kneeling to the body, embraced it,

Cast up his visor, quickly kissed Gawain,

Looked at his eyelids, now locked fast shut,

His lips like lead and his complexion pallid,

And then, crowned king, cried aloud:

'Dear cousin and kinsman, in care I am left,

For now my glory is gone, and my great wars finished.

I hold here my hope of joy and armed success;

Wholly on him depended my heart and strength!

O my counsellor, my comfort, keeper of my heart,

Renowned king of all knights ever known under Christ!

Worthy to be king, though I wore the crown!

Throughout the wide world my wealth and my glory

Were won by Gawain, through his wisdom alone.

Alas!' cried the King, 'my grief grows now;

I am utterly undone in my own country.

Ah, dire and dreadful death, you delay too long!

Why spin out so slowly? You smother my heart!'

- Arthur mourns on finding Gawain and his troops dead in the alliterative Morte Arthure, lines 3947-3968, translated by Brian Stone.