Arthur/Merlin and Gwaine
Uther is dead. Arthur knows of Merlin's magic.
Arthur
For many days I have had intent too return to my home, alas, my valour in battle has not assisted this notion. However, had I died, I hoped upon the intention that my ashes should return, to my birth, Camelot. It was of rare occasion in which people such as I went to battle in recent times. Royalty.
The sun had set at the north and the sun did rise at the south making way for greater powers to lurk in these times of dark pursuit. I thought of meeting Merlin once more to assist this lost cause. He would not endeavour in such evil as me, I had learnt this mere months ago. He was an analytical being, observant and wise. I thought I had known him, but I had not.
I heard a laugh from a far, a nefarious one at that. Could be this my wandered mind playing deceitful tricks? This forest had made many a mortal man insane. The sorcery had ensues at the snap of a branch. The progression of this lone journey had halted. I had stumbled across a curious item of which I had never set these eyes on before, it stood out conspicuously, to my liking. I seldom had owned time to halt. This moment was greatly cherished, a moment of reflection and new discovery. It was a pendant, jewellery, not dissimilar to what I may have seen Morgana wear, before she had fallen to the cruel Morgause.
This was not dissimilar to a hermitage, suggested to placate myself of recent fate, to harbor myself from other things.
Uther, my father, had died. We had given him the most magnificent of send off's.