Kindred Spirits by Roguefan212000
I don't own Merlin.
Author's Notes- I broke my own self imposed rule of never writing anything that doesn't have a clear plot. So here's a character study of Merlin and Freya`s feelings in regard to their relationship. Enjoy! Please read and review !
One spring day Merlin stood in an open field littered with white and purple wild flowers. He smiled as he knelt to pluck the dainty blossoms from the tall grass. Arthur thought he was off picking herbs for Gaius. Once Merlin was satisfied with the flowers he collected, he placed a floral printed ribbon around the stems. Thoughts of Freya drifted through his mind. She faced an untimely death and was forever bound to the lake, because he didn't have the power to free her from a watery prison. The nights were the worst when he lay in bed alone with his thoughts. In the day, Merlin could escape by keeping busy. In the night, there was only silence and shadows around him. At times, his heart ached with more than a dull pang of longing when he saw Arthur and Gwen. They were sharing a life together that he and Freya could never have. He would be lying if he didn't admit to feeling even the slightest bit of jealousy. Merlin pushed these thoughts aside.
With flowers in hand, Merlin headed toward the lake to visit his lady. Merlin called out to Freya when he reached the lake shore. Shining ripples surrounded her as she rose from the water. Freya smiled as she rushed toward her lover. Her purple dress billowed in the spring breeze. Merlin took off his boots then clumsily trudged through the water to meet her. The two embraced one another. She felt solid and real in his arms. Her pale skin was cool like lake water. The couple sat together on the shore. Merlin gave her the flowers he picked. Freya inhaled the wildflowers` scent then ran her finger tips over the soft petals. She longed for the world that she left behind. Freya thanked him with kisses. Merlin eagerly returned each and every kiss.
"I've missed you," she said while lying against the sand.
"I've missed you too," he replied. He lay beside her, his fingers interlaced with her own. The sun warmed them as they lay there watching the clouds. With a free hand, Freya brushed specks of sand from his dark hair. She gazed at him adoringly. The sun light framed him in a golden light.
"You are beautiful," she whispered. Merlin laughed with disbelief.
"Me?" he asked while gesturing toward his over sized ears.
"Yes," Freya answered with a grin.
She pulled his hand away from his ears. He shook his head. Freya was lovely. With every visit, the sight of her emerging from the lake still left him spellbound and breathless. Merlin told her so. Freya blushed prettily at his compliment. He smiled. It was so easy to make her blush. Merlin gazed at their joined hands. He imagined what it would be like to have her beside him every day for the rest of his life. Whatever loneliness or longing he felt would be stronger for Freya. At least, he had friends whom he could be with. Freya was once again alone. They wanted many things. Things they knew they couldn't have, but it didn't stop them from wanting any less. Magic bound them together allowing the couple to see each others` dreams. This was their dream.
On an autumn afternoon little Hunith`s blue eyes turned gold. A hand stitched doll Freya made for her started to float in the air. The five year old girl clothed in a red dress clapped her hands excitedly, clearly pleased with the new trick she learned. Hunith danced around a tree. The doll followed copying her movements. Merlin stood by a vegetable garden watching his daughter play. He had just finished watering the greenery. A smile graced his lips. Merlin fondly recalled Hunith`s birth. He used magic to ease Freya`s pain, making the delivery easier. Hunith was so small and pale when she was born. She had Freya`s wavy hair and Merlin's blue eyes. Freya lay in bed holding the new born. Merlin gazed lovingly at the little one cradled in his wife's arms. This precious life was the product of their love. Merlin kissed Freya`s forehead. He tucked Freya`s sweat laden locks behind her ears. Happy tears shone in their eyes. Freya smiled weakly as she offered the baby to Merlin. He held his daughter as if she were a porcelain doll.
"Luckily, she has your ears," Merlin joked. Freya glanced at her husband tiredly.
"I like your ears," she said sleepily.
Merlin chuckled, holding little Hunith close. This was one of the happiest moments of his young life. The other moment was their wedding day. The Ealdor wedding was small and simple. His mother shed happy tears throughout the ceremony. Freya was a beautiful bride. She wore a simple white dress. A crown of wild flowers was woven through her long dark hair. The sound of Freya`s voice jolted Merlin back to the present. Freya called Hunith and Merlin inside for lunch. Merlin smiled as he watched little Hunith rush inside the cottage. He had given his family a little house near a lake surrounded by wild flowers. Merlin followed his daughter into the house, happy to have the life he always wanted.
Merlin was uncertain what parts of the dream were his or Freya`s, but it didn't really matter. Their hopes and desires mingled together becoming one. Merlin glanced at the sun, it was getting late. Freya still lay against the sand, but her arm covered her eyes. She released a shaky breath. Merlin knew she was crying. He always left at this time. Whenever he saw Freya cry it felt like a knife had been plunged through his heart. Perhaps they should stop their dream sharing. It only made things more painful when they parted. Why build false hope? He pulled Freya into his arms then kissed the top of her head. "I will be back. You know," he said failing to keep his voice steady.
"I want …" she started.
"I know," Merlin answered. His vision started to blur with unshed tears. "I want that too." Once Freya told him that he should move on. He shouldn't waste his life with someone who couldn't give him what he wanted. Merlin stubbornly told her that he didn't want to be with anyone else. He reluctantly pulled out of Freya`s tight embrace. With slumped shoulders, Merlin headed toward the long path leading back to the castle.
"Goodbye Freya," he whispered. He dare not look back. Seeing her tearful brown eyes might break his resolve. Freya sat on the lake shore holding the flowers Merlin had given her. Her wind whipped hair stuck to her tear stained face.
"Goodbye Merlin," she replied.
