Hello guys :) so here is chapter 3!
Prepare for some hurt/emotional Merlin and a slightly drunk Gwaine so slightly humorous XD ! really short I know but prompts people! prompts!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MERLIN, IF I DID I THINK I WOULD DRIVE THE DIRECTORS AND PRODUCERS CRAZZYYY :P :D

Merlin POV:

I took a sip of my mead, the comforting liquid burning is way down my throat as I sigh out loud. I was sat on a wooden, hard stool surrounded by the knights of Camelot and the King of Prats himself, Arthur. I watch as Gwaine take's another long gulp of his mead before telling the knights a joke, which caused a chorus of laughs to irrupt between the band of brothers. I look at each of the men who sat around me a fond smile making its way across my face as I gaze at each of my brothers.
Percival I was sure had gained more muscles (how I find unbelievable), but the gentle giant was as quiet as ever as he listen's carefully to what each other man said, taking in each word that left their mouths.
Leon was as loyal as ever, his heart of kindness and his gallant character, never changed as the years past.
Elyan was as short as he was when we met, but he wore the Knights armour and Camelot's colours proudly, well deserving his place as a Knight.
Then their was Gwaine... The strength of the brothers, he may not have be as tall or as strong as Percival, but he made it up with his extreme skill in swordsmanship and his good nature, a smile always gracing his face, a strength for others.
I look towards Arthur, the one that had grown the most. His once prattish, selfish ways now replaced with courage, kind-heartedness and selflessness. He had not changed in looks, his blonde locks golden as ever, his eyes still as blue as they were when we met. My destiny was nearly complete, I (well I'd like to think it was me) had changed the man that sat next to me, he had grown into a honourable man, a great King, and I was pleasured to have been a part of his life, of all of their lives.
I thought of everyone I had lost over the years, Will, my farther, Freya, Lancelot. So many good people who had perished while I achieved my weight baring Destiny. I knew I could never bring them back but the thought of the fallen people who had wormed their way into my heart, always made my heart heart clench in sadness, the memory of them bringing back a wave of grief, which followed me around with every move a shadow of guild which grew heavy on my shoulders.
Will was too young to die, he might have stubborn and thick headed but he was a good man, my friend, someone I grew up with, a special memory of my life before Arthur and destiny.
My farther, the last dragon lord (well was), stolen violently from my life only mere days of our first meeting,leaving the gift of the dragon lord to his only son, leaving the world proud of what I would become.
Freya, my first love, ripped away from life too early. When I think about her death as I was at this moment I always thought it was ironic, that the woman who stole my heart was killed my destiny.
Lancelot was another example of an honourable man, brave and caring, a man who should not have met his fate in such a way, leaving behind his brothers, grieving the man who would be gone forever.
"Merlin..." A voice says, its voice distant as I get lost in my thoughts, emotion and pain turning my body numb.
"Merlin, are you crying?" The voice says again, clearer startling me out of my pained thoughts.
"Huh?" I stutter stunned out of my thoughts.
"Oh my god you are! Merlin... your crying!" Gwaine exclaims his voice sluing slightly as the effects of many tankards of mead make its way through his blood stream. Then I realise what he said, my hand shoots up to my cheek and sure enough a rogue tear had made its way unknowingly down my pale cheek.
"I didn't even notice" I murmur as I swipe it away roughly, not wanting to show weakness to the strong men in front of me.
"Merlin?" Arthur asks his voice kind, almost brotherly as concern shines through his voice.
"I'm fine" I say not daring to look up, not wanting to see the looks of disgust on the knights faces at the form of any weakness. But if I did, I would have seen the look of 'I don't believe a word he says' being shared between the five men, but before any of them could say a word Gwaine was on his feet and in less than two strides he had his arm's wrapped around me tightly, trying to comfort me, I lean into the embrace but when he didn't let go a couple of minutes later I stutter out:
"Urrm, Gwaine?" but what I had in return surprised me. A loud snore came from the brown haired knight.
"Arthur...I think he's asleep" I announce trying to lift the heavier man off of me but he mumbles something on the lines of:
"No don't move...really comfy...like a pillow..." I attempt again even looking up to the other knights for help but they were to busy laughing. Then the slumbering man spoke again something about 'apples' and 'nothing better than apples'. Which made the now serious Knights burst out laughing again, rolling around on the floor like crazy people.
I gather up all the strength I could, when the others did not stop laughing, and managed to lift him 4 inches off my body when a drunk man tumbled from the bar and fell onto Gwaine, effectively knocking both Gwaine and I to the cold floor. My back hits the floor first, landing with a loud, hard thud. Then the weight of Gwaine landed on my body, taking the breath away from my lungs, the sound of a snapping bone sure to be a source of nightmares for a while. I grunt in pain, but it seemed Gwaine was too out of it, as he did not move an inch. I try to move my arms, nut my left hand exploded in pain while the other was stuck beneath his body.
"Ow" I mutter as the heavy weight of Gwaine's unconscious body off of me.
"Aright there, Merlin?" Arthur asks hint of laughter still evident in his voice as he grabs my arm to pull me up, but I shout in pain as shooting pain darted up my arm, making tears prickle in the corner of my eyes.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry!" He exclaims guilt making its way across his face.
"Its fine...ow" I tell him as he helps me cautiously up. "I think I broken my arm" I mumble as the pain takes its toll on my already emotionally exhausted body, making my eyes flutter.
"Oi! Merlin! I am taking you to Gaius" Arthur exclaims as I lean heavily on him, resisting slumbers warm arms for a moment more.
"Its alight Merlin, sleep. I got you" Arthur's voice tells me and I breathe a sigh of content as I let my self fall into oblivion, falling into my brothers arms, knowing I was safe with the men who became my brothers, even the drunk Gwaine, knowing even though I had lost so many I still had them, the knights of the round table and the Once and future king, all brothers to Emrys, the most powerful warlock to walk this Earth.

So that was chapter 3 guys! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed :D
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