"Morgana!" Merlin shouted, looking around the forest clearing, "I know you're here somewhere so you might as well show yourself!"
"What's wrong, dear husband?" A voice said behind him.
He spun around and faced Morgana, "You know full well."
"Let's pretend I don't." She smirked, her hands firmly holding onto Mordred.
"Look, just give the boy back to his parents and we'll forget all about it."
"Not for all you faerie kingdom."
He scowled, "You can't keep a mortal here."
"His mother was my friend before she died giving birth to him. I have every right to raise him myself."
"No, you don't."
Morgana turned on her heel, keeping a firm grip on the boy's shoulders, "Come Morgause, Nimueh, Freya. Let us leave the king to his adoring subjects." She smiled cruelly as she walked away, a small group of servants in tow.
Merlin let out a sigh, all he and Morgana ever seemed to do was argue. He was starting to forget why he married her in the first place. He sat on a log and covered his face with his hands.
"You seem tired, my king. Is there anything old Trickler can do for you?"
He opened one eye and then closed it again, "You can leave me alone, though I know that isn't usually an option with you."
"That's quite rude of you, my king. Will the queen still not give up the boy? Perhaps a good tricking is in order."
He looked up, "How would that solve anything?"
"It wouldn't, but it'd be fun to watch."
"... Go away."
"Or," Tickler said, trying to backtrack, "You could shame my queen into giving up the child."
He thought about this, "Maybe..." She had humiliated him many time before, it seemed only fair that he could do the same to her, had get her to give up the child in the process. He considered ways to shame her, he knew of several spell that would cause the recipient to lose their wits.
"Trickler," He said after a while, "have you heard of the flower love-in-idleness?"
"I know what it looks like." The faerie murmured, his eyes igniting. "But I don't know anything else of it."
"Love-in-idleness is a magical flower. It creates a juice that when poured into the eyes of someone sleeping will make them fall in love with the first living thing they see. Which is exactly what I plan to do to Morgana." He said, grtting up from the log, "I'll make her fall in love with some hideous creature then she would be so humiliated she'd send Mordred back."
Trickler grinned wickedly, "A clever plan indeed, sire. I will find you this plant." With that he disappeared.
Merlin looked up at the sky, he didn't particularly like being so distrustful. But then again, she should give the boy back. He looked back down quickly as he heard voices. Stepping back into the trees he became invisible as all fairies did when they heard mortals approaching. He watched at the man and woman came closer.
"Leave me alone, Vivian!"
"Why do you still want her? She's run off with Arthur, usually people take that as a sign that it's time to quit!"
Cenred turned on her, "That's rich coming from you. How many times do I have to tell you I don't love you before you'll leave me alone?"
"It doesn't matter how many times you tell me because I'd still love you all the same."
He growled and pointed back the way they had come, "Go home! I'm going to find them and you can't stop me." With that he turned and marched away.
"If I could hate you I would!" Vivian shouted and continued following him.
When they were both gone Merlin reappeared from the shadow. "Poor girl..." He murmured. "I'll use the flower to make that man fall in love with you and end your suffering."
"I have found you the flower, my king."
Merlin glanced over his shoulder and saw Trickler holding the flower. It was a deep purple with several buds growing from the single stem. "Thank you." He took the flower, "Morgana usually sleeps in the Eglantine Grove. I can go there and wait. Tricker, before you go..." He broke off some of the buds and handed them to the sprite, "There are two mortals in the woods tonight, a man and woman. The woman loves the man but he despises her. I'd like you to drop some of the juice into his eyes while he sleeps and try to make sure that the first thing he sees will be the girl. Could you do that?"
"Do not fear, my king." He said with a grin, "I live to serve you."
A/N: Introducing an incredibly OOC Merlin as Oberon! …yay… I guess...
But Trickler was born to be Robin Goodfellow/Puck/whatever. I mean the whole episode Sweet Dreams was basically a rewrite of MSND