Title: A Word for Forgotten Songs
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Uther, Gaius, Gwen, Morgana, Leon, OMC
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 597 (this chapter)
Summary: A strange warrior arrives in time to save Arthur and Merlin from bandits. He is wounded and falls ill. As Gaius cares for the wound, he knows the blade was dipped in a potion that only affects those with magic. After he heals, Merlin talks with him of magic and Arthur spars with him. They then learn that the bandit attack was not random.
Author's Note: This has been sitting on my computer for over 3 years! It's still not done but I couldn't put off the posting any longer. 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 2, somewhat early on. It's unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
1 2 3 4 5 6 Merlin woke slowly, his mind still on what happened the night before. He looked over at the pallet but the older man was gone. He put his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. He’s from the future. He knows about me, Arthur…everybody. That was a very strange feeling.
He stood and walked down to the main room. Gaius and Alan were sitting at the table eating breakfast. “Morning,” he mumbled.
“Good morning,” said Gaius cheerily. “Alan was telling me that he was going to practice with Arthur today.”
“Oh, really?” Merlin stared at the porridge. It actually looked appetizing.
“Yeah. Now that I’ve gotten the OK from Gaius, Arthur wants me to show him some moves.”
“Good. If you keep him busy, he might forget to give me work.”
“I can always find you something.” Gaius smiled.
“Oh, please.”
“Doesn’t Morgana return today?” asked Gaius.
“Is that why I haven’t seen her?”
“She left for a visit shortly after you arrived,” explained the physician. “You might meet her at dinner tonight.”
Mention of Morgana brought back the thoughts he was trying not to dwell on. He pushed his bowl away after only a few bites.
Alan scraped his bowl clean. “Not hungry?”
“Not anymore.” He stood and grabbed his jacket. “I need to get Arthur’s breakfast.”
“I’ll come with you.” Alan stood and turned to Gaius. “Need anything?”
“No, I’m fine for now.” Gaius handed Merlin some bread. “For later.”
“Thanks, Gaius.” Merlin put the bread in his pocket. He waited at the door as Alan ran up to the bedroom to get his jacket.
“Do you want me to get his breakfast?” the older man asked.
“No, I know his preferences. You can wake him and help him dress.” That’s the worse part of the deal.
“Okay. See you shortly.”
Merlin watched Alan walk towards Arthur’s room before heading to the kitchen. He loved going there for the hustle and bustle. To the untrained eye it might look completely chaotic, but everyone had their own job to do. Arthur’s tray was almost ready so he just added the hot food, covered it and made his way back upstairs.
He pushed open Arthur’s door and saw the prince already up and tying the laces of his shirt. Alan was actually sitting on Arthur’s bed. Arthur was laughing at a story Alan was relating about some fight or other.
Alan saw him and got up quickly, clearing a space on Arthur’s desk for the tray.
Arthur walked over. “What culinary treat have you prepared this morning, Merlin?”
Merlin lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Eggs and bacon.”
“Actually looks decent.” Arthur sat down.
Alan headed for the door. “I’ll wait for your summons,” he said to Arthur.
“There’s no need to leave. Stay while I eat.”
“I’m sure you have things to discuss with Merlin. I think I’ll familiarize myself with the armory, if that meets with your approval?” he added.
Merlin could tell he wasn’t used to asking for permission, especially from someone younger than himself. It made Merlin wonder what society was like in the future and where Alan fell in it.
“Marvelous idea. If anyone tries to stop you, tell them you have my permission.”
With a small bow of his head, Alan departed.
“You could learn a thing or two from him,” said Arthur around a mouthful of eggs.
“I’m sure I could,” muttered Merlin as he straightened the bedcovers.
Arthur then began to list the usual cleaning, mending and polishing tasks he had lined up. “That should keep you busy.”
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