Merlin} Dream A Little Dream
Title: Dream A Little Dream
Author: spooky_xphile
Rating: PG
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: implied Morgana/Leon, mention of Arthur, Gwen
Notes: This is my first Morgana/Leon fic so telling me what is right and wrong would be really wonderful.
When she was a young girl, perhaps five or six years of age, Morgana would have dreams about the fields surrounding her home and how she and her father would ride their horses whenever he needed to escape the stress he would endure.
When she was a teenager, around fourteen, instead of boys and fields of flowers, she was still experiencing nightmares of her father. They were dark and involved his death. She would wake up screaming, tears streaming down her face. The bedding around her would be bunched in her mouth, stifling her cries. She knew Gwen to be asleep in her own home. No one would hear her that night.
But someone did in the form of Arthur. He never explained why he was in the area around her chambers but she didn't mind. He would spend the next several nights sitting outside her chambers, waiting for her to wake up and his cue to rush to her rescue. After a month of repeated nightmares, she finally consulted Gaius and he made a sleeping draft for her, the first of many.
Years passed and her sleeping habits improved but faltered. She had resorted to wandering the corridors of the castle, avoiding the guards and enjoying the crispness of the night air.
On one particular night, she had left her quarters as soon as she was sure Gwen was safely in her home. The unusually warm winter evening was suffocating the air in her quarters and she departed without a cloak. After defying several guard watches, she made her way to the stables. The memories of her past clouded her mind as she began to recall the time she had fallen off her horse. The beast had been scared by something on the ground and launched her. She landed hard but an easy distance away from some rocks. Her father had jumped off his horse and was by her side in a heartbeat. She remembered--
Morgana's adventure into the past was interrupted by the horse she was petting began to get fussy. She recalled the action that someone other than the two of them were in the stables. She moved toward the entrance of the room but was caught off guard by a torch appearing in front of her. The shock of such an appearance of the flame caused her to step back and almost lost her balance.
A hand caught her arm but she still fell to the ground. “Lady Morgana?” The owner of the hand inquired as he-Morgana recognized the voice belonging to one of Arthur's knights-- reached eye level. “Are you all right?”
She noticed his hand was still on her arm and the torch was held above them so she was able to see who had scared her. “Sir Leon.” She was a little surprised that he was out at such a time. “Yes, I'm fine but I must say that your help didn't do much.” She gave him a teasing smile as she stood.
He stood as well and made her sure she was standing, “My apologies, my lady.” He bowed and glanced around. “May I ask why you're in the stables at this hour of night?”
She was hoping the question would not be raised but alas, it was. “I couldn't sleep so I thought a stroll may calm me. Why are you out among the stables?”
“I was coming up from my patrol of the lower town. I saw someone walk into the stables and discovered it was you.”
She nodded and moved to the stable's opening. “I was just about to leave.”
“I should escort you back to the castle.” He paused for a moment, “With your permission of course.” A shiver from sudden cold ran through her which he noticed. With one hand, he untied his cape and placed it around her shoulders haphazardly.
She gave him a reassuring smile as she adjusted the cape and tied the cord, “Thank you.” She couldn't tell if an expression was returned because he moved the torch to lead them out of the stables. He offered her his arm and she took it lightly.
Morgana was impressed they were able to return to the castle without witnessing any guards. However, she had a feeling that Sir Leon was taking her on a route where the guards were changing. Once inside the thick walls, he extinguished the torch he still carried and abandoned it near a storage room. They relied solely on the light hanging from the walls and only then was their silence broken.
“May I ask how I surprised you earlier in the stables?” He asked.
“I was remembering when I was little and I fell off my horse. My father let me cry on his shoulder until I felt much better even though he knew it wouldn't help the pain.”
“I can't imagine you crying from a horse fall.” There was a familiarity in Leon's voice that made Morgana think. The tone was the same that Gwen would use around her whenever they were just in her room, being friends. Leon had not spoken to her like she was the King's ward but more of a friend.
“Bear in mind, this was before I met Arthur and I grew a tough skin.” She reminded him.
“Yes, I do believe that you would need a tough skin to deal with Arthur.” He made the comment in jest but then realized what he had said. “I ask that you don't repeat what I just said.”
She laughed into his arm as they walked in order to stifle the noise of her laughter. “Don't worry,” she lifted her head and gave him a reassuring pat with the hand placed in his arm. “We're not here right now. I'm fast asleep in my chambers and you're doing your knightly duties.”
They had reached Morgana's chambers and she opened the door but turned once she was in the doorway. “Thank you for your escort Sir Leon.”
He did a quick bow, “My pleasure, Lady Morgana.”
“Your cape.” She undid the cord and in a smooth move it was off her shoulders. She attempted to throw the red garment over his shoulders but realized he was too tall. He lowered himself so she could try again and this time she succeeded. She grabbed the cords and tied them together at his throat, which she noticed seemed to be radiating heat until she was done.
Morgana smoothed way the wrinkles and creases on the shoulders and stepped back to admire her handiwork. “There, a true knight of Camelot.”
A rustling came outside the corridor and Sir Leon made a quick bow. “Good night Lady Morgana.” And left.
“Good night Sir Leon.” She whispered as he walked away but she was sure he had not heard her. She closed the door and prepared herself once more for bed. As she lay down to sleep, tiredness crept over her. Usually if she was exhausted, nightmares would still creep into her sleep but tonight was different.
Instead, she dreamed of the fields around her childhood home with a companion in the form of a cloaked knight.
Author: spooky_xphile
Rating: PG
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: implied Morgana/Leon, mention of Arthur, Gwen
Notes: This is my first Morgana/Leon fic so telling me what is right and wrong would be really wonderful.
When she was a young girl, perhaps five or six years of age, Morgana would have dreams about the fields surrounding her home and how she and her father would ride their horses whenever he needed to escape the stress he would endure.
When she was a teenager, around fourteen, instead of boys and fields of flowers, she was still experiencing nightmares of her father. They were dark and involved his death. She would wake up screaming, tears streaming down her face. The bedding around her would be bunched in her mouth, stifling her cries. She knew Gwen to be asleep in her own home. No one would hear her that night.
But someone did in the form of Arthur. He never explained why he was in the area around her chambers but she didn't mind. He would spend the next several nights sitting outside her chambers, waiting for her to wake up and his cue to rush to her rescue. After a month of repeated nightmares, she finally consulted Gaius and he made a sleeping draft for her, the first of many.
Years passed and her sleeping habits improved but faltered. She had resorted to wandering the corridors of the castle, avoiding the guards and enjoying the crispness of the night air.
On one particular night, she had left her quarters as soon as she was sure Gwen was safely in her home. The unusually warm winter evening was suffocating the air in her quarters and she departed without a cloak. After defying several guard watches, she made her way to the stables. The memories of her past clouded her mind as she began to recall the time she had fallen off her horse. The beast had been scared by something on the ground and launched her. She landed hard but an easy distance away from some rocks. Her father had jumped off his horse and was by her side in a heartbeat. She remembered--
Morgana's adventure into the past was interrupted by the horse she was petting began to get fussy. She recalled the action that someone other than the two of them were in the stables. She moved toward the entrance of the room but was caught off guard by a torch appearing in front of her. The shock of such an appearance of the flame caused her to step back and almost lost her balance.
A hand caught her arm but she still fell to the ground. “Lady Morgana?” The owner of the hand inquired as he-Morgana recognized the voice belonging to one of Arthur's knights-- reached eye level. “Are you all right?”
She noticed his hand was still on her arm and the torch was held above them so she was able to see who had scared her. “Sir Leon.” She was a little surprised that he was out at such a time. “Yes, I'm fine but I must say that your help didn't do much.” She gave him a teasing smile as she stood.
He stood as well and made her sure she was standing, “My apologies, my lady.” He bowed and glanced around. “May I ask why you're in the stables at this hour of night?”
She was hoping the question would not be raised but alas, it was. “I couldn't sleep so I thought a stroll may calm me. Why are you out among the stables?”
“I was coming up from my patrol of the lower town. I saw someone walk into the stables and discovered it was you.”
She nodded and moved to the stable's opening. “I was just about to leave.”
“I should escort you back to the castle.” He paused for a moment, “With your permission of course.” A shiver from sudden cold ran through her which he noticed. With one hand, he untied his cape and placed it around her shoulders haphazardly.
She gave him a reassuring smile as she adjusted the cape and tied the cord, “Thank you.” She couldn't tell if an expression was returned because he moved the torch to lead them out of the stables. He offered her his arm and she took it lightly.
Morgana was impressed they were able to return to the castle without witnessing any guards. However, she had a feeling that Sir Leon was taking her on a route where the guards were changing. Once inside the thick walls, he extinguished the torch he still carried and abandoned it near a storage room. They relied solely on the light hanging from the walls and only then was their silence broken.
“May I ask how I surprised you earlier in the stables?” He asked.
“I was remembering when I was little and I fell off my horse. My father let me cry on his shoulder until I felt much better even though he knew it wouldn't help the pain.”
“I can't imagine you crying from a horse fall.” There was a familiarity in Leon's voice that made Morgana think. The tone was the same that Gwen would use around her whenever they were just in her room, being friends. Leon had not spoken to her like she was the King's ward but more of a friend.
“Bear in mind, this was before I met Arthur and I grew a tough skin.” She reminded him.
“Yes, I do believe that you would need a tough skin to deal with Arthur.” He made the comment in jest but then realized what he had said. “I ask that you don't repeat what I just said.”
She laughed into his arm as they walked in order to stifle the noise of her laughter. “Don't worry,” she lifted her head and gave him a reassuring pat with the hand placed in his arm. “We're not here right now. I'm fast asleep in my chambers and you're doing your knightly duties.”
They had reached Morgana's chambers and she opened the door but turned once she was in the doorway. “Thank you for your escort Sir Leon.”
He did a quick bow, “My pleasure, Lady Morgana.”
“Your cape.” She undid the cord and in a smooth move it was off her shoulders. She attempted to throw the red garment over his shoulders but realized he was too tall. He lowered himself so she could try again and this time she succeeded. She grabbed the cords and tied them together at his throat, which she noticed seemed to be radiating heat until she was done.
Morgana smoothed way the wrinkles and creases on the shoulders and stepped back to admire her handiwork. “There, a true knight of Camelot.”
A rustling came outside the corridor and Sir Leon made a quick bow. “Good night Lady Morgana.” And left.
“Good night Sir Leon.” She whispered as he walked away but she was sure he had not heard her. She closed the door and prepared herself once more for bed. As she lay down to sleep, tiredness crept over her. Usually if she was exhausted, nightmares would still creep into her sleep but tonight was different.
Instead, she dreamed of the fields around her childhood home with a companion in the form of a cloaked knight.