A/N: Okay, guys, here we are with part 5! As you've probably noticed, I've changed the summary for this fic so that I'll put a little about each chapter in the summary each time… :) Thanks for all the reviews and please keep it up! Enjoy!
Reflections
Chapter Twenty-Six: The Eye of the Phoenix Part 5
Part five, people! This is officially the most parts I've ever done for an episode! … Don't exactly know why that needed an announcement, but it did.
If you recall, at the end of the last chapter, I gave you guys a little peek at what the conversation between Merlin and Professor Flitwick should have been like, but, alas, this is not the case. For one thing, there are no short jokes involved. None. That's okay, although I think it would've been funny for Merlin to unintentionally make a short joke by calling Flitwick a grasshopper. Also, there were no charms performed. Well, there was one, but Flitwick didn't even use his wand! And it didn't levitate, it gave Gwaine flowers (more on that later, although the fact that Flitwick gave Gwaine flowers is a little disconcerting…).
No, this is how the conversation actually goes:
FLITWICK: So. Magic has arrived. (Translation: "OMG! You're the Merlin of legend… you're him, the one that everyone at the school I teach in swears by! Oh, Merlin's beard, you look just like yourself, except without your beard!)
MERLIN: What? (Translation: "Uh… hate to burst your bubble, but you don't have a beard, either, my friend. From what I remember from The Sorcerer's Stone, your beard was so lush and fluffy and white and long that it rivals the stereotypical beard that I supposedly have. What do you have to say about that, Mr. I Give Gwaine Flowers But Not Merlin!")
FLITWICK: There is nothing to be afraid of. Your presence is essential if Arthur is to succeed on his quest. (Translation: "Come on, give me a break – it's not my fault movies are never like the books anymore! And as for Gwaine… well, anyone with hair like his simply deserves flowers. Am I right?")
MERLIN: How do you know about Arthur? Who are you? (Translation: "Whoa. Wait a sec. Who are you anyway?"
FLITWICK: The keeper of the bridge. I only wish to see the Fisher King's lands restored and prosperity reign again. Until your mission is complete, this cannot happen. (Translation: "I am Professor Flitwick, professor of Charms class at Hogwarts. Swish and flick, all together now – put your wrists into it!")
MERLIN: It's not my mission, it's Arthur's. (Translation: "What if I don't want to 'swish and flick'? What if I want to 'flick and swish'? Huh? What about that?")
FLITWICK: If that's what you choose to believe. (Translation: "No – if you flick and swish, terrible, terrible things will happen! Badgers will lose their noses, everyone's left sock will mysteriously vanish into the time-space-continuum, chaos and darkness will rule the earth, and everyone will smell of rotten cheese! You CAN'T flick and swish! You just CAN'T! It's just not how things are done!")
As you can see, I've given you handy-dandy translations so you can see what's really being said in this conversation. It's quite entertaining, is it not?
So then Gwaine arrives and Flitwick gets really happy and exclaims that "Strength has arrived; the trio is complete!"
I dunno, he seems almost too happy to see Gwaine. And then, when Gwaine pulls out his sword, Flitwick turns it into a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Now, as a twenty-year-old girl with excellent taste in guys (at least the ones that I'm probably never going to meet; most of my boyfriends have turned out to be complete losers, but we won't talk about that), I totally would do the same. But little Professor Flitwick giving Gwaine flowers? It's a tad on the weird side, if you know what I mean.
Gwaine crosses the bridge after being told that the flowers will turn back into his sword once he's far enough away that he can't stab Flitwick. As Merlin's crossing, Flitwick reminds Merlin that "nothing is as it seems." Which I interpreted as "everything is never as it seems." After which, the little radio in my head started blaring out Fireflies by Owl City…
Oh dear… and now the little TV inside my head is sending me images of a drunk Professor Flitwick standing on the teacher's table in the Great Hall, linking arms with Dumbledore and Lockhart, singing, "I'd like to *hic* make myself believe that *hic* planet earth turns *hic* slowly…" It's a very strange mental image but also quite amusing. Tell me which station your brain is set on and I'll try to send a satellite image of it directly to your mind… or you could just close your eyes and let your imagination take over… although sometimes… that can be a bit scary…
While Flitwick is jamming with Dumbledore and Lockhart to Owl City, Arthur is struggling for his life. At the moment, he's trying to drag himself out of a mud bath he's decided to take. Thankfully, he manages to pull himself out of the mud hole (and his skin just looks fabulous; the mud facial really worked!). I do feel really sorry for Artie, here, though. Despite the fact that if he would just look at the pretty little bracelet Morgana gave him, he would see it glowing (I still don't see why Morgana couldn't have tried a subtler way of killing Arthur that didn't glow, but then again maybe she knew all along that Arthur's quite the oblivious prince), he's having a really rough time of it. After all his life is being sucked out of him…
At least Morgana didn't use a machine with a bunch of suction cups in the Pit of Despair to do so… although I'm sure that Count Rugen would have been thrilled at yet another subject to test The Machine on.
If you know what I was talking about there, you, too, shall be added to my Awesome List.
Okay, so have I mentioned that I love Gwaine? There's just no denying it – I adore that guy, and not just because he's pretty and has great hair and knows how to have a good time and isn't afraid to do what is right and likes to drink and doesn't let titles get in the way of what a person really is and is SO funny and… and… Wait, where was I? Oh right. I also love Gwaine because he's a wonderful friend. And not just a wonderful friend in general, but a magnificent friend to Merlin, who, while he has Arthur, Gwen, Gaius, and Lance, really needs someone like Gwaine. Why?
1. The day that Arthur is truthful about how much he cares about Merlin (in a totally not-romantic but completely BROmantic way) is more than likely FAR in the future, if it happens at all. Or rather, the day that Arthur and Merlin are able to be friends without any limitations because of rank is more than likely far away. While Merlin and Artie can be friends but not admit it to anyone, least of all themselves, it's not the same as having a friend that you can be open with.
2. Gwen and Merlin have a great friendship. Or at least they did in season one. Now that she and Arthur are all googley-eyed over each other, I fear that Merlin has become a bit of a third wheel in the Gwen/Arthur/Merlin friendship.
3. Gaius is an old man and Merlin needs people his age to hang out with. Also, it would be nice if he didn't spend all his free time chilling with a guy who thinks that it's a great idea to keep poison out in the open where anyone can grab it and use to their own purposes. Just a thought.
4. Lancelot's usually too preoccupied with his own little soap opera, "Days of Our Knights," to do much, although he does say some amazing words in episode 13 to Merlin, but we're not there yet so I shall continue to gripe about him.
Now, this is why I LOOOOVE Gwaine (along with all the reasons mentioned previously, of course:
UNKNOWN THING IN THE DISTANCE: Rawr! Rawr! (What? It means "I love you" in dinosaur. Also, it's the closest translation to what was actually said by this mysterious monster that I could find. Gimme a break, will ya?)
MERLIN: What was that? (That, Merlin, was the sound that Emachinescat makes when she doesn't want to get up in the morning. It's also the noise she makes when she's hungry. Or when she wants pie.)
GWAINE: Pheasant. (I resent that, Gwaine, I'm not a bird! And if I was a bird, I'd be a phoenix so that I could cry tears of healing while simultaneously sucking the life force out of people with my eyes! Multi-tasking for the win!)
MERLIN: Pheasant? (See, Merlin's skeptical, too. I'm NOT a pheasant.)
GWAINE: A very big one. (Hey, now, Gwaine, is that a fat joke? That's just not fair! I'm fighting fit! GWAINE: But we've got to keep you that way. ME: I am NOT fat! GWAINE: Not yet. ARTHUR: Do you feel a strange sense of déjà vu? MERLIN: Um…)
MERLIN: You can turn back if you want. (And miss hanging out with you, Merls? Are you crazy?)
GWAINE: I'm not scared of pheasants.
MERLIN: I don't know. … Why do you want to do this? (Because Arthur's a prat, of course. It's the answer to everything!)
GWAINE: Same reason as you. To help a friend. (AAAND because Arthur's a prat! Right? … Right?)
MERLIN: Arthur's lucky to have us.
GWAINE: Not Arthur. (D'awww! Gwaine's doing all this for ME! How sweet, I'll even forgive him for calling me fat! Wait. You mean he's talking about Merlin? Right… AWK-ward…)
MERLIN: I'd do the same for you. (Once again – D'AWWW! The Merlin and Gwaine bromance is killing me here with its sweetness and sheer awesomosity! Seriously, Merlin needs to hear from someone besides Lance and Gaius that he's important and that people care about and support him. He needs a FRIEND. Hear that, Arthur? Oh, what, you're going to ignore me? Uh-huh, real mature.)
GWAINE: Well, I hope so. You're the only friend I've got. (Hey, Gwaine, what's with all the meanness to me today? First you call me a pheasant, then you call me fat, and now you say I'm not your friend. Hurtful, Gwaine. Real hurtful. And yet somehow I love you anyway.)
MERLIN: I'm not surprised. (Me either, considering how he treats his lovely fan-fic writing friends! Aw, that was great, Merlin! Ha, can Merlin get a point for that? Pleeease? … No? But… but it was such a good jab! … I know he didn't say it to Arthur but… Okay, okay, fine. Whatever. No point for Merlin. *grumbles*)
Meanwhile, Gwen continues to be on my Awesome List by telling Gaius about what she saw and that she thinks Morgana's an evil lying she-witch of doom. Well, not in those exact words (unfortunately) but you get the drift.
Once again, FINALLY someone besides Merlin and Gaius and The Existential Dragon know about Morgana's evilocity. And yes, if awesomeocity can be a word, so can evilocity. Why?
Because I'm just awesome like that.
(Also because Arthur's a prat, but that goes without saying, since that's the answer to everything nowadays.)
Stats:
Burn Meter 5000:
Part 5: Arthur 0, Merlin 0
This Episode so Far: Arthur 2, Merlin 1
Total: Arthur 38, Merlin 40
Shirtless Arthur Scenes:
Part 5: 0
This Episode so Far: 1
Total: 5
Smirk-O-Meter
Part 5: 0
This Episode so far: 6
Total: 59
A/N: Alright, there was part five. There should be 8 parts to this episode, so three more to go and I hope to have it finished by the end of the week! :) Please review, and then you can try to tame a Hungarian Horntail, dissect a muffin, or steal soup. See you in a day or two!
~Emachinescat ^..^