Hiya! It's Eleanor again! (And Cafwinky!) I'm back from, well... (Raxacoricofallapatorius) Let's just say I'm back!(And aboot time too, lad!) ) last week's poem, a lovely poyum of loveliness, was Vivian, as everyone guessed correctly! Even me! :P well done everyone! (Prize for this week - A Bloodguard dagger. I recently watched Katie's and Bradley's commentary for S3E1, and couldn't help but notice the shiny shiny dagger of awesomeness. EXCEPT Laughy-Taffy the Grape - Who gets something else.. I dunno, one of her own *hem I mean Morgana's* mirrors. Something with no sharp edges.)

So... Everyone enjoy Harry Potter? Yes? Everyone sad that their childhood is officially over? Y-yes? ...sorry, *sniff* just give me a minute... Ok, ok... Hehe I went to go and see it again today for my little brother's birthday party. I invited Catherine on the spur of the moment, but there was a mix-up in communication and she didn't come after all. She felt so bad about it, bless her!(I do! I left her pray to a group of twelve year old boys.. :P) Aww! :) I love you Catherine! I don't know about Catherine but I'm pretty stressed at the moment about university applications and shizzbangles. Trying to decide what unis you want to go to and what courses! *sigh* they just kinda heap it on you all at once, and I'm not good with stress! Catherine can vouch for that, she saw me at exam time! :P (And okay, seriously.. Eleanor that is stupid. Can we at least wait till we get our results back before we start fretting. Oh wait, you are going to get five A's I guess. Let's go to uni together! You know how much you liked St Andrews...! But then I need the grades too. Ah, I'll join you in your sigh of dispair. *sigh*)

As for review repliness -

Annonymus - You are correct! And well done, my new friend! :)

As for "Uthy is a Babe" - Yeah, Ellie, I started trying to re-read that review you sent, but I keep zoning out. Something about Azkaban, dementors and wi-fi. Oh, and I'm a smexy beast. I got that part. ;) You ARE a babe, Uthykins. You ARE a babe. x

Erm, I wrote this week's poem at about 2am Tuesday morning cos I couldn't sleep. Also, Catherine wrote one last week completely of her own volition (ooh fancy word!) so I felt I owed her! So here it is, the product of my 'blood sweat and tears' (haha, see what I did there?) ;) my poem!

POV - Ellie/Audience/Us!

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Important things were rearranged
For you to get a job
Changing royal nappies, well,
You showed you weren't a snob.

To keep the secret under wraps
You sprinkled pixie dust
But, Tinkerbell, she did not fly
Her nanny she did trust.

You prepared the little girl
To one day marry with
The handsome prince of Camelot
Yet true love was a myth.

The young girl grew, a clumsy thing
Endearing though to all
You kept her secret well although
Pride comes before a fall.

The time had come, the years paid off
For now you'd truly see
Your girl, a queen of Camelot
Victory for the Sidhe.

You'd had no time for games of love
Thanks to the bigger plan
But now you found yourself drawn to
A certain healing man.

Things were going very well, you
Rejoiced at your success
But then the plot was compromised
Merlin, the magic pest.

You told on him, what else to do?
He threatened twenty years
Of your hard work and sacrifice
Of blood, pain, sweat and tears.

Yet Merlin shot the elder down
With the dangerous staff
And thanks to trigger-happy boy
The plan was cut in half.

The vaults a place of mystery
An odd place for a date
Naïve you stumbled in the trap
An ambush laid in wait.

Trapped! The boy had sealed you in
You had nowhere to go
Your boyfriend he had let you down
And filled you up with woe.

You showed your hurt and heartbreak with
One longing (lol, pun) lick
You screamed to show your angriness
You were one p-ed off chick.

Soon enough you found you could
Blow off those darn big gates
You hurried off to stop their plan
Alas, you were too late.

The warlock kept you busy while
Your charge was being 'healed'
The potion worked, and the
Sidhe plot Was finally revealed.

And then your life was at an end
More blood on Merlin's hands
You'll miss that second date, but, well
We're sure he understands.

And there you have it. Should be able to guess this week's poem.
Though have fun trying to spell the name - I mean, you had enough trouble with Myror before. MWAH HA HAAA!

If you sneezed, bless you. Bless your face regardless. Eleanor - Bless your ginger hair, and I'll see you before next week is out ;) . Peace off.

FORTHELOVEOFCAMELOT!