Wild Winter Stars (9/?)
Title: Wild Winter Stars
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Gaius, Gwen, Morgana, Gwaine, Percival, Mordred, OMC
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 718
Summary: “That Arthur has not always existed seems odd to me. Like the wind on the moors and the wild winter stars, surely he has always lived . . . and always will.” ― Stephen R. Lawhead, Arthur A man tortured by Morgana is left outside Camelot to taunt Arthur. Merlin, Gwaine and Percival along with the recovered man go to spy on Morgana.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to A Word for Forgotten Songs. The original character is from one of my series and I kinda place him in lots of fandoms. His original series starts here. The story is set in series 5, somewhat early on. It's unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
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Alan tried to deflect it or at least diffuse it. “I think just having someone like you around made a difference. You give him someone to confide in. He can be just Arthur, not a royal.”
Not wanting to get into the conversation, Merlin excused himself. “I’m going to collect firewood.” He hurried off.
The three men watched as the servant disappeared into the trees. “You can tell he’s not used to being acknowledged,” said Alan. “Especially when it comes to Arthur.”
“We’ve all seen it,” said Percival. “He’s the only one besides Gwen who can talk sense to Arthur.”
“That’s just it. If people come to realize that, there will be those who would use Merlin as a tool to get to Arthur for their own purposes. As far as Merlin is concerned, he’s just a servant who happens to wait on the king.” Alan used a tree to lower himself to the ground.
“If you are about to talk politics, I’ll take care of the horses.” Percival gathered the reins and led the animals away.
Gwaine sat down next to Alan. “So you’re gonna stay and help with the magic laws?”
“Yeah.” He took a swig of water. “And what’s your stand on magic?”
“As an individual or as a knight of Camelot?”
“Will I get a different answer if I ask for Gwaine and not Sir Gwaine?”
The knight grinned. “I’ve travelled all over and I’ve seen magic used in various ways and not all of it was evil. It should be governed like anything else with the potential for harm.”
“Any crime done with magic should be tried with the same laws and rules as those done without.”
Merlin returned with enough wood to start a bonfire. “Wow.”
“What?” questioned Gwaine.
“You’ve been talking and Alan still has his ears.” He grinned.
Gwaine scowled and took a breath to protest but Alan spoke.
“Oh, they fell off during the ride. They’re glued on.”
After a slight pause, the three of them burst out laughing. A puzzled Percival returning with fresh rabbit could only stare at them like they were mad.
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Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Gaius, Gwen, Morgana, Gwaine, Percival, Mordred, OMC
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 718
Summary: “That Arthur has not always existed seems odd to me. Like the wind on the moors and the wild winter stars, surely he has always lived . . . and always will.” ― Stephen R. Lawhead, Arthur A man tortured by Morgana is left outside Camelot to taunt Arthur. Merlin, Gwaine and Percival along with the recovered man go to spy on Morgana.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to A Word for Forgotten Songs. The original character is from one of my series and I kinda place him in lots of fandoms. His original series starts here. The story is set in series 5, somewhat early on. It's unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight
Alan tried to deflect it or at least diffuse it. “I think just having someone like you around made a difference. You give him someone to confide in. He can be just Arthur, not a royal.”
Not wanting to get into the conversation, Merlin excused himself. “I’m going to collect firewood.” He hurried off.
The three men watched as the servant disappeared into the trees. “You can tell he’s not used to being acknowledged,” said Alan. “Especially when it comes to Arthur.”
“We’ve all seen it,” said Percival. “He’s the only one besides Gwen who can talk sense to Arthur.”
“That’s just it. If people come to realize that, there will be those who would use Merlin as a tool to get to Arthur for their own purposes. As far as Merlin is concerned, he’s just a servant who happens to wait on the king.” Alan used a tree to lower himself to the ground.
“If you are about to talk politics, I’ll take care of the horses.” Percival gathered the reins and led the animals away.
Gwaine sat down next to Alan. “So you’re gonna stay and help with the magic laws?”
“Yeah.” He took a swig of water. “And what’s your stand on magic?”
“As an individual or as a knight of Camelot?”
“Will I get a different answer if I ask for Gwaine and not Sir Gwaine?”
The knight grinned. “I’ve travelled all over and I’ve seen magic used in various ways and not all of it was evil. It should be governed like anything else with the potential for harm.”
“Any crime done with magic should be tried with the same laws and rules as those done without.”
Merlin returned with enough wood to start a bonfire. “Wow.”
“What?” questioned Gwaine.
“You’ve been talking and Alan still has his ears.” He grinned.
Gwaine scowled and took a breath to protest but Alan spoke.
“Oh, they fell off during the ride. They’re glued on.”
After a slight pause, the three of them burst out laughing. A puzzled Percival returning with fresh rabbit could only stare at them like they were mad.
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