Heyy Guys :) Finally an update! :)
This idea popped into my mind and I had to write it. This chap is based more on Leon as Merlyn in Camelot sick or something :) x
Anyway Onwards!

DISCLAIMER: IDOM :( THE BBC DOES :)

Leon POV:

I, Arthur and the other knights rode at a leisurely canter, the towering trees above my head whizzing past in a green and brown blur, the singing of birds echoing peacefully through the wakening forest.
It was just passed dawn, Arthur had wanted to leave the night before but Guinevere convinced him to wait until morning light and he reluctantly agreed.
I look to my right expecting to see Merlyn riding by my side but I felt my heart sink as my eyes only met an empty space, a void Merlin usually filled.
My heart felt half empty without her near, for her laugh to fill my ears, her smile to brighten up my mood to have her body close to mine, but most of all I missed the constant buzz of her magic merging with mine.
Merlyn had stayed in Camelot her sickness having gotten progressively worse over the week and I had begged her to stay with Gaius, where he could keep an eye on her.
It had been 2 months since I and Merlyn got married, and I felt slightly lost at the thought of being separated from her, especially as I left her behind sick.

It was a week after our wedding, Gwen and Arthur announced they with expecting their first child. As you would expect Arthur was thrilled, the idea of becoming a farther an elated one to the blonde King. He had also become overly protective of Gwen, ensuring either I or Merlyn was near her when he wasn't able to, he only trusted her safety with his closest friends and Gaius.

I was brought out of my thoughts when the man we followed after announced we were close to the druid camp we were headed to. The man's eyes travelled to mine, his face smiling warmly at me before he turned once more, back to the road ahead. The man who lead us, I had not seen for many years not since I was a child and since the death of my farther, for he had ran away, as Farther had told him to do as Uther knew of the elder brother's magic.
He still remained gentle and kind as I remembered he was before but yet he now looked older and worn by years of death following him around like a bad odour which was adamant to leave.
His eyes were filled with sorrow and pain, all the loss he had suffered under Uther's rein clear to see but yet they still held within them warmth, love, hope and joy.
"We are here, Brother" He says a few minutes later as he pulls the horse he borrowed from Camelot to a halt, jumping from the big animal, waiting for me to follow.
I gracefully swing my body off the saddle, landing with ease on my feet, petting Storm's neck in affection before walking forwards.
"Do not worry little brother, I am with you, and don't plan on leaving you again soon" He says hand squeezing my shoulder in comfort.

The night before:

The large doors to the hall slammed open, the heavy wood colliding with hard rock of the walls, loud in my ears.
"King Arthur!" A voice shouts, the sound echoing around the large room we were situated in as all eyes travelled to the owner, who had just interrupted a round table meeting.
"Sire... A man requests an audience with you and Queen Guinevere, your Knights and Lady Merlyn" The servant huffs, his breathing laboured as he struggles to catch his breath, almost as if he ran a marathon.
I smile slightly at the last part, ever since the people of Camelot found out of Merlyn's and I's courtship and later on our marriage, they had started to call her 'Lady' which annoyed her greatly.
The Camelotian people were yet to know of I and Merlyn's magic as Arthur was slowly bringing magic back, and little by little the people were once again regaining their trust in magic.
"Who is this man?" Arthur asks his voice proud and authoritative as he addresses the servant.
"A Druid, Sire" The serving boy answers his voice shaking slightly under the Kings presence.
"Very well, send him up." Arthur replies.
"Yes Sire" The boy answers as he dips his head in respect before turning and rushing from the room closing the door behind him as we all turned back towards each other.
My mind was spinning, thoughts of what the druids wanted consuming my brain as the others spoke between each other.
"Leon?" A voice says, snapping me from my thoughts as I look towards Arthur.
"Sorry, What?" I question not having heard a single word he had spoken.
"I said, What do you think the Druids want?" He asks those very words the ones rushing around my thoughts as I answer honestly.
"I don't know. I believe they mean no danger, only to form an alliance with you now magic is not illegal, they truly are peaceful people and merely want to live without the fear of being burnt to the stake" I answer but before Arthur could open his mouth the doors to the room opened once more and Merlyn walked in, Gwen next to her.
Merlin looked pale, well more than usual, and she wobbled slightly on her feet as she made her way through the doors.
"My love, are you alright? You look pale and sickly." I say while rushing to her side, my hands instantly on her hips to steady her as I look into her gorgeous blue eyes.
"Only a cold, My love" She answers taking one of my hand's in hers, leaving the other to stable her as she took her seat at the table next to mine.
I shifted my seat closer to her, as close as I could considering the fact we both sat in different seats and laid my hand on her knee squeezing it in concern and comfort.
"You have been informed?" Arthur questions the two females.
"Yes we have. What are the druids doing here?" Gwen enquires as she also takes her seat.
"No clue, Leon thinks they are here peacefully. Merlyn, what do you think?" Arthur enquires.
"I agree, the druids have been waiting for the time of the Once and Future King for many years. Perhaps to arrange a treaty to prevent any more slaughtering of the Druids" She answers and I watch Arthur nod in understanding taking in what we both said.
"Indeed..." Was his only reply before the doors of the hall opened once more, this time revealing the servant from before and a man who must have been the druid, his cloak's dark coloured hood covering his head and his face.
"Your highness" The druid announces before turning to Merlyn and I. "Emrys, Berth. It is a pleasure to finally meet" He adds as he bows lowly before straightening, his hood falling as he did so, making me gasp in recognition. I stare at the man with wide eyes of shock for it couldn't be, he was supposed to be leagues away, safe from Camelot's walls, from the reach of the late King Uther, but yet here he stood in the flesh bowing to his younger sibling.
I thought I would never see him again, but now my eyes had once more looked upon him I couldn't hold back the rogue tear that dared to slip from my watery eyes, the very sight of him making me want to crumple to the floor and sob in sorrow.
"Eomer?" I say my voice coming out just above a whisper.
"Eomer?" I say, louder this time as his head snap's to me.
"No.." I hear him gasp,his blue eyes on me in an instant, his eyes flashing with recognition and shock, but also affection and pain. Hearing his voice brought comfort to me, bringing with it the brotherly safety I had dearly missed over the years.
"You are meant to be far away..safe from here" I respond my voice shaky in heartache and panic as if I thought Uther still reigned, that he would order my brother to be brought to deaths gates, for him to burn alive on a stake.
"Le...Leon?!" He exclaims breathlessly, stuttering as he did so, as if he too was choking down the sobs which desperately wanted to be heard.
"Why come back?" I utter rushing to get to my feet, striding over to my older brother, tripping over my long limbs as I went.
"Brother?" He mutters "I thought you gone, along with Farther... I thought you dead!" He cries as I grab onto him, both of us falling to our knees as we clutch onto the other desperately.
"Brother, I am sorry! I would never have left if I knew yo..you lived..I'm so sor-!"
"No, Eomer. You are alive as farther wanted. I would rather have grown up lonely knowing you had a chance to live rather than to live a lonely life knowing you were dead" I mutter as I felt his arms wrap tighter around my neck.
"My dear baby brother..I cannot believe you are here" He sobs, his voice breaking as I hid my face into his neck, like I used to do when we where younger, the inner child I had lost the day my farther died and my beloved brother forced to run, returning again at the presence of my older brother.
I let the tears I kept in for so long fall down my cheeks, let myself feel like the boy I once was before my childhood was ripped from me, let myself cry in the arms of my brother for the first time in twenty years.
I stayed like that for several minutes, in the blissful brotherly warmth of his embrace, until I felt him pull back, staring at me as if taking in my now older looks as I did the same.
Eomer was four years my elder but most people thought us twins when we where younger and now was no different, he was tall like me, with the same curly locks of blonde, his a little longer than I, his eyes the exact same blue as mine. The only difference was he was broader and stronger, being a survivor of years of running from Uther making him tough and hardened.
"I missed you dearly, little brother. I have felt as though I was missing half of me without you in the world" He murmurs before he starts to get to his feet, pulling me with him as he kept me close almost as though I would disappear at any moment, and he would again alone in the world with out his brother at his side.
It was then I felt a surge of magic and I quickly look towards Merlyn, feeling the familiarity of her magic hit mine.
She was standing, one hand on her stomach the other wiping away tears which had fallen down her alluring face.
My love? I ask her, using our minds to communicate.
I am fine. Tis emotional to see you so tearful my love. She answers, but before I could answer a voice cut me off.
"Holy shi-" Gwaine started, his voice being cut off by another.
"Gwaine!" Gwen's voice sounded, telling the drunkard off before he had the chance to finish his curse.
"Its not my fault! Look at them! They look identical! I can barely cope with one magic using Leon let alone two!" He exclaims and I feel a smile creep its way onto my face at his comment...

TBC...

I will update the second part soon.

This was written in my free lesson so that is why its not longer.

Thanks for reading! Until next time...

-Leggomygreggo2 x