A/N review responses at the bottom along with final thoughts!
Merlin was picking mushrooms. Excluding all the puns that he could made from that Arthur found that he already knew something bad was about to happen because – well, when did something good happen to anyone from Camelot in the woods?
So really, he was only mildly surprised when a Griffin burst out of the bush, and Merlin – in true Merlin fashion – turned and ran, and wasn't he supposed to be powerful, couldn't he just magic something to stop the creature?
And again, in true Merlin fashion – just when it counts the most – he trips. Arthur doesn't know if he should panic, laugh at the sheer clumsiness, or yell at the idiot that was just sitting there with a hand over his face like that would save him!
All in all Arthur was quite glad when a man burst through the underbrush holding a sword and lunging at the Griffin. The creature seemed to be distracted by the metal of the sword and gave a feral growl but retreated enough that the man – who Arthur had yet to see the face of – could grab an ashen faced Merlin by the hand and drags him behind an old and partially rotted fallen tree.
They waited a few tense moments before Merlin peeked his head over the tree trunk and sighed in what could only be described as relief.
"It's gone. You saved my life. I'm Merlin."
And then Arthur got the first proper view of the man who had just saved Merlin, and to his great shock it was –
"Lancelot."
Arthur sighed and suppressed the anger and the sadness that seeing Lancelot again brought, remembering only too well what would become of this man.
Merlin clasped Lancelot's hand in his own and gave it a shake as the scene changed. He was in Gaius's chambers now, as Lancelot stared out the window into what must be the square and Merlin watched on.
"Ever since I was a child I've dreamed of coming here. It's my life's ambition to join the knights of Camelot. I know what you're thinking I-I expect too much. After all, who am I? They have their pick of the best and the bravest in the land…"
"Lancelot?"
The man turned to face the smiling Merlin.
"Yes?"
"They're going to love you."
"They are?
"I've seen you in action. You could shame the great Arthur himself."
"I hardly think so."
"In fact, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to talk to him right now?"
Lancelot looked shocked.
"You know Arthur?"
"Oh yes."
Merlin smiled and stood, turning on his heel and leaving a gaping Lancelot behind him. The scene changed and Arthur found himself standing next to Merlin who was holding pieces of his younger self's armor.
"Grummund's the third to fail this month. How am I meant to defend Camelot with rubbish like that?"
Merlin pierced his lips and lent backwards, so he was farther in the shade. He could see the wheels spinning in his head and he could remember oh to well what the servants next words were.
"Well, I think I might be able to help."
"You, Merlin? You haven't the faintest idea what it takes to become a knight. Courage, fortitude, discipline."
Arthur snorted; from where he was standing now he could say that Merlin had all that – excluding the discipline perhaps – including a few other characteristics that weren't so suited to a knight, like an uncanny ability for attracting trouble, and his ability to trip over the smallest of cracks in the otherwise smooth pavement.
All though it was arguable that he and his knight also had an uncanny ability to attract trouble long before Merlin ever set foot in Camelot.
"No, no, no, of course I don't, but I do know someone who does."
"Yeah?"
"He saved my life."
"That's blowing it for starters."
Merlin merely rolled his eyes and continued.
"No, no, no. He's really good. Honestly."
"That's great, Merlin. I'm sure he's terrific, but you forget the First Code of Camelot. Only those of noble blood can serve as knights, so, unless you friend is a nobleman…."
"Oh, er, he-he is a nobleman."
"Is he?"
"Absolutely."
"Very well. Bring him to the training ground tomorrow. And make sure he brings his seal of nobility."
"Thanks Arthur you won't regret it."
Arthur found himself back in Gaius's chambers were an anxious Lancelot paced back and forth, until finally the door opened and in stepped Merlin, the man wasted no time and literally bounded up to Merlin.
"Well? Did you speak to him?
"Yeah, I spoke to him."
"And?"
"And….."
Merlin sighed and shook his head sadly. To which Lancelot visibly deflated. Merlin however seemed unable to keep a straight face for long and soon broke out into a full blown grin that had Lancelot staring at him strangely.
"He said he would like to meet you!"
The man broke out into a grin that could rival Merlin's.
"Yes! Thank you! Thank you!"
Merlin laughed, "Hey, really, it was no problem, really. It's nothing, although…" he broke off and cleared his throat, "you're not a nobleman by any chance, are you?"
A Nobleman? No…" Lancelot laughed, "good lord, no, why do you ask?"
"It's just that….there is this…."
Gaius who must have just came back from gathering water from the pump answered for Merlin.
"The First Code of Camelot states that only those of noble blood can serve as a knight. Uther created the knights to protect this kingdom from those who wished to destroy it. He knew he would have to trust each of his knights with his life. So he chose them from the families that had sworn allegiance to him."
"The nobility…"
"And thus the First Code of Camelot was born, and ever since that day, only the sons of noble families have served as knights."
"But that is not fair!"
Gaius sighed shaking his head at Merlin's outburst.
"Fair or unfair, that's the way it is. I'm sorry, Lancelot, truly, I am."
Merlin sighed.
"Why do you want to be a knight so much anyway?"
"When I was a boy, my village was attacked by raiders from the northern plains; they were slaughtered where they stood, my father, my mother. Everyone. I alone escaped. I vowed that day that never again would I be helpless in the face of tyranny. I made sword craft my life. Every waking hour since that day, I devoted to the art of combat, and when I was ready, I set for the for Camelot, and now, it seems, my journey ends. Everything I fought for wasted."
Merlin sighed then but Arthur knew the look on his face, one that he was used to seeing on Merlin, it was the look of someone who was bound and determined that things would go their way, even if it killed them.
"I give you my word, whatever it takes, I will make this right."
The scene changed and Arthur found himself in the castle library as Merlin scoured the shelves for – something, and Geoffrey watched him with a hulks eye. Merlin shifted and blew dust off of a large tomb and carried it over to a table.
Intrigued, he stepped closer until he was able to read over Merlin's shoulder, it was a book of family crests – Northumbrian crests to be exact – Merlin then pulled a piece of parchment paper out of his pocket and laid it over a crest.
"Ic us bisen hraed tan hwanon."
Arthur groaned, he'd always wondered how Lancelot had done it. Well it turned out he didn't do it, Merlin did, because there on the parchment was the exact same crest that was on the page in the book. The scene changed and Arthur found himself once again in Gaius's chambers as Merlin entered grinning from ear to ear, the copied crest held up near his chin.
"What's that?"
Merlin grinned and handed it to the man.
"This – this is your seal of nobility."
"I-I don't understand!"
Merlin grinned.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Lancelot, fifth son of Lord Eldred of Northumbria!"
Lancelot shook his head.
"No, Merlin, no!"
"Oh, right. So you don't want to be a knight, then?"
Lancelot glared at the grinning man.
"Of course I do!"
"Well…the rules don't allow it. Damn the rules! The rules are wrong!"
"But it's a lie! It's against everything the knights stand for!"
"You have as much right to be a knight as any man. I know it!"
"But the rules, Merlin!"
"We're not breaking the rules. We're bending them, that's all. You get your foot in the door. But after that you will be judged on your merit along, and if you succeed – if they make you a knight – it'll be because you earned it, noble or not. I can't change the way things are done around here, but you can…if you let me help you!"
There was a moment of silence before Lancelot gave a tense nod to which Merlin sighed and smiled. The scene changed as Arthur found himself standing on the outskirts of the training field as his younger self trained the younger recruits.
He briefly wondered why he was seeing this before he caught sight of Merlin, his beautiful queen, and Lancelot, both Guinevere and Merlin were fussing over Lancelot's knight costume, while the man stood there awkwardly.
In the background he could hear himself drilling the knights.
"One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. Again!"
Finally both Guinevere and Merlin stepped backwards and looked Lancelot over.
"Well…you certainly look the part!"
Gwen smiled.
"Doesn't he just?"
Lancelot sighed.
"I don't feel it."
In the distance he saw his younger self wipe at his forehead, swiping sweat soaked bangs out of his eyes. He then clapped his hands together and grinned. "Okay, that'll be it for today, well done." The knights in training grinned and bowed before dispersing. Merlin smacked Lancelot between the shoulder blades and grinned.
"Here's your chance. Go for it."
Lancelot nodded shakily and stepped forward just as his younger self was picking up a discarded sword with an annoyed glare and laying it in the proper place on the sword rack. That was one thing that never changed, he'd always detested it when the trainee's – and the knights, though they were better about it – left weapons just laying around.
His younger self finally seemed to notice Lancelot and looked up with an expectant look.
"Yes?"
"Lancelot, fifth son of Lord Eldred of Northumbria."
"Lance….a lot? My servant mentioned you. Got your seal?"
Lancelot bowed and handed the seal to Arthur who looked it over before slapping Lancelot across the back, knocking the man off balance and causing him to topple over backwards.
"Sire?"
"Sluggish reactions. In a battle you'd be dead by now. Come back when you're ready."
With that said his younger self turned his back on a Lancelot and started to walk away only to whip back around with a frown as Lancelot spoke.
"I'm ready now, sire."
"You are, are you? You can start by cleaning out the stables."
Lancelot frowned and looked over to Merlin who grinned and gave him double thumbs up. Lancelot nodded as the scene changed. Arthur found himself once again in Gaius's chambers as Merlin handed Gaius a book, which the older man began to flip through muttering about some creature.
I'm sorry about Lancelot. I see you were upset."
Merlin, who was flipping through his own book, looked up.
"Oh. You know…that's life. You win some, you lose some."
Gaius looked shocked but nodded.
"You're taking it very well, I have to say." Then, with a skeptical look, "very mature." Arthur couldn't help himself, he snorted. Merlin took no notice and continued to flip through the book.
"Thank you, Gaius."
Merlin nodded as the door opened and Lancelot came stumbling in covered in dirt, hay and – well, Arthur was glad he couldn't actually smell in these memories, because he was sure the man smelled foul.
"How'd it go?"
Lancelot merely groaned and headed for the stairs that led to Merlin's room. Gaius gave Merlin the look that Arthur had come to know since he was a child as the Eyebrow of Doom. Merlin looked sheepish and shrugged his shoulders.
"He found work at the stables."
Gaius nodded.
"I see. And the truth before I lose my temper?"
Merlin looked down and shrugged his shoulders.
"He's er…trying out for the knights."
Gaius looked shocked before a frown graced his chapped lips.
"The First Code of Camelot has never been broken for any man. What've you done, Merlin?"
"Okay, I bent the rules a little, but the rules are wrong. They're unfair!"
"You bent the rules? Using magic?"
"It was nothing, honestly. It was more of a trick than actual magic."
"Your magic is not a toy, Merlin. It's not for you to use or abuse as you see fit!"
Gaius sounded exasperated and Arthur found himself wondering how often Merlin had been scolded like this, and he also wondered if one of the reasons that he had never noticed Merlin's magic was because of Gaius always telling Merlin not to use his magic for frivolous things, thus keeping Merlin from being too obvious.
Not that from what he had seen Merlin had been awfully discrete, and not that he blamed Gaius, it was probably him, and the fact that Merlin looked and acted like the last person that would ever use magic, let alone be born with magic, that had kept Merlin alive and kept him from being discovered.
Arthur sighed.
"I know, I know."
"Then why'd you do it?"
"I owe Lancelot my life. I am paying for that debt the only way I can by giving him the opportunity he deserves. If you want to punish me for it, go ahead."
Gaius was still staring at Merlin with an unreadable expression when the scene changed. He was in the great hall now; the room was alight with activity, trays of food, mead, and for the knights – wine, was being passed around, and in the middle of it all was his younger self sitting with a grinning Lancelot.
Lancelot's congratulatory party then. Off to the side he could see Merlin and Gaius and he migrated towards them.
"Look at him, Gaius. Does not Lancelot deserve this moment?"
Gaius sighed.
"I never said he didn't. But destiny and desserts are not the same thing. You played God, Merlin. You set him on a path of your choosing. Tonight you brought him triumph, but who knows what the future may hold for him."
Merlin was quiet for a moment before he grinned.
"Yeah, I don't know what it said on your invitation, but on mine it said celebration."
Gaius chuckled, while Arthur merely shook his head at Merlin, once a cheeky idiot, always a cheeky idiot.
"Point taken. Don't come back too late."
Gaius turned and left then, just as his Queen ambled her way up to Merlin a grin on her face. They stood together in silence until something caught Merlin's eyes and he smiled.
"You know what? I think our Sir Lancelot might have eyes for you Gwen."
Arthur growled because, of course Lancelot had eyes for his Queen, even back then, he'd thought Lancelot had been looking at Morgana – and it was still disturbing how beautiful his younger self found his sister – but of course he had been looking at Guinevere.
His Queen smiled and giggled.
"Don't be silly."
"What? So what if he did? Would that really be so bad?"
Gwen sighed.
"He's not really my type."
"Oh, well, there's a surprise. Sometimes, Guinevere I wonder if you'd know what your type was if he was standing right next to you."
And then – oh god, you have got to be kidding – his Queen gave Merlin this wistful look that frankly made Arthur want to have Merlin muck out the stables – actually screw mucking them out, have him live there!
He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes before sighing. He was here to see what he had missed before, not to become jealous at every one who merely looked at Guinevere, besides he was the one that won her in the end, not Merlin, or Lancelot.
"So, come on. Just for the sake of argument, if you had to, Arthur or Lancelot?"
Guinevere giggled.
"But I don't have to, and I never will."
Merlin let out an obviously fake sigh.
"Oh, you are no fun, Gwen."
His queen was about to retort but his younger self interrupted her by banging on the table.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in a toast to our new recruit, our new knight of Camelot, Sir Lancelot."
The scene changed and Arthur found himself once again in Gaius's chambers as both Lancelot and Merlin came stumbling down the stairs holding their heads in their hands and wincing at the early morning light. Arthur laughed, knowing a hangover when he saw one.
"Argh. Two yards of ale? Two miles, more like it."
Gaius greeted them with two drinks that from the looks of it were filled with his famous and most effective hangover cure. Both men took the drink but both looked uncertain and Gaius finally shook his head and spoke.
"Good morning, gentlemen, don't look at it, don't smell it, and don't ask what's in it, just down it in one."
Both men gave each other a look but did as Gaius said, and Arthur laughed at their horrified and disgusted, and disgruntled looks they came away with.
"Argh…"
"That was – horrible!"
Gaius chuckled.
"Yes well, better? Good. Can't have you nodding off on you first day on the job, Lancelot. Merlin, I do believe Arthur is used to it."
"Hey!"was Merlin's response, and then, "That's Sir Lancelot, if you don't mind."
All three men laughed but the moment was broken as three guards burst through the door, grabbing and dragging Lancelot from the room, leaving Gaius and Merlin staring after him.
The scene changed and Arthur found himself in the dungeons outside Lancelot's cell as Merlin came bounding down the stairs and stopped in front of the cell. He stood there in silence for a moment, his eyes on the floor before hesitantly he looked up.
"I don't know what to say to you, Lancelot."
Lancelot stood from where he was sitting and moved towards the bars.
"You're not to blame."
Merlin shook his head, his whole form radiating guilt and self-hate.
"Yes, I am. I pushed you. I screwed up again. I made you lie."
Lancelot shook his head.
"The choice was mine. My punishment is mine to bear, and mine to bear alone."
Merlin's eyes had fallen to the ground again and he shook his head, and Arthur could almost see him replaying Gwen's imprisonment.
"I wish there was something I could do."
"There is. You can stop blaming yourself."
Merlin shook his head.
"It was my fault."
"No it wasn't Merlin."
Merlin just shook his head, before turning and heading for the stairs. Arthur followed behind the servant as he made his way back to Gaius's chambers. The man opened the door and stepped in as the older man looked up from a book.
"Merlin?"
"Whatever you do, don't say ' I told you so'."
Gaius shook his head.
"I have no wish to gloat, Merlin. What's done is done. Here. Come and take a look at this. I realized my mistake. I've been looking for the creature in the wrong place, in the records of all known living things in the kingdom. And then I thought, but what about the creatures only recorded in legend? In prophecy? In myth? Then I discovered this."
Merlin moved over and bent down to look at the book. His eyes widened in recognition and he tapped the page.
"That is it! That's the monster!"
Gaius was about to respond until the warning bell tolled and both men looked at each other in horror. They scrambled over to the window as the beast swooped down and into the courtyard. The scene changed and Arthur found himself in the council chambers as his father stalked in followed closely by Gaius, Merlin, and his younger self.
Both Merlin and Gaius were giving each other looks and Arthur found that he could read the conversation they were having without speaking by just watching their eyes, and the way Merlin's mouth seemed tight with dread.
'You have to tell him!'
'The king will not believe us, Merlin.'
Here Merlin glared and gestured with his hands in a way that Arthur took as 'well, make him believe.' Finally after a long moment Gaius nodded and spoke.
'Sire, if I may?"
"Gaius?"
"I've been researching this creature, sire. I believe it to be a griffin."
"A griffin? What in the world is that?"
"The griffin is a creature of magic, Sire."
His father glared and turned away.
"I don't have time for this Gaius."
But Gaius didn't stop, just as Arthur remembered.
"It is born of magic, Sire, and it can only be killed by magic."
The king shook his head dismissing Gaius's statement just as Arthur remembered him doing, just like many a time before.
"You are mistaken. It's a creature of flesh and blood like any other. Arthur proved that today."
"I'm not so sure, Father. I think there may be some truth in what he says."
His father frowned.
"What truth?"
"The griffin was unharmed, Sire. Our weapons seemed useless against it."
The king scoffed and turned away once more.
"Useless? I think not. No, it's tasted our steel once; the next time will be its last. When will your knights be ready to ride again?"
His younger self sighed and he remembered being frustrated and full of dread at the prospect of facing the creature once more.
"An hour. Maybe two."
His father nodded his back still to the rest of the people in the room.
"Good. We finish this tonight."
The scene changed and Arthur found himself in Gaius's chambers once more as the two men gathered around the table that held the book that they had found the griffin in. Gaius bent to read it over once more and was absorbed in the text until Merlin spoke.
"Is it true? The griffin can only be killed by magic?"
Gaius looked up, his face grave.
"Yes, Merlin. I'm certain of it. If Arthur rides out against it, he'll die."
"Then he must be stopped. Uther must see reason."
"Where magic is concerned, our King is blind to reason. And yet…magic is our only hope."
"Surely – You're not suggesting…"
"It is your destiny, Merlin. The true purpose of your magic."
Merlin shook his head, looking terrified, unadulterated fear practically radiating from his very being, it was in the way he held himself and the way his pupils had dilated so far that you could barely see the whites of his eyes.
"You saw it, Gaius! I can't go up against that thing!"
"But if you do not, then Arthur will surely perish."
Merlin shook his head fast, his eyes wild.
"No! No! This is….this is madness! I don't have magic that powerful! There must be another way!"
"This is the only way."
Merlin shook his head, the movement jerky as he clenched his fists at his sides.
"Do you even care what happens to me? Oh, just do this, Merlin. Do that, Merlin. Go and kill the griffin, Merlin. Even thought the thing scares you half to death! Go! Go get killed! I'll just warm my feet by the fire."
Merlin had begun to pace and Gaius had to grab him by the shoulders to keep him still and get him to look at the older man, and Arthur knew he saw what Arthur saw, the pure terror in the blown blue pupils.
"Merlin! Merlin, look at me! You are the only thing I care about in this entire world. I would give my life for you without a thought. But for what? I cannot save Arthur, I do not have the power, and even if I did, it is not my destiny, you know."
Finally Merlin nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't know what else I can say."
"I'll say it for you. We have two hours to find a way to kill that thing."
The scene changed and Arthur found himself in Gaius's chambers still, looking towards the window he saw the sun had begun to set. Some time had passed then, both Merlin and Gaius were bent over what he could only assume was a spell book, an old and rusted dagger in front of Merlin.
"Bregdan anweald gafeluec!"
Nothing happened and Merlin slammed his head down on the table and groaned in the universal sound of frustration as Gaius lent a hand on his shoulders.
"Don't worry, Merlin. I know you're trying."
Merlin looked up, fire in his eyes.
"And I'm failing! And if Arthur dies because I'm not good enough…"
"Merlin…"
"Merlin!"
It was clear he was going to say something more but he didn't get the chance as the door slammed open and his Queen came running in. Merlin hurriedly covered the book with a few different parchments and turned to the distraught woman.
"Merlin! Lancelot's riding out to kill the griffin!"
Merlin looked panicked then.
"He's what?"
"I couldn't get him to stop, Merlin, he'll listen to you – "
She didn't get to finish because Merlin turned and ran and when the scene didn't change Arthur followed the man through the winding hallways at breakneck speed – and really who knew Merlin could run so fast? – until he finally skidded to a stop in front of Lancelot, who was in the process of saddling a white gelding. (1)
"I'm coming with you!"
Lancelot at him for a moment, before shaking his head.
"No, you're not."
He made a move to mount the horse but Merlin grabbed his arm and Arthur could see the steel in his electric blue eyes.
"Just try and stop me!"
Lancelot shook his head.
"Merlin, you're not a soldier."
"You said it yourself, Lancelot, Arthur needs all the help he can get. Now let's go!"
Lancelot sighed and nodded before Merlin sprinted towards the stables coming back in what seemed to be seconds with a fully saddled brown mare, with a nod he slid into the saddle and the two set off towards the forest at break neck speed.
The scene changed and Arthur found himself in the middle of a battlefield, Merlin was kneeling down beside his younger self with his hand on the pulse point in his neck, the man looked worried as all hell and visibly deflated in relief when must have finally felt a steady pulse.
"He's alive!"
Lancelot, who Arthur had just noticed, gave a nod, as the griffin gave a roar and flew into sight. Merlin nodded as Lancelot scrabbled over to the horse and into the saddle as Merlin handed him the lance that had fallen, forgotten, in the haste to check for survivors.
Lancelot's horse reared–
"Bregdan anweald gafeluec…."
Lancelot passed him by and Merlin raised his hands –
The griffin charged –
Bregdan anweald gafeluec
Lancelot charged -
"Bregdan anweald gafeluec!"
Nothing happened!
"Bregdan anweald gafeluec!"
Finally the spear flamed blue and Lancelot lanced it towards the creature striking it dead. The scene changed.
Arthur found himself outside the large double doors leading into the council room as Lancelot leaned up against the far wall, his head down, eyes closed, and his hands laced together in front of him so tightly that his knuckles shone snow white. Merlin rounded the corner and came to stand next to the man.
"What are they doing?"
Lancelot didn't look up.
"Deciding my fate."
Merlin grinned.
"But this is great! They'll restore your knighthood, of course they will! You killed the griffin!"
Lancelot looked up then, and his face was grave and hard, but his eyes kind, creating a living contradiction.
"But I didn't kill the griffin."
Merlin looked shocked and he followed the man as he walked farther out of earshot of the guards.
"I didn't kill the griffin, Merlin. You did."
Merlin shook his head, perhaps a bit too fast because Lancelot nodded his head as if it had confirmed something for him. Arthur had a good idea what that 'something' was. Lancelot had always been close to Merlin after all and nothing ties two people closer together than a secret.
"That's ridiculous."
"Bregdan Anweald…I heard you. I saw your eyes."
Merlin went stark white and Lancelot's stony expression softened.
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. But I cannot take the credit for what I did not do. There'll be no more lies from me, no more deceit. I've learned my lesson."
"What are you going to do?"
Lancelot sighed and straightened until he was standing at his full height.
"The only thing I can do!"
The scene changed as the large double doors were thrown open. Arthur found himself standing next to Merlin and Gaius in one of the towers. In the distance Arthur could see the fading red - almost maroon in the shadows of the trees - of Lancelot's cloak. Merlin and Gaius watched the fading figure until there could be nothing seen except the green of the trees. And although he didn't look away then, only then, did Merlin speak.
"Perhaps you were right, Gaius. Perhaps I should have never got involved."
Gaius shook his head and laid his hands on Merlin's shoulders.
"No Merlin, I was wrong. Lancelot needed you and you needed Lancelot. Your destinies were entwined….."
"Will he ever return?"
"That I cannot say."
"Till next time then, Sir Lancelot."
And as the scene changed, Arthur thought that even if he didn't know what was to come, he would still believe Lancelot would return, because the way Merlin said it, coming from Merlin, those words sounded almost like prophecy.
A/N (1) the technical term for a stallion ( a male horse, just like a female is a mare) that has been fixed so it can't reproduce.
Honestly how tragic, and beautiful was the finale? I bawled from the moment Arthur was stabbed through to the end. Which made it rather difficult to click on the right clip on YT...but anyway! I have so many ideas for fics to be added to 'Finally Free Falling' (My merlin one-shot collection) and doesn't this kind of make a lot - if not all - modern AU's kind of, sort of, cannon?
Now that I've seen the finale i can confidently say I'm taking this fic up to 5x10 and I'm trying to think of a way to take it up through 5x13. But because this started as a reveal fic (kind of) I'm not sure how i should do that. Perhaps a possible future? A warning of what Arthur needs to change to avoid his death?
Now as for the reason this was so late, I'm having a hard time fitting in time to write a chapter each week around all of my school work. So i think from now on this will be updated every other week. That way I have more time to work and i won't have to rush and feel that it's crap i can make sure i like it.
Question for you: If you've seen it, what were your thoughts on the series finale?
Bonus Question for you: How would you include 5x11 - 5x13 in this fic? Because honestly i'm at a loss.
REVIEW RESPONSE TIME! YAY! LOL
Kitkat: Thanks so much. I like Gwen and Arthur too, (which is wierd because i also like Merthur, and those two otp fandoms tend not to get along very well.) although i agree with you though that it isn't as great this season as it was in different seasons. I think it's because she's kind of more motherly towards him? (the comb scene?) Lean and Mithian you say? That would be really cute actually! Unfortunately our dear kingy does die, but i do like the way they did the magic reveal and ended it because it was more of an open ending (movies perhaps set in the modern day?) than if they had let Arthur live. Anyway your thoughts?
Thanks again!
Medchan: YAY a fellow Merthur shipper! Merlin/Gwaine could be cute two! And yes MerlinxFreya is sooo cute! I've never had so many pairing's that i love as i do in Merlin! I honestly wish your predication had came true! That would have been sooo sweet!
IndiaMoore: Bring on the bromance!
1983Sarah: Thanks so much!
IreneGypsy: I know, my names Abby (well techinally it's Abigail but i don't go by that. Unless my parents are yelling at me...then yeah.) But whenever i read something that has a main character or character with that name it's always spelt "Abbie" or "Abbey" and i never find it spelt Abby.
Yes i am on DA, i'm going to go send you a note right now!
Goodbye Merlin, i loved you, but every good thing has to come to an end, may you live on through your crazy and awesome fandom.