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DISCLAIMER: MERLIN ISN'T MINE. ONLY ELIZABETH MALINOR.

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Morgana burst into my chambers. "I told Uther that I helped you."

I groaned. "Why did you do that? He never suspected you."

"Because I can't let you take the blame for all of this. I helped you hide the Druid boy."

"But Morgana...you really shouldn't have. What did Uther say?" I asked.

"He yelled at me, and now he won't speak to me until I apologize." She answered.

I rolled my eyes. "You are a complete fool."

She smiled and nodded. "Yes, but I'm your fool."

I needed help, and I think there was only one person I could go to for that help. I had spoken with Morgana about it, and she agreed with me. So I sat down and waited in Arthur's room for him to come back. He eventually did, and sarcastically said. "Make yourself at home."

"This is no time to joke. You can't let Uther execute the boy." I said.

"You're lucky he's not executing you." Arthur said harshly. "Are you telling me he really was behind the screen when I came to search your chambers."

"Reverse psychology." I said, not meeting his eyes and tapping the table in front of me. "It's a doozy, eh?" I sighed, looking back up. "I know you believe that the execution is too harsh of a sentence for the boy."

"What I believe doesn't matter. My father's made up his mind. He won't be talked out of it. I tried." Arthur said, grabbing a goblet.

I smiled a little. "I'm glad to know you tried." I shrugged it off. "Then the time for talking is over." I said, standing up to follow Arthur.

"Whatever you're thinking is not going to happen." Arthur said.

I shook my head. "We have to get the boy back to his people. You know that."

"No. Forget it." Arthur said. I started getting frustrated. I didn't understand why I loved Mordred so much, but damn it, since I did, I was going to save him as best as I could.

"I cannot believe that you'd let an innocent child died." I pointed out, trying to make him feel bad.

"It's too late." Arthur said. "He's been caught. I have no choice." He said, turning away from me.

"It's never too late. And there are always choices." I say, using what Arthur said in season three. "Is this how you will rule when you are King? Like a pompus jerk?" He turned around, and I went to stand next to him. "You're not like your father."

He shrugged me off. "I will not betray him."

I had to keep trying. "If I know you at all, you will not stand by and let this happen. This Arthur Pendragon," I said, gesturing to him up and down. "Is not the Arthur Pendragon I know."

He turned around from me. "Please." I said. "If you will not do this for the boy," I gently touched his arm. Come on, dazzle! "Then do it for me."

I could see Arthur smiling from the angle I was standing on. Oh, that's right bitches, I won! I broke out into a huge smile, "Thank you."

"How do you know I said yes?" He asked, turning around to face me.

I gently smacked him in the stomach. "Because this is the Arthur Pendragon I know." I said smugly.

I fetched Morgana, and about five minutes later, Merlin came into the room. Morgana, Arthur, and I all turned our heads towards the door.

"Sorry. Was I interrupting something?" Merlin asked.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with." Arthur told him. "Go make yourself useful. Go muck out my horses."

Merlin's about to leave, but I opened my mouth without thinking, "We trust Merlin." Because I trusted Merlin with everything, as he trusted me with everything.

Arthur gestured him in, and Merlin walked in. "We're going to break the Druid boy out of the dungeons." Arthur told him.

"You can't do that." Merlin protested.

"We have to." I said.

Morgana nodded in agreement. "Uther's gonna execute him at dawn."

"I mean...it's too dangerous. You've already been caught once." He said, pointing at me. "And if the King catches you a second time he will never forgive you." he said, walking farther into the room. "And Morgana, you confessed to the King that you helped Lizzie. He won't forgive you either."

I shook my head. "We're not worried for ourselves."

"Merlin's right." Arthur pointed out, and Morgana and I whipped our head to face him. "When my father finds out the boy's escaped, he will suspect the both of you being involved."

"It's suicide." Merlin said.

"You two must go to my father and apologize. Dine with him. He cannot hold you two responsible if you're with him when the boy escapes," Arthur suggested.

"You need us if the plan is to work. You can't do this on your own." I said.

Arthur thought about it, then smiled. "Merlin will take your place."

"Me?" He asked.

"Is there another Merlin in this room?" I asked sarcastically.

Merlin just gave me a look as Arthur stood up to stand next to Merlin. "I'm going to take the boy out through the burial vaults. There's a tunnel that leads beyond the city walls. Get my horse from the stables and meet me there. There's a grate that covers the entrance to the tunnel. Bring a rope and a grappling hook to pull it off."

Merlin started shaking his head. "No, I can't..."

"Merlin. Do you understand?" Arthur asked firmly. "If you're not there to meet us, we will surely be caught."

"Merlin," I said, getting his attention. He turned to face me. "Please. Do this. If not for the boy, then do it for me. For us." I said, gesturing to Arthur and Morgana.

He had a painful look in his eye, but he nodded. Arthur nodded and left. I remembered something that Kilgharrah mentioned, and I decided to clear something up.

I put the torch in front of me to get a better view of Kilgharrah's face. "Why should I not protect the Druid boy?"

"You seek my counsel, and yet you choose to ignore it." He said.

"Not like you give good counsel." I pointed out sarcastically. "Just tell me why."

"If the boy lives, the young Sorcerer and the Once and Future King cannot fulfill their destinies. And you cannot either, in a way." He told me.

"What's he got to do with my destiny?" I asked, beginning to pace. "I mean, Merlin's and Arthur's I get. But mine I don't. You said my destiny was to use the knowledge that I have at my disposal. But I feel like suddenly, everything I know is wrong. With Mordred, I just felt like I needed to protect him. Protect him from the entire world. Am I connected to the Druid boy? Why do I feel such a connection, that is just like one Morgana had with him?" I asked Kilgharrah, confused as hell.

"In your question, you have your answer." he said cryptically.

I threw my arm that wasn't holding the torch to my side. "What does that even mean? Unless you give me a proper answer as to why I shouldn't protect Mordred, I will continue to protect this boy with all my power."

"That boy is connected to your destiny like a double edged sword. Be careful to choose as to what end you grab. Both have great consquences." He informed me.

"Now what does that mean? You are harder to figure out than the Sunday papers crossword." I said, stomping my foot. "How is he connected to me? Why is he connected to me? And unless you tell me, I will make sure that you spend the rest of your days in this little cave."

"You cannot do that." He said angrily.

I tapped the side of my forehead. "I was brought here by you because of my foreshadowing knowledge. Here I am using it." I said smugly. "Now tell me." I said furiously, fed up with him.

He sighed, but he could tell that I was dead serious. "Think of one edge of the sword as the Warlock and the Once and Future King. Think of the other as the Druid boy and the young Witch. You must decide what end to grab." He said, sitting up on his rock.

It took a minute before it dawned on me. " Wait. Are you telling me, that my destiny either lies with Merlin and Arthur, or Morgana and Mordred?" I asked, disbelieving.

He just gave me a look before standing up on his rock. "Wait! NO! NO! GOD DAMMIT, STOP DOING THAT! IT'S A CAVE, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO GO ANYWAY?!" I shouted after him. I groaned and made my way back to my chambers. No good, dirty rotten, Dragon!

Later, Gwen helped me get ready for the dinner with Uther. Morgana was already ready, so she was sitting in her chambers waiting for me.

Gwen fastened the clasp of my necklace. "Thank you." I said, turning around to face her. Gwen had an unsettling look on her face, so I asked, "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"You and Morgana are risking so much for this boy. You don't know anything about him. You don't even know his name." She said.

That was where you are wrong, my dear sweet Guinevere. "There is a bond between us."

"Stronger than the bond you have with Uther?" she asked.

"It's something that I can't explain. It's nothing that I've ever felt before." I said truthfully. "Perhaps I was meant to help him. Perhaps he's the double edged sword that is my destiny." I said, thinking about what Kilgharrah said.

"How can that be?" she asked.

"I don't know. I told you, I can't explain it. Trust me Gwen, I wish I didn't feel this way. I really do. But there is nothing to stop it now. I'm too far in." I said.

Gwen was about to ask what I mean, I could tell by the look on her face, so I quickly said, "I must go to Morgana. We have to go to Uther."

I turned and left, but Gwen's voice caused me to pause. "Good luck. To the both of you."

I nodded and leave to Morgana's chambers. We greeted each other silently, and we both walked into the dining room. The guards opened the door to allow us in. Morgana and I stood at the foot of the table, and I spoke up first.

"I-we, have come to apologize, my Lord. You have been generous, kind, and fair." I said in a shakey voice. Ooh, yes, I was a good actress! "And I owe you everything. You took me in. What more could I have asked for?" I looked down and a tear slipped from my eye. Whoa, was I really that good? "I truly don't know what came over me. It was, a child. You know I have a terrible weakness for them. I acted without thinking of the consequences. My female instincts took over, causing me to act without even being able to comprehend what I was doing. My behaviour truly is unforgivable." More tears slipped down my cheeks as I finished. Thank the Merlin Gods for giving me good acting!

Morgana nodded. "I was feeling the exact same way my Lord. You took me in as if I was one of your own. My behaviour is also unforgivable."

Uther nodded. "I am glad that the two of you have seen sense. Dine with me. Let's put this unfortunate incident behind us." Uther said, clearing his throat.

Morgana and I both smiled at him gratefully, and sat down. Hopefully Arthur and Merlin could get Mordred out of Camelot!

As we were finishing up, the warning bell sounded. Well, at least half our plan had worked so far.

"Guards." Uther called and the doors opened and a guard walked in. "Find out why they have sounded the warning bell."

"Yes, my Lord." He said and went off to do as he was told.

Morgana and I just shared secret looks. Merlin had better go! I remembered how he was initially going to let Mordred die. I decided there and then that if he let Mordred die, then I would never forgive him. Don't ask me why. This whole time with Mordred has changed who I was as a person.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, the guards walked back in. "My Lord. I regret to report that the Druid boy has escaped from the dungeons."

"What?" Uther asked angrily, clearly outraged. He stood up and set his glass down. "How?"

"My Lord, he was assisted by some accomplices. The Guards are searching Camelot as we speak." he answered.

Morgana discreetly looked to me. I could tell in her eyes that she was as relieved as I was that Mordred was making his way out of Camelot.

"Find him, and his accomplices, and kill them." Uther said in a cold, hate filled voice. I tried not to vomit my dinner. He would seriously kill a little boy? I shivered at the thought of what he would do if he found out that Arthur was the one to smuggle him out of the castle in the end.

"Yes, my Lord." He answered, and they left, closing the doors behind them.

Uther then looked to us. "If I discover that you two were somehow involved with freeing this boy, the consequences will be extremely severe." He said in a scarily calm voice. Sometimes I wondered why my parents left me in Uther's custody. He couldn't even treat his own son right!

I shook my head. "My Lord, you know we respect you too much to ever betray you like that."

Morgana nodded. "And we were both with you here all night." She pointed out.

Uther pretty much ignored what we said. "I made promises to your fathers that I would protect the two of you. But if either of you cross me again, I will break those promises without a second thought."

After a stare down between the three of us, Uther left the room. As soon as he did, I let out the huge breath that I had been holding since the guard said that Mordred escaped.

Morgana took my hand and squeezed it excitedly. "We did it, Lizzie. The boy is safe."

I nodded. "But at what cost?" I asked. "Uther will not forget this. He will never fully trust us again."

"But what does that matter?" Morgana asked. "We did all this so he would be safe."

"You're right, Morgana. We did. But now it's us that has to face Uther's wrath." I pointed out.

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. "We have to face his everyday anyway. What makes today different from any other day?"

I thought for a minute before I answered. "It's not just our necks on the line." Then I got up and left Morgana in the dining room, intending to find somebody who I was pretty sure was just guilt-tripped into doing something.

Merlin, for some odd reason, was sitting on the steps of the castle. I made sure to make no sound, and crept behind him. I made sure I was right behind him before I whispered, "Boo!"

He jumped maybe two feet into the air, and he had a downright terrified expression on his face. I laughed as he calmed down and blushed when he realized that it was just me. "That wasn't funny!" He insisted.

I gathered up my skirts and sat next to him. "Not to you, maybe. But to me, it was hilarious."

I played with my hem and looked to him. I quickly looked around and leaned over to him. "Is the boy gone?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I'm not sure how far they are, though."

I sighed in relief and buried my face in his shoulder. "Thank God. It was really stressing me out." I pulled my face out of his shoulder.

Cold wind blew across my bare arms, and I shivered. "Are you cold?" Merlin asked. I was protesting, but he'd already shrugging his jacket off and draped it over my arms. "Thank you." I said. Then I remembered something that had happened while we were in Arthur's room. "Merlin, can I ask you something?"

He nodded. "Go ahead."

"You weren't, you weren't uh, going to skip out on us, were you?" I asked, with a nervous chuckle.

He scrunched his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

Damn people here not understanding 21st Century talk. "Well, it just seemed that in Arthur's chambers, it seemed like you were really hesitant to help us with the Druid boy."

He thought a bit before speaking. "I was just worried about you and Morgana, that's all. If a slap from Uther was what you got the first time, I can't imagine what would happen the next."

I nodded. "Yeah. You should have heard him before. He made a promise to my father and to Morgana's that he would protect us. And he, quote, said, 'If I find out that the two of you were somehow involved, I would break that promise without a thought.'" I said in my best Uther impression, which caused Merlin to laugh.

"But did he really say that?" He asked after he stopped laughing, as he went pretty serious.

I nodded my head. "Yeah. It was pretty scary too. All I could think about was the relief I felt that the Druid boy was gone and back to his people."

Merlin looked a little torn. I think he was torn between feeling guilty about helping Mordred and something else. I wasn't so sure what that other thing was. Guess I'd never find out.

"Now, if you'll excuse me." I said, standing up and straightening my dress. "It's been a very long, and very stressful day, and I feel like my bed is the best place to let that all go."

He laughed. "Goodnight, Elizabeth."

I smiled, then did something that surprised him. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, Merlin. And thank you. Very much." I said, then walk back up the steps and into the castle. I put my fingers to my still tingling lips as I walked. Halfway down the hall, I realized that I still had Merlin's jacket on me. When I went back to return it, he was already gone, so I just decided to give it back to him in the morning. I mean, it was the only jacket I'd ever seen the guy wear. He deserved to have it back. And after all he did for me too. I mean, Merlin could have ignored Mordred's pleas. He could have ignored it. But he didn't.

And that's what I was grateful for.

I was still confused as to why I felt grateful. But one of these days, oh one of these days, I'd figure it out.

I mean, I did have a lot of them left in Camelot. I think things were going to get even more interesting than they already were.

I just hope that I was ready for it.

TBC...

Yay for finishing!

Then it's Excalibur, which will be a very quick chapter. You know, kinda like how a Remedy to Cure All Ills was?

Yeah, Excalibur wasn't my favourite, either. But then it's the one with Merlin's hometown! Which I am really excited for, actually.

Guys, do you realize how close we're getting to the finale? Eeep, I'm so excited!

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THE ADVENTURES OF ELIZABETH MALINOR CONTINUES...

A dusty metal hand pops out in front of Nimueh, and she smiles.

"Tristan's tomb is empty." Gaius's voice says as he leans over the empty tomb.

"Dead men do not return." Uther Pendragon's voice said as everybody clapped for Arthur Pendragon at his coming-of-age ceremony.

Elizabeth Malinor screamed as she jumped back to avoid the glass that had been broken when a Knight on a Horse had broken in through it.

The Knight threw his glove in front of Arthur, as an act of challenge. "Single Combat. To the death." He said, and his horse whined.

Merlin and Elizabeth watch nervously as two men fought. The Black Knight dug his sword into the dirt.

"I believe he's been conjured from the dead." Gaius says.

"This will be your death." Uther tries to explain to Arthur.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but your father is right. If you fight this Knight you will die. I don't know if you've noticed, but he just can't seem to die!" Elizabeth exclaims, trying to talk Arthur out of fighting.

Merlin runs down the steps, Elizabeth at his heels. "I need to find a weapon that will kill the dead." Merlin explained to Kilgharrah.

Using magic, Merlin holds up the sword for Kilgharrah to breathe on as he tried to cover Elizabeth from the heat and smoke of the flames.

Merlin and Elizabeth both look at the gleaming sword in awe.

Elizabeth covered her ears as Kilgharrah screamed, "NO!"

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