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For those of you reading this on Fanfic, hey its been a long time. I have been reworking the story on AO3 and decided to finally finish it. If you want you can go back and read part 1, now with less spelling mistakes. There have also been a few changes made to the story but nothing major. I plan to try and update once a week if I can. This is the first full new chapter I've written for the story in a very long time. Its the most I've written of anything in a very long time. So I hope its not to bad.

The snow had started falling heavy overnight. Falling only lightly in the early morning as the sun blocked by clouds rose into the sky, as Lancelot set off on his now routine journey to Nemeth. It was expected to be the last of the snow to fall, for a while anyway. Instead it picked up again when the knight was too far away form the city to turn back and close enough to his destination to keep going. Keeping his head down, looking up only for a few seconds at a time when he had to keep his horse steady. Feeling the snow slow a little Lancelot took the chance to try and get a better look at his surroundings. He seemed to have only been forced a little off course. He was now riding a few feet from a lightly frozen river. It looked fairly solid, but he was sure he even on foot would only make it a few steps before the ice gave out under him and he would be submerges in icy water. Despite how cold he already was the thought of the icy cold water set a shiver down his spine.

After a while the show began to ease off again. Letting out a sigh of relief the knight let himself relax a little and took a moment to take in the beauty of the white blanket that covered the land. Like giving the world a blank slate to start afresh form. With a little forceful coaxing he was able to get his horse back onto the right path. At least what he thought was the right path or at least as close to it as he could get.

The horse's hoofs made steady progress through the snow. unable to see the ground that they where travelling over the horses front leg stood on a almost hidden rock. The rock was slippery and the hoof slide right off it. Forcing the horse to its knees. Only slightly irritated by the incident The horse quickly pulled itself up again and slowly began moving forward again.

The knight that rode on his back however was not as lucky. Taken completely by surprise he began to fall from the saddle. Only able to steady himself as the horse bent down. When the horse quickly pulled themselves up he was not fully back in the saddle. So the quick thrust upward cased him to fall suddenly from the saddle. It was not a long fall. It would have not cased any real injury, except for the other rocks hidden under the snow, which the loyal knight of Camelot was unfortunate enough to hit his head on.

His vison became foggy. He was not sure if this is was because of the blow to the head or the snow that was all he could see, his head lying in it. His vison faded to black, but he could hear the sound of his horse making their way away from him. He doubted to get help. They also choose to rub salt in the wound, by walking away from him at such a slow pace.

The snow once again began to lightly fall. Not quit ready to leave its work of blanketing the world in a fine white powder. The bright red on Lancelot's cloak was all that could be seen of him after a few minutes of falling snow. It was enough luckily for him to be noticed by someone that recognised the colour well

A feeling of warmth began to slowly wash over the unconcise knight. The warmth seemed to come from the rough blanket that lay over him scratching at his skin. His eyes twitched but did not open fully. Small spots of little played out in-front of him. As a faint smell of wood burning and a hint of some cooking began to draw him back into the land of the living.

As his eyes fully opened he was looking up at a wooden frames and earth. Taking in a deeper breath he could smell musty earth underneath the now stronger smell of cooking. a vegetable heavy stew he was sure. Turning his slightly spinning head from side to side he took in more of his surroundings. It was a small hole in the wall. More accurately a hole in a hill most like. As his head stopped spinning he became aware of the tiny sounds of cooking from the area at the foot of the bed he was laying on. Taking in another deep breath and bracing himself for his head to spin again, Lancelot carefully began to pull his upper body up a little.

A groan escaped his lips that finally caught the attention of the other occupant of the small room, that had been busy cooking in a small pot over a fire pit in the the center of the room with their back to the knight. Turing quickly round they walked over toward the bed, a bowl of a watery stew in their right hand.

"Easy now, there it plenty of food." They said with a slightly forced smile.

Placing the bowl on a small table by the side of the bed they placed a hand behind Lancelot and the other on his arm they helped him sit up and lean back against the wall. Still not looking him in the eye, they picked the bowl up and handed it to the confused knight.

"Lady Morgana."

"Your lucky, there's some meat today."

She gestured down to the bowl and turned and walked back to the fire pit. Lancelot watched her, not moving to pick up the bowl. He said her name again, asking to make sense of the strange situation he found himself in. He knew many would feel ill at ease in the hovel of a witch, but he felt confused more than nervous. Turning her head to face him, she seemed to sigh a little.

"You were lucky I needed to collect water today. All your fingers remain, so you couldn't have been out there long. I'm sorry I found no trace of your horse." He nodded a little things becoming clearer, as his head started to stop spinning. "Where were you going in such weather."

"Nemeth."

It was her turn now to nod in understanding. "what was so important that you travelled in much weather." He lowered his eyes from her. "Running from something or to something." She add a little hopefully.

"A bit of both I think." He answered Honestly.

Morgana nodded a little. "Glad we can still be honest with each other." A more comfortable atmosphere now in the hovel, she turned to begin clearing the table.

"Why are you here."

Morgana now facing him, leaned back against the large table near the centre of the room. "You should eat before it goes cold." She said trying to change the subject. Lancelot didn't press his question any further, but he didn't move to pick up the bowl either. The honourable knight would never eat before a lady, especially once that had helped him. Morgana quickly realised what was bother him. "I've already eaten, I was just keeping it warm for you."

Not wanting to discus it any further she again turned away from him and busied herself cleaning the table of the evidence of her cooking. Lancelot taking the time now looking properly at Morgana he could see that she looked thinner that he remembered her being. He doubted that she had truly eaten already. Words of protest were about to leave his mouth, when another thought crossed his mind.

"How did you bring me here." Looking at her he doubted she would have been able to carry him, especially on her own.

Turning her head slightly to look at him, a Small smile spread across her face. "Magic."

Snow continued to fall off and on for most of the next day. Once Lancelot was able to stand without his head spinning Morgana allowed him to get up from the bed. A change Lancelot was very pleased with. Not only did he dislike laying around while someone else did all of the work, he also felt guilty at taking a young ladies bed and the larger half of most of her food. He tried to argue over these points, but Morgana stood firm. He had suffered a head injury, lost consciousness and was exposed to freezing temperatures for neither knew how long. He needed rest. They didn't mention that he was making this dangerous journey to another kingdom to inform them of the threat to Camelot and ask for some aid. She was just as stubborn over this as he knew her brother to be.

He didn't ask why she didn't use her magic to heal him. A simple head injury wouldn't be difficult to heal he was sure. Shu must have her reasons. What they could be should worry him, but they didn't. He was sure that she was here, close to Camelot, so that she could aid them against this new threat. He was also very sure that she was choosing to save her magic, her energy for when she would truly need it. Fixing a blow to the head was not important in the greater scheme of things.

The next day after they had eaten what constituted a midday meal and with the snow seemingly stopping, Lancelot made ready to leave. Morgana looked around the large table for any food that she could spare. Finding now, her eyes landed on something that would be of as much use she hoped.

Lancelot fastened his cloak and moved towards the door. Stopping as Morgana called to him. He turned to face her as she walked towards him. Holding out what seemed to be a cores brown blanket of some kind. Taking it in his hands, he unfolded it to find that it was a large, thick cloak.

"It has a enchantment on it, it keeps it warm." He was reluctant to keep it, so he handed it back toward her. "You'll need it more than me."

With a defeated sigh he fastened the extra cloak around his neck. A steady warmth washed over him. He was more used to magic than most. Being one of Merlin's secret keepers. He believed what she said about the cloak being enchanted, but it was something else to feel it for himself. Looking out through the single small window all he could see was white. The snow hadn't fallen for a few hours now, but it still lay as a clean white sheet over all that he could see. He was defiantly going to need the extra source of warmth.

"Thank you Lady Morgana." He said with a slight bow of his head.

The lady fought back a smile. He had insisted on call her my her title. It had been a little sweet at first but was getting a little irritating. It seemed to have worked its wall around to being slightly endearing again. She had began to meet such formality in kind. "Your welcome Sir Lancelot."

She had tried to convince him to wait for the snow to have stopped for a while longer before setting off. Particularly because he would now have to make the rest of his journey on foot. Much like herself and her brother, the knight in question could be just as stubborn when he choose to be. She didn't know him well. What she did know she knew form Merlin and Gwen. She was sure that he was not used to and did not feel comfortable with relying on anyone else. It was also something that she had grown uncomfortable with too. Neither been ones for many words parted with a small smile and words of good luck.

It was only now standing by the open door, with the full light of day on them that Lancelot got a proper look at the witch. She had some colour to her checks, but that like his own he was sure came form the cold. Though she wore a large coat with a firm trim, she still shivered at the harsh cold blowing in from the open door. He knew she was thinner than she had been the last time he saw her, but now seeing how the large coat dwarfed her, he realised how fragile she really looked. He knew that her, like Merlin's seemingly lacking psychical strength did not mean that they were unable to defend themselves, far from it. The fact remained however that she was a young woman alone in a hovel in a snow covered forest, not at full health. He was a knight, his duty was to protect the people of Camelot. Didn't Morgana fall into that category.

This was the question that bothered him as he very slowly made his way through the snow covered forest. She had been an enemy, she may still be his enemy again. In the fight they now seemed to find themselves in she was an ally. An ally that from what Merlin had told him a few months ago, when he had needed someone to talk to, had been through a great deal at the hands of their shared enemy. Who was alone in an exposed position.

Quickly before he had the chance to change his mind. turned and headed back the way he had come.

Morgana closed the door behind her. Blocking out the cold as much as she could. Pulling her coat a little tighter around herself she let herself show how cold she truly felt. Her back to the door she walked as close to the small fire burning in the pit as she could. Holding her hands out in-front of herself to heat them. All it would take was one small word or just a thought and the fire would grow in size and warmth. If she did this the small hovel would quickly fill with smoke and she would be unable to breath. So she made do with the thick coat and the small fire.

The red flames danced in-front of her reflecting in her pale green eyes. They took in all of her focus, till she didn't even notice the cold anymore. A light knock at the door took her by such great surprise that she didn't know what to do at first. As she slowly turned to face the door there was another knock. Whoever it was they were very polite.

"Yes." Her confused voice call out, realising that the knocking would carry on till she answered them. There could only be one person that would be this formal.

The door almost hesitantly began to open. The knight first stuck his head through the door. "My lady."

"Good sir knight." She mocked, trying to keep a straight face. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your speedy return."

Realising how ridicules such use of titles and formality was in such a situation Lancelot with a accepting nod admitted to it. "The snow seems to have been on the same path as I." Morgana looked a little confused. "My path is blocked by deeper snow. I don't wish to be in need of rescue again." He very slowly began to walk into the hovel." I don't think I would be so fortunate to have a such a saviour again. So I'm afraid I ask to impose on your hospitably again."

Morgana let out an execrated sigh and made a show of crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't believe him, but she wasn't going to press the matter. "You will have to pull your weight this time. You're no longer injured."

Lancelot didn't nod in agreement. instead he smiled a wide smile. The biggest smile she believed she had ever seen on his face. He always seemed to serious to her. The enchanted cloak that she had gifted him, that he had pulled closed around himself was now flung open as he held out a small rabbit. A proud look on his face.

Holding back a equally wide smile, Morgana crossed the small hovel to take the game form him. Taking it in her hands she realised that the rabbit, while small was heavier than she had expected. There would be more meat on its bones for them to eat a filling and warm meal tonight.

"You can stay."

She teased as she quickly moved back to the table to begin preparing the feast they were about to enjoy. Holding back a laugh Lancelot moved to help Morgana with the cooking. He may still be a guest, but he was also a knight and she was a lady. The sister of his king. Feeling more comfortable with her, that they were on equal footing now, though she had been joking about him pulling his weight, he was not going to be put off from doing what he could.

Over the next two days the snow slowly, but certainly began to melt and the world under it began to peak out into the light again. A routine in the hovel naturally developed. They made general conversation, exchanging stories of those they both knew. Being carful not to bring up either Gwen or Gwaine to much. During the days Lancelot needing something to do began working on more tightly securing the beams that held the roof up. As he did this Morgana moved around the hovel, managing to avoid getting in his way. With spring coming she felt the need to finally get around to taking stock of what she had on hand. Many of the jars and bottles she found were either empty or there contents could no longer be used. As she finished this task she began making a list of all the things she needed to replenish. She even began making plans in her head for where she would have to go to get these items and when the best time to go would be. It felt strange at first to be thinking in to the future in a way that wasn't about planning an attack or a defensive of one, but it also felt nice. At night Morgana had the bed back and Lancelot slept on the ground. On top of a rough blanket, covered by a less rough one next to the fire pit.

On the third night after only a few hours of sleep Lancelot was woken by a rustling noise that began to get louder. With a groan and some effort he forced his eyes open and pushed his upper body up with his elbows. He looked around the small hovel he had become very familiar with in the faint light. It did not take long to figure out where the noise was coming from. Morgana was tossing and turning. Clearly having one of her visions. He had heard about them form many people that had witnessed the witch experiencing them, but never seen it himself.

Moving onto his knees he carefully moved a little closer to the bed, calling out gently the witches name. She didn't seem to hear him. Calling again, he was started to reach out to try and wake her. With his hand a few inched form her shoulder, Morgana suddenly pulled herself from sleep and lifted her upper body up a little to asses her surroundings.

"Sorry." She offered in a strained voice.

Not sure what to do with his outstretched arm, he held it out for a few seconds before lowering and moving to a sitting position on the cold ground. "What did you see."

It had started of like many of her most resent visons of things to come, that she never sully understand. A battlefield filled with bodies under a red sky. Lifting her right arm up, though she didn't know why. She saw a pool of bright red blood, that began to drip onto the ground. She had felt her vision blurry and she was sure she was about to faint. The sound of her name being called form seemingly far way was the last thing she remembered before she found herself back where she had laid down to sleep. There was nothing in any of this that she thought was of any importance. So she choose not to tell the knight sitting near the end of the bed anything. She lightly shock her head and shrugged her shoulders in answer.

He could just make her out in the faint evening light. Even from that he could tell that she did not want to talk about her vision so he didn't push the matter any further.

"I did say you should keep the bed. Its waisted on me." Morgana tried to make light of the situation.

He let the matter drop, but he didn't join her in making light of the matter. "Can I get you anything, water-"

"We don't have much left."

He nodded realising she was right. "The snow is nearly gone, we can get some water tomorrow."

Morgana thinking this conversation may go one for a while moves to sit up fully. "You'll be able to continue your journey."

"Yes." He agreed. Though he sounded a little unsure.

"I'm sure the princess Mithian will be grieved at having to wait for the visit of such a noble knight." She teased, again trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Lancelot choose to to respond to this. Over the last few days after his admitting that he may be running towards something, Morgana had started to imply that he may have a chance of begging a relationship with the princess Mithian. At first he worried that she may be using magic to see his thoughts. When it became clear that she was perceptive, but not reading his thoughts he brushed off such comments. He did so again now, but choose to ask a direct question, they had been avoiding talking about. "What do I tell Arthur."

While they had avoided talk of certain people for obvious reasons, this was the first time either had brought up Arthur in a more present tense. "I don't know, I don't to make a promise I will have to break."

He nodded in understanding. "I won't tell him or Gwen that you saved me." She laughed a little. "But I have to tell Gwaine something." She was about to protest, but he went on. "Arthur and Gwen have matters they need to-"

"Getting married, you mean." She bite cruelly. Regretting it the second she said it. In the dark she couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew he must look hurt. "I'm sorry."

"No, your right."

"No I shouldn't lash out and try to hurt you."

"It doesn't hurt me. It makes me feel disloyal-"

"You are brave and honourable and kind. A true knight. Any women would be fortunate to be loved by you." She said in total sincerity with a little sadness.

He seemed to try and shack of her kind words, but felt touched by them. "If only it were that simple."

"Do you love her still." She gentle pressed.

He took a moment to answer, making her worry she had offended him again. "I will always love her, but I don't wish for something that can never be."

"Wise." Morgana tried to joke, earning a small laugh from the knight.

"I am happy for her and Arthur, I wish them all the happiness in the world." He meant every word she knew.

"As do I." She said in a low voice. "That is why they don't need to know-"

"But Gwaine dose and He loves you as well."

Morgana could not make a quick reply, she leaned back against the wall at the head of the bed. "I know, but i can't see him hurt."

"You love him."

"Always."

begrudgingly he let the matter go. Merlin had told him of where the witch had spent much of the time she had been way from Camelot and why. He knew why she would want to keep the people she loved away.

"How do you do it."

"Do what." Lancelot asked as he moved to lean against the end of the bed.

"You put them first. Merlin, Gwen. If they had to choose, they would choose Arthur over you." She didn't say this to be mean. Morgana sincerely wanted to know how to do it. How to be a better person like the noble Lancelot.

Lancelot again took some time to answer. "I don't think you can quantify how much you love someone, or they love you. It's not something to be measure or balanced out." Morgana sighed a little. While true this didn't offer her any real help. "In the end, all you can do it what you believe is right and damn the consequences. "In the faint light he was just able to make out Morgana tensing up in attention. "It's the unofficial creed of the knights of the round table. Arthur said it was the creed of the bravest knight ever to have lived."

"My father, Gorlois." She held in back but he thought she sounded close to tears. That Arthur still thought so highly of her father.

"I would have liked to meet him."

Morgana let out a sob. "He would have liked you."

Sliding down the side of the bed, Lancelot reached out his hand again. This time he didn't drop it, but took hold of Morgana's hand. Giving it a reassuring squeeze. She let out another soft sob, squeezing it back.

"There's a lot to get done tomorrow. We should try and sleep."

Morgana said as she took her hand back and curled up under her blanket. Though she didn't believe she would get much more sleep. Lancelot rearranged his blankets and set them up next to the bed. Where Aithusa used to sleep. It was oddly comforting.

The next day they kept busy, not wanting to dwell on the previous nights conversation. There was no need to talk more of such things. By the day after that the snow was all but gone. It was time for Lancelot to continue his journey. With his gift around his neck and a small sack of food, that Morgana insisted he take with him, the knight was ready to report. They stood by the open door, not sure what to do or say. Hugging didn't seem right. Not to mark the significance of the moment seemed equal as wrong.

Lancelot broke the silence. "I wont tell anyone that you were my saviour-"

Morgana let out a laugh she didn't expect. "Don't tell you think the same as Arthur. That you would rather be dead than saved by a girl." OF course she understood what he was really saying. "Thank you."

"I wasn't finished." The traces left by her smile began to fall. "Except Merlin." Morgana scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. "He cares about you Morgana." She avoided looking him now. "When he told me of what you suffered I have never seen him so angry. He wanted to tell Arthur, Gwaine." As he spoke She turned to met his eyes again. "I managed to stop him. I agreed with you that telling them now would do no good. I know you are strong, but you don't have to be alone."

Accepting what she was told, but not replying to it Morgana let out a sigh and looked at the forest around them that was starting to come back into life. "If you want to get to Nemeth before nightfall you should be on your way."

While not as charming or forward as Gwaine, Lancelot felt a little brave. Quickly he took her hand in his and lay a chased kiss upon it. "Thank you for hospitality lady Morgana."

Morgana held back a laugh as she did a half curtsy. "Safe travels sir Lancelot."

They laughed a little as he moved to restart his journey. After a few steps he turned back and gave a small wave that Morgana returned. she didn't watch him walk away she quickly returned to the hovel where it was a little warmer. She had been alone here before, for weeks before Lancelot turned up. She was used it it, but it felt different now. Much of the time after she had sent Aithusa away she had spent curled up on the bed. She wasn't going back to that, so she made her self busy putting away the breakfast things from the table.

It took her a minute to notice the bright red cloak hug over the back of one of the chairs. With a sigh at the helplessness of men she picked it up and began to fold it.

The sound of the door being opened cut through the quiet. At least he was not so formal this time. With a roll of her eyes she turned to face the opening door.

"Forget some..."

Her words feel way as she found herself facing someone that she had not expected. Someone she should have expected would not be as formal or polite as to knock.

Hope you enjoyed the new chapter. As always any feed back or comments you have are very much appreciated. I would really love to know if you have any ideas or advice for writing battle scenes and magical fights, any examples of well written ones, because I have no idea how I'm going to do it.

In rewriting this story I've wanted to add more Lancelot. I had no strong feelings for him in the show. Since then I've seen the actor that plays him Santiago Cabrera in the BBC show the musketeers. where he plays Aramis. Who is more of a Gwaine like character. Who has been a bit of a help in writing that character here. If you haven't seen it I would recommend the show its really good. I'm not sure if its still on Netflix or not. If you have you get a reference in this chapter. Also when I was looking for ideas for the story from the legend. There was a story were Morgan le Fay took care of a injured Lancelot and fell in love with him. He rejected her and that was part of why she exposed his affair with Guinevere. That's not going to happen here, but it did give me a excuse to have the characters interact. Mainly I wanted to give him a bigger and happier role in the story. I hope it works.