The Reunion of The Three

In the end, it was only Arthur that joined him and Iseldir. They were acting on worse case scenario at that point. If there was an immortal army heading towards Camelot, they would want everyone they could get to be on patrol and to get everyone to safety.

Merlin had left Leon and Lancelot in charge. They were told that of Morgause was heading towards them, just to get out as soon as possible. They could get Camelot back but they needed men to do that.

"Ready?" He asked as Arthur jogged down the steps.

If anything, Merlin was happy to have his old clothes on. The woollen trousers were itchy but it was a sacrifice he could make for having his old tunic and neckerchief on. He missed the feel of the cloth around his neck and he had to admit that his old tunic was warmer than some of the other tunics he wore now.

"Did you really have to put that thing back on?"

"I like my neckerchief."

Arthur sighed. "You are still trying to find some way of incorporating it into your everyday clothes, are you?"

Merlin patted it affectionately. "I have missed it."

"I think the rumours that we were more than just master and servant was better. Morgana has to compete with a piece of fabric."

"No she doesn't. Now are we going to stand around arguing all day or are we going to get to this camp?"

Arthur threw the bag over his shoulder and followed Merlin and Iseldir out of Camelot.

Their first plan had failed. Now it was time to take a different approach. If they weren't going to give it up willingly, then it would have to be taken with force.

They creped up to the camp and watched as the druids carried on with their day, unaware of the danger that they were in.

The leader held up his hand. He had asked that none of them were harmed but as his thighs started to cease up, he knew it wasn't going to happen. He was having doubts. He was starting to dream the dream again. He couldn't see it happening any other way.

Yet he still waved his hand forward to tell them to go and attack. He did nothing to stop them as they started to slaughter the people. He stayed in his hiding spot and watched.

It had been two long days of walking and Merlin was glad that Arthur only started to moan on the second day. Apparently his feet hurt and he couldn't see the reason why we were walking instead of riding.

Merlin actually like the trip. Walking through the forest had made his magic come alive. Maybe his magic reflected his personality. He would might prefer to be out of the castle and it seemed like his magic agreed with him.

He could feel everything in the forest as he allowed his magic to explore, from the birds soaring above to the branches blowing in the wind. It felt weird but he could feel the beauty in it.

Iseldir stopped and that was when Merlin noticed that something was wrong. It was too quiet for them to becoming up to a druid camp. When Merlin reached the druid camp that he had sent Morgana to, he had heard them from a mile away. He could see the tents but couldn't hear the people.

Iseldir broke out into a run as he reached his camp, Merlin followed quickly behind him. It broke his heart to see the older man stand in the middle of his camp and look around in distress.

"I should never have left." He whispered.

"And if you didn't, you would have ended up like them."

Merlin felt like he could sympathise with him but didn't try to. He obviously felt like he had an obligation of care over these people because he was their leader. Merlin knew that he had thought that he had failed.

He turned to Arthur to see if he had any ideas of what they should do.

Merlin and Arthur walked in silence. They had given up on trying to break it a long time ago. Another camp had been sacrificed in the injustice against magic. Merlin knew what was going through Arthur's mind. He was blaming himself for it all happening.

There was no point about thinking about what ifs. There was nothing that they could have done to change what had happened.

"A drink?"

Merlin looked up at him and then ahead to see that the trees were thinning out and they were heading towards a village.

"Probably best."

Everyone turned to look at them when they entered the tavern. Merlin tried to shake it off but couldn't help but feel their eyes on him. They hadn't even got a drink before someone stood up suddenly, letting their chair fall back on the floor.

"I will take him."

Merlin looked at Arthur before realising that they were talking about him as everyone slowly circled around them.

"Calm it down people." A familiar voice said. "I am pretty sure he is mine as I was the first person to see him."

The crowd parted slightly and Merlin couldn't help but smile to see Gwaine again.

Gwaine clapped his hands together. "Actually, I have a better idea. We should all fight for him. Who we giving him over to anyway?"

Merlin made a note that if he ever needed a bar fight to start, Gwaine was his man. The whole place had taken his suggestion that they should fight for him and they took their chance to escape. They stole a couple of horses from the stable next to the tavern and took off as fast as they could, only slowing down when they knew that they were safe.

"Thanks for that." Merlin said.

"I owe you anyway."

"If anyone owes someone, it is me. I am in your debt."

"No because I have turned down your offer too many times. I have had a bit of time to think over what you said. It would be an honour to fight alongside you. As my grandfather fought for your grandfather."

Merlin turned straight to Arthur. "I told you."

The last thing that Merlin had hoped was that Morgause hadn't raise her immortal army and already got to Camelot. He started to think back about everything that had happened to him. Really he should have seen this coming. It was like history was repeating itself slightly. Merlin and Arthur going on an adventure and then coming back to Morgause and her immortals.

Merlin could write a book about all the coincidences that had happened while he had been in Camelot. Like all the times a branch fell conveniently fell from a tree because Merlin had used magic, or the times where they had been captured and brought to the place they were going, or being knocked out, or running away from something. And still the dungeons were still bad. He must do something about them.

Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Back to Morgause and her immortals taking over Camelot. Well they already had.

Merlin was glad that he knew all of the tunnels in and out of Camelot. It made it easier to get in and see who they could get out. They went through the servant's tunnels, something that Arthur knew nothing about. Merlin didn't either until his father had shown them to him.

They crawled out onto the balcony overlooking the throne room. The immortal army was lined up, only leaving a walkway down the middle. Morgause wasn't insight. Arthur turned around to leave when the doors opened up beneath them.

They watched Morgause walk up to the throne with Morgana struggling against the two soldiers.

"Merlin will be back."

"And we will be ready for him when he does." The blonde woman said, turning around.

Arthur placed his hand over Merlin's mouth and pulled him backwards. He grabbed him and they made their escape from the castle they had just entered. Arthur knew that Merlin wanted to protest and go back for Morgana. He wanted to do the same. If Morgana had stayed, there was a chance that Gwen had stayed with her.

It wasn't worth them getting killed in trying to save them. They needed to get out of there and think of a plan.