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Elsa awoke to fingers tracing over the druid mark on her right shoulder and sighed in contentment, eyes still closed. Merlin gave a small smile and gave a gentle kiss to the mark, curling his arm around her waist, bringing her in closer.
"Elsa, how are you feeling?" Elsa groaned in embarrassment and shoved her face deeper into the pillow. She could not remember what had exactly happened, but the familiar dread that ached through her entire body told her that she had another vision.
"Oh no," she murmured as Merlin gave her small kisses on her cheek.
"Do not worry, darling," he hesitated, "It was nothing bad." In truth, it was very bad. The fact that she admitted that it was her that was to bring Arthur's bane scared him in more ways than any words could express. His wife was to kill his best friend- supposedly.
No. Merlin told himself silently. The future can be changed.
After all, Albion was already uniting… slowly, but surely. At least Arthur had seen sense that magic was indeed good, as long as the user had the right morals (as well, both of his greatest friends both possessed the gift).
But if Elsa could not remember, he figured it best not to delve on the negative.
"When did it happen?" Her voice was muffled in the pillow which made Merlin give a small chuckle.
"It was just in Gwen and Arthur's presence. At dinner." He heard her groan again and lightly tugged on her arm, causing her to lay flat on her back and stare up at him. He hovered over her form and brought a kiss to her neck.
"Elsa, you know that they do not care about that-"
"I know." She cut him off as he began to kiss her again on the neck, "It's just embarrassing. Not being able to remember anything. Who knows what I could have done, what I could have said."
Merlin stopped his feather light kisses and brought his face close to hers. "Please, Elsa, it is just past dawn. Let us not dwell on this." He gave her a kiss on the lips to which she quickly responded to, bringing a hand up to his cheek. A couple of wonderful moments passed in this state before apprehension took control of Elsa and she pulled away, breathless.
"In all seriousness though, nothing bad happened that would cause Arthur to make fun of me or anything?"
Merlin groaned at her interruption and rolled off of her, lying down heavily beside her with his hands folded on his stomach.
"No. Nothing." He emphasized the word and sighed, getting up. At this rate, he was never going to go back to sleep… or get the other thing he had in mind.
Elsa rolled her eyes as her husband stood up and stretched, face towards the window. The grey clouds seemed to break in two as a sheet of rain poured down to the earth at a rapid rate.
"Great, now you're mad at me." She muttered, but still loud enough for him to hear.
"I am not mad at you, I just…" Merlin shook his head rapidly trying to get rid of the thoughts in his mind. "Let's think of something else, instead. Like how I am going to be a father."
Elsa chuckled. "Yes, a wonderful father at that!"
"And you shall be a wonderful mother." Merlin said, smiling at his wife adoringly. He could not wait until the day came when he would have his own little family. True, Elsa was all the family he needed, but having a child would just complete him even more.
Elsa responded with a small smile, yet it slowly vanished from her face. Merlin frowned.
"Elsa, what's wrong?"
She sighed. "Merlin, what if I'm not ready to become a mother? What if I am so awful at it, that the child resents me?"
"What?" He honestly looked shocked. He always thought that Elsa would make a great mother, since all of the children in Camelot loved her. He knew that she would be amazing.
"Oh, come on!" Merlin sat down on the bed, bringing his hands on either side of her legs and leaning his forehead on hers. "You will be amazing. Our child will love you. Just as I do."
She blushed at his words and kissed his smiling mouth. "I am just hoping that the child is alright after what happened last night."
Merlin sighed and kissed her cheek before standing, helping her stand also. "Come, let's get dressed. I think it is time for my wife and daughter to get some breakfast."
As he made his way to the dresser pulling out his clothing for the day, Elsa smirked. "Daughter? How do you know it is going to be a girl?"
Merlin raised his hands out beside him with a cheeky smirk. "I am the most powerful warlock, Elsa. I think I would know these things."
Elsa rolled her eyes, going over to the dresser as well and picking out a pale blue dress- one of the few that could actually fit over her growing stomach…
XxX
"Arthur, save me from my husband." Elsa remarked as she walked into Arthur's chambers, Merlin just a few steps behind her. Arthur and Gwen were seated, eating breakfast and had invited Merlin and her to join them.
Gwen quickly got out of her seat and walked towards her best friend, gathering her into a hug.
"Oh, Elsa how are you!"
Elsa resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I am fine, Gwen. Sorry for causing you worry."
"Of course not!" Arthur said getting up and clapping her on the back- knowing full well how she hated a huge deal being made after one of her 'episodes'. Once they were all seated he turned back to her with a smile.
"Now, why should I save you from your husband?"
Elsa groaned as Merlin started to protest. "He is driving me insane. He is certain that the baby will be a girl and won't shut up about it."
Arthur nodded in understanding. "He really does have difficulty with talking too much."
Elsa and Gwen chuckled as Merlin turned towards his wife, after giving Arthur a glare.
"Oh come on, you must have your suspicions too!"
Elsa leaned back in her chair as she buttered her toast. "Well, call it mother's intuition, but I believe it to be a boy."
Arthur snorted in his drink as Gwen's eyes turned dreamy. "You believe it to be a son, Elsa?"
Elsa shrugged as her mouth was full. She really didn't have any suspicions, nor did she care. She just wanted the chance to tell Merlin 'told-you-so' if it were to happen.
"Well, once he comes, I will be sure to train him into the best knight this realm has ever seen." Arthur remarked, bringing his goblet up to his lips.
"Oh no!" Merlin cut in. "My child will not be a brainless, muscle head!" He ducked his head just in time as Arthur's goblet was thrown just an inch past his head. Elsa didn't bother to hide her laugh as she snorted and threw her head back. Unlike Gwen, who hid her chuckle behind her hand.
Merlin mock-scowled at her yet smiled, happy to see the light back in his wife's eyes. He almost forgot about the night before, almost.
The rest of the breakfast was spent with him holding tightly onto her hand throughout the whole meal.
"So," Arthur started as a servant came and began to clear dishes, "Where are you taking little Elsa?" He asked as Merlin finished telling him that he was planning a trip for the afternoon.
"He won't tell me! And don't call me little…" Elsa cut in, but Merlin ignored her.
"It's just for a ride." He smiled at Elsa who narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And do not worry; we will set up a spell that will alert us of any danger if it were to come."
Arthur scoffed, helping Gwen out of her seat, Merlin following suit. "Merlin, I like to think that I can run this kingdom without your help."
Merlin scoffed. "Yeah, alright then…"
He yelled as Arthur's goblet hit him in the forehead, glaring at his wife for laughing.
XxX
"Merlin, come on! We have been riding for hours!" Elsa complained.
Merlin slowed his horse down until he was beside his wife and reached across, grasping her hand.
"Elsa, we are almost there." He said with a smile and laughed as she pouted.
"Oh, look at that!" She suddenly shouted and spurred her horse forwards towards a large willow tree. Merlin chuckled watching her. He still could not believe that this woman was his wife. His wife. He had married his best friend and he woke up with her in his arms every morning. It was something that he had never expected- or even thought of- before. He thought that his destiny would not allow him any sort of companion, yet Elsa had come into his life.
She gracefully reached her arm up as her horse stood underneath the branches, picking a flower from the branch. She and Merlin were donned in their servant's clothing before Arthur had advanced their status. He felt more comfortable in his usual blue shirt, brown jacket and red scarf rather than his noble clothing of dark blue jacket and Druid Crown. Elsa definitely appeared more comfortable as she wore her brown tights with the black boots with one of his white shirts (the only thing other than a dress that would fit over her stomach), a brown belt tied loosely around her waist. He watched as her bright red hair fell loosely down her shoulders, capturing the sunlight in their waves.
It was odd to him to think that when she had come to Camelot with her mother- who unfortunately had gotten sick- just one year after he had, that he would find such a great friend in her. Arthur included. She went everywhere with them, on every journey and quest. She always loved being where the action was. That was probably why he found her so intriguing. She was not like any other woman, in the sense that she did not want to sit around, waiting. She made things happen. When her mother died, she did not cry. She went out and did odd jobs, not begging Arthur for a job. She wanted to do it herself, even for someone who was only seventeen summers.
He didn't remember exactly when things started changing. Perhaps when she had disappeared with Morgana, accompanying her to the Druid camp. He realized just how much he had missed her then. It was like when Arthur was venting to him about how he could never love Gwen- well, not that part, but the fact of how missing her made him insane. This is what he began to feel. When she had returned, she seemed different. For once the camp was raided; she had escaped and travelled to another camp for a while, learning her Seer skills. It was when she returned that made him realize how much he loved her.
Learning her full potential with her magic had matured her. When he had went to her small house to say welcome back he couldn't help himself. He gave her a large kiss. She reacted with a surprise (which he had expected), hell he was surprised too. But eventually she gave in. And things just took off from there. Two years after that realization they were married and of high, noble status in Camelot, magic was slowly brought back, and now she was pregnant with his child. He felt elated. The only thing that could bring him down was knowing that his wife had seen…
"Hello!" The call took him away as he blinked, coming back to reality to stare at his wife who looked at him with an irritated face. "Pregnant woman wants to get off her horse!"
"Not yet!" He called back. "We are almost there!"
Elsa groaned and spurred her horse even further.
"Careful!" Merlin scolded, but smiled, chasing after her.
After a few moments, Merlin stopped before the destination- looking into the crystal blue waters of the Lake of Avalon.
"I never get tired of this place." Elsa remarked as Merlin got off his horse and helped her down from his.
He nodded. "We have shared some memories here, haven't we."
Elsa said nothing as she slowly lowered herself down to the ground to sit, Merlin sitting beside her. He rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.
They stayed there in companionable silence, watching as the sun was slowly going down when Elsa looked up at him with a small smile.
"Do you remember when I told you about my magic?"
Merlin nodded. Of course he did! It happened right on this very lake.
Merlin and Elsa stood on the edge of the lake, watching as Merlin burned the boat that held their friend Freya. Merlin looked somberly at the woman he had grown to love in such a short time when a sob from Elsa stopped him.
He looked towards her and could see that she was visibly shaken. He did the only thing that he could think of and wrapped his arms around her in a reassuring hug. He didn't think she would care all too much. Freya and her had gotten along, but were not too close.
As Elsa clung to him, she began to lose control, sobbing uncontrollably. She began to struggle for breath as they both fell to their knees.
"Elsa, don't worry. She is not cursed anymore." He said, stroking her hair.
"I know." She murmured and pulled away, breathing heavily through her sobs. "It's just that I could have prevented it."
"No, no," Merlin said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "It was no one's fault."
"Merlin!" She snapped, "I saw it!" Her eyes widened as she realized what she had said and she struggled to stand, but was held down by Merlin holding tighter to her arms.
"Els, what are you talking about?" He spoke cautiously.
Elsa whimpered and hesitated before admitting in a weak voice, "Merlin I have magic. Well, I'm a Seer."
When Merlin didn't respond she continued, "Please don't tell Arthur! I can't control it! I just have dreams and they tend to come true…"
Merlin hugged her tightly and gave a breathy laugh. "Elsa, I would never betray you!"
Elsa shuddered. "Why? You are so loyal to Arthur- even though you wouldn't admit it- and magic is viewed as terrible…"
"Elsa, I have magic too!" Merlin interrupted with a large grin…
"That was one of the happiest days of my life, actually. Finding out that you had magic." Merlin said with a smile, as his wife looked up towards him.
"Was for me too. Having to live with a secret like that on your own shoulders is too much. Being able to talk about it with you was great."
Merlin smiled and captured his wife's mouth in a kiss.
Elsa smiled as she broke the kiss and lay down on her back, Merlin following suit. He weaved his fingers with hers and sighed in contentment as he closed his eyes.
XxX
It was not the cool breeze from the lake that woke Merlin up or the rising sun (because it was just the middle of the night). No, it was the sound of Elsa crying out in pain.
He quickly sat up with his wife who was bent over with her eyes closed in pain.
'What's wrong?" He panicked.
"Merlin, my water broke. Something feels wrong."
Merlin didn't even think twice as he used a spell to bring them back to the castle. In a burst of white light they went from being on the lake to their chambers back in Camelot.
"Help!" He screamed, as his wife passed out in his arms- blood seeping from the bottom of her dress.