Author's Note:
Hello! This is my first Merlin fanfiction and it's about my favourite Merlin character... Mordred! Oh, Alexander Vlahos is so sweet! And a great actor! Anyway, on with the show! Please review, I live for reviews!
Mordred felt the cold air against his cheeks and nose as he pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders. The trees were only brief shelter from the cold but it was far better than the open clearings he kept stumbling upon. When he got to them he stopped and looked around for any sign of her but, alas, he hadn't yet found her. All he had found was a dirty ground, a destroyed fire and a current of strong wind. She would be here, she wouldn't leave him. She promised she'd be here. Oh, it had been so long since he last saw her face. Too long.
With every step he took, the awful feeling that the knights could find him at any moment loomed further over him. What would they do if they found him here? What would he say? Would he just be going to collect herbs for cooking? No, not at this time of night. Would he just be going for a stroll? No, they'd never believe that. A long series of scenarios played out in his head, each one different but each one ended the same way. Each one ended with punishment.
Or even death.
Mordred shivered and brushed the thought aside. He would have to face that hurdle if it came. For now, he had to focus on the task at hand. He had to find Lynette.
He swerved in and out of tree trunks and leaves. He wondered whether he was walking in circles, there was no way of telling if he was. He just had to keep moving, that was all he could do. His boot landed on a twig and it let out a loud crack. Mordred jumped and swerved around, breathing heavily. His eyes darted around even though he knew he was the one to make the sound. He turned around again and continued to walk.
"Mordred!"
Mordred stood still in his tracks and began to look around gingerly. He could see know one, not even the tiniest movement.
"Mordred!"
He grabbed the spear held tightly in his belt.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" He commanded, trying to keep his voice as low as possible but failing. There was a rustle in the bush next to him and a figure appeared from it.
Mordred let out a sigh of relief, happiness, melancholy and every other emotion you could name. He stared at the woman and she back at him. It was her, it was Lynette. Neither of them smiled, neither of them spoke a word. They didn't need to. Lynette ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. Mordred took a second to catch up and then he entwined his arms around her waist and held her tightly. She stroked his hair slowly, caressing each individual strand slowly. She noticed how soft it was, how it curled softly at the ends and looped around her fingers as she ran them through it. He was real, he was standing in front of her.
"I've missed you so, so much," Lynette whispered into his ear. Mordred felt his throat tighten and ache, his whole body went numb. He tried to speak but he couldn't. Lynette didn't care that he didn't respond, she just continued to embrace him. She never wanted to let go. Oh god, she never wanted to let go.
"You're a knight of Camelot now, right? Sir Mordred?" she asked, gripping tightly on to his thick cloak. Mordred was finally able to speak,
"Yes, yes, it's... it's better than I could ever have dreamt it would be," he choked, feeling hot tears well in his eyes. He tried to hold them back but he could help but let out a few quiet sobs. Lynette pulled away slowly, just enough to be able to see his face.
There were streams of tears running down his face and dripping from his chin. His eyes were bloodshot are they shined in the moonlight. The iciness of the colour suddenly stood out and looked stunning. His eyebrows were creased and his lip trembled slightly but he still remained beautiful. Not handsome, beautiful. Lynette noticed how his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, jerking and shuddering. There was genuine fear in his eyes that could not be mistaken. Lynette found herself choking up when she saw him.
"What's wrong?" she asked, holding even tighter on to him. Mordred took a deep and incredibly shaky breath and closed his eyes.
"I-I'm so alone," he breathed, his throat throbbing, "I'm trapped... I-I'm lying to everyone... I..." He couldn't bring himself to continue. It felt as if Lynette's heart had just been ripped out. It was agony to see someone she dearly loved in so much anguish.
"Shh, no," she took him again into her arms and stroked the back of his neck.
"I'm so sorry."
"No, shh, don't," she shushed, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent which she missed so much. Mordred pulled away to look into her eyes but he still kept his hands tightly on her shoulders.
"Come back with me, we can live in a house together in Camelot. It doesn't have to be very expensive, it will be warm and cosy. Just you and me like it used to be, eh?" Mordred cried, smiling through the sadness. Lynette tried to smile back at him.
"You know that can't happen. Not now."
"Of course it can! We can be together," Mordred was grasping at straws now, "please!"
"Who goes there?" A voice shouted, making Mordred and Lynette run. They ran for their lives, ducking underneath branches and dodging trees. They finally found a decent sized bush which they dived behind. They could still hear the heavy boots of the knights.
"You have to go!" Lynette whispered.
"No, I wont leave you!"
"Go!" said Lynette. Mordred's heart stopped. No, this couldn't end like this. Not again. No time to say goodbye. Who knows when he would see her again? Who knows if they'd still be breathing?
"I love you."
"I love you too." Lynette responded. Mordred leant over slowly and kissed her tenderly and gently on the cheek.
"Until we meet again," Mordred whispered.
"I will miss you, Sir Mordred."
Mordred took off and sprinted through the foliage as fast as he could, not knowing if he would ever see her again.
