Disclaimer: I wish I had a dragon, but I don't.

Summary: Two part from Kilgharrah's POV for episode three and four.

Part One

Midnight Misery

xxx Missing Scene from The Wicked Day

Kilgharrah slept deeply and peacefully in his white mountain cavern, nearly a five day ride from Camelot. He could comfortably cover the distance in a little less than an hour if he flew leisurely.

If Merlin summoned him as a dragonlord...then he could get there in about five minutes. A bit of strain, but he didn't mind, pushing his massive wings and body to it's limit made it a challenge and a duty that he readily accepted.

The Great Dragon's long, dark gold form was curled comfortably in a back hollow of the cave, the stone there made of granite, perfect to heat with fire and last for hours. The sideways bowl like depression in the cavern was edged with stalagmites, a bit of boundary from the dragon's bed to the rest of the living area.

A soft grunt escaped his lips, a sleep leaded sigh sliding from his nostrils as his shifted in his sleep, wings relaxing and tucking against his scales comfortably, head and neck stretching to a slightly better place on the war, stones.

When dragons were dominant over the lands, the skies filled with their starlit dances, the mountains echoing their songs in the summer, and forests glowing with their fire on cold winter nights. Few people could believe these immortal creatures had weaknesses...or ever needed to worry about such things as a sword or enemy, and even fewer people believed these powerful beings would be concerned with such a trivial matter as a good night's sleep.

But the dragonlords knew.

And knew this well, they knew that though dragons could push themselves deep into the night several weeks after last resting if needed...they would be in a very bad mood and only the dragonlords could keep them from a killing spree.

Which is why they strived to give the dragons the best sleep they could when the dragons were able to rest fully. Dragons like any living creature could take naps, light dozes as they waited, "resting their eyes" some would say...even most every night they'd settle in to wait for dawn, but rarely ever truly sleep.

Kilgharrah was in one of those rare deep sleeps, the only dreams he felt were soft memories of night songs a close dragonlord or two had sung to him when this sleep had been missing. Balinor had been highly capable of this task, easing the mighty dragon into deep black slumber and guarding him until Kilgharrah's wisdom filled gold eyes stirred open again.

The Great Dragon's breathing was soft and even, lungs expanding no more and no less than they needed to. Stomach full with meat from the latest hunt, but not so full to harm his rest. Yes, Kilgharrah was truly content.

"No! Quomodo tu Arthur! Quid sum sine felis! Quid feci? No!"

Kilgharrah snorted out a great stream of flame as he stirred awake, hitting his head on the top of the sleeping area and groaning at the sheer volume in Merlin's words.

By the sounds and confusion of the yelling, the young warlock was dreaming.

Or having a nightmare.

The dragon growled, displeased at the disturbance to his sleep, it was rare when the dragonlords were safe to walk the earth, nearly impossible now.

Moving to the cool night air since Merlin's continued shouting in his head was stirring rage in his heart for an unidentified reason, Kilgharrah sighed as he settled onto the cliff, stargazing silently for a moment as the words repeated themselves over and over.

"Merlin..."

"No...No...Quid Feci...Feci..."

"Young Warlock..."

"No Felis...Arthur...Quid Feci...No..."

"Merlin."

"...no...no.."

Kilgharrah sighed heavily, the young warlock too far trapped to really hear him.

"Awaken ifanc ddraigarglwydd, fel eich brawd perthynas agosaf galwaf chi at y golay!"

The dragon felt Merlin jerk into consciousness then shudder as he stirred, groaning mentally and physically.

"Ki-kilgharrah?"

"Mhm, are you alright?"

"Yeah...how did you...?"

"You were dreaming young dragonlord, you must have reached out for me subconsciously, waking me from my own sleep."

"I'm sorry, didn't know I could do that."

Kilgharrah made sure to let his chuckle slide through the conversation mentally to reassure the young warlock.

"Are you alright Kilgharrah?"

"I am fine, you disturbed a rather deep bout of sleep on my part so my emotion are a bit scrambled, forgive me if I'm out of context."

"Kilgharrah, that last bit made no sense."

"Exactly my point, I'm not...fully awake I believe so my words may a bit...off..."

Merlin was able to find amusement in that, but as soon as his mind realized his mood had shifted it banished the thought to replace it with frustration, grief, and disappointment.

"What troubles you so young warlock?"

"Arthur has outlawed magic."

"Merlin, that law has been there for over two decades."

"Uther is dead."

xxx

Joy at the death of his gaoler provoked his speed, the resounding emotions from his kin forced it.

Kilgharrah flew hard and fast to the clearing near Camelot,, landing with a soft stumble as his wings shook a bit and his lungs ached for air. Merlin was deep within the citadel still, unaware the dragon was anywhere near him. The dragon had glided high over Camelot, shadowed by the new moon that seemed to be mourning the late king.

Uther Pendragon

Hundreds of people were packed into the courtyards and on the battlements, linked hands and arms as they mourned, candles lighting the city like a thousand clustered stars.

Lights glowed through out the castle, in all rooms except one, the great hall were Prince Arthur kneeled in silent vigil.

Merlin was half asleep outside the sealed doors, giving Arthur unknown, silent comfort and companionship.

A loyal friend.

The dragon sighed as he gazed at a dark lit window of the citadel, knowing Merlin was nearby that very glass covered opening of the castle.

Kilgharrah gently reached out to the young dragonlord, noticing Merlin had managed to block him off from the majority of his conscience. That was fine, Kilgharrah didn't need to know anymore than what in a collapse of memories and thoughts Merlin told the dragon everything that had occurred in the last week.

The great dragon sent a soft wave of reassuring warmth to the young warlock, making him think the dragon had left and gone back to sleep.

But Merlin usually was smarter than that, only exhaustion kept him from really knowing what was going on.

Kilgharrah settled onto his haunches, he'd only reside here another few moments before returning to his cavern, but this took a bit of focus and falling over on a wing wasn't a wise idea with an hour's flight ahead of you.

Merlin would benefit from this, he'd wake right around dawn, and be focused enough for when Arthur would rise from his vigil.

But for now...

"Sleep well Young Warlock...

Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who is it swinging you to and fro
With a long low swing and a sweet low croon
loving words of a mother's rune
Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who is it swinging you to and fro.

I am thinking it is an Angel fair
The Angel that looks on the gulf from the lowest stair.
And swings the green world upward by its leagues of sunshine hair
Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who swingeth you and the Angel to and fro.

It is he whose faintest thought is a world afar
It is He whose wish is a seven-mooned leaping star
It is He Lennavanmo to whom you and I and all things flow
Lennavanmo Lennavanmo
It is only a little wee lass that you are
Eilidh mo chree
But as This wee blossom has roots in the depths of the sky,
So you are one with the Lord of Eternity
Bonny wee lass that you are, my morning star,
Elidh mo chree, Lennavanmo Lennavanmo..."

So? What do you think?

Review please, part two will be up soon!