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She seemed to genuinely like the name, and Arthur felt relieved at that. While she was still Guinevère, in her mind they had not grown together. They had no relationship, apart from that of a servant and prince. But that was only what was surfacing in her mind. In her heart, he knew she loved him, and he would do all it took to bring back her memory of that. "I'm glad you do," he said softly. She then mentioned not wanting to name the child after his own mother. Arthur just lightly shook his head in response. "I think it time the kingdom honored your family, not just mine." To name a son after his father, and a daughter after his mother. No. He of course loved his mother and would honor her in different ways. But he truly liked the name Anna, and he knew how much it meant to Guinevère to name their daughter after her mother.


"I am sorry Guinevère," he said, once more apologizing for the overwhelming information he was throwing at her. "I know that this can't be easy for you." To know that she is carrying a child with a man that she believed she hardly knew. After having her safe once more, and just having felt the baby, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her and hold her all through the night . . . but he couldn't. Not without being utterly selfish and making her uncomfortable. "Perhaps you should rest for a little while. I fear I have overwhelmed you." His words would have been a slight tease . . . if they weren't so true. If he didn't mean them. She had found out she was pregnant and married to the king. He slowly rose to his feet and offered his hand for her to take to lead her to the bed. He didn't want to leave her tonight. Even if it meant sitting right outside the tent . . . he didn't want to leave her.

HEY ALL!! SO I had gotten a request by someone to make an Arwen fan vid based on the song I Almost Do, by Taylor Swift! They asked that it could be focused around when Arthur banished Gwen and then eventually forgave her! I thought I would post it here!!! Its my VERY first Merlin fanvid so I hope you all like it !!!

Such a day was not a common for the young prince. It wasn't the sunny weather -- for that was not unusual for the beautiful kingdom -- nor was it the fact that he was outside the city on a hunting trip. It was the fact that he was alone. Such a status was seemingly impossible. As a prince, he was expected to almost always be protected or at least not targeted by keeping the company of others. But sometimes, he just needed to get away from it all. He had told his servant that he was going on a hunting trip, telling him to use whatever excuse was necessary should anyone be looking for him. Clad in his hunting attire -- that which consisted of dark colored trousers, a red shirt, dark brown leather vest, and gloves -- he looked like an ordinary citizen. Which was what he wanted. True, he acted his arrogant self at times, but in reality, he cherished moments like these where he didn't have to be a prince. Just a man.

He had been riding for who knows how long. It was late morning and the weather was extremely agreeable. He slowed his horse to a halt as they approached a nearby stream, to give his companion a moment to take a drink and have a rest. Dismounting, he took hold of the reins and let his horse closer to the stream. The animal was trained enough so that it did not make a run for it, but Arthur stayed close, patting the stead's neck as it drank the refreshing liquid. Suddenly, a sound disrupted the peaceful silence. The sound of men. Arthur's head jerked in the general direction of these sounds, for they were not too far, but far enough that Arthur could not see the source of them. Quickly tying the reins on a nearby tree. he then pulled his sword from the holder on the saddle and slid it into his sheath.

Quietly and cautiously, he began to move toward the sounds. As he drew closer, he could hear a group of men, laughing about something. Taking the concealment of a tree so that he was hidden from view, Arthur could now finally see what was happening, and it did not make him hide for long. There was a group of men indeed, but they were standing around a young woman, who was dressed in a poor state and evidently afraid. Not wasting another moment, Arthur revealed himself, pulling his sword out and holding it up as he approached the scene. "Unhand her," Arthur stated, a natural authoritative tone to his voice. It didn't matter whether any of them recognized him or not. He refused to let these men torment her any longer.

_{Setting: In the woods
Time of Day: Morning
Timeline: Sometime between Season 1 and Season 2
Tag: Freya}

HEY Freya!! I was wondering if you would be interested in having a thread with Arthur!! I know that they had basically no interaction on the show (apart from when he saw her transform) BUT what if we had a thread set before she enters the city?? Maybe in the woods or another village or something?? If you have any specific ideas, let me know !! If not, then I can brainstorm off of that basic one OR if you don't want a thread at all, feel free to say no !! hehe! I won't be offended, promise !

This was one of those extremely rare moments that the prince was out on his own. No presence of guards, fellow knights, or even a manservant. As rare as these moments were, they were needed every now and then. Being in the city could be . . . suffocating. He knew what his father would say to this: that a prince should not waste his time doing such foolish things. But if this meant he was a fool, then so be it. So much was expected of him, that he needed time away from that feeling of being constantly watched. A relaxing hunting trip would do just the trick. With his horse safely secured, he was currently on the trail of what the tracks indicated was a deer. A rather large one as well. He could hear the gentle snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves.

With the thick woods ahead, Arthur knew that there was no way he could go through without alerting the deer that was most likely in the nearest clearing. He needed to move to higher ground, or at least a higher line of sight. Glancing around, he saw a tree. Well, obviously there was a tree -- many in fact -- since he was in the woods. But this particular tree had enough branches placed strategically enough for him to climb. After all, Arthur had climbed enough castle walls and trees were far easier. So, with great ease -- a bit like a monkey -- and strapping his crossbow around his back, he quickly climbed up the tree. Straight ahead the deer. Positioning his crossbow, he aimed it at the neck of the deer, a position that would give it a quick and painless death. However, the deer's head jerked up and its ears twitched. And it wasn't Arthur's fault.

But nor did it take long for the hunter to also hear the sounds that disrupted the silence. And even see it. Below on the path, was a woman on a horse, racing forward. Right behind her revealed why she was going at the speed she was. She was being chased. Thoughts of hunting the deer immediately fled his mind. Whatever was happening down there, he needed to stop it. Whether the woman was in the right or wrong, she was a woman. And Arthur could have sworn he saw at least one of the men readily armed. He ran toward the direction of the path the riders were currently on. His extensive knowledge of the woods allowed him to know exactly where he needed to go to be in the most advantageous position.

Staying on higher ground, he ran and ran, until he could see in the distance the men approaching. Hiding behind a tree, he had to quickly determined what the best course of action was. He didn't want to shoot them, despite the threat they posed to the young woman. But he did need to disarm them, at least the one who was already shooting arrows from it. Arthur prepared himself, waiting and waiting . . . until the moment the armed ride was about to pass him. Arthur jumped from his elevated position right onto the saddle -- a rather uncomfortable landing -- but he was at least seated properly. The unexpected company caught the man off guard and Arthur shoved him off the horse. He had a bit of a rough fall considering the speed at which they were going at, but at least it was better than shooting him. And now, the man didn't have his cross bow.

Arthur took hold of the reins and hurried forward, passing the other men and soon catching up to the girl. He then quickly pulled one side of the reins and positioned his horse -- or his currently borrowed horse -- directly in front of her. Hopefully her reflexes would urge her to stop in time before there was a collision. What he did need to do was stop the chase and determine the cause of it. "What is going on here?" He asked, blocking the path for the girl and the men chasing her. As he was not too far from her, his eyes quickly searched over her to ensure she was unharmed, for his concern was for her and the threat the men posed. Then again, she could have broken the law, being chased for justice to be served. Something inside of him did not feel that was the case though. He was clad in his hunting attire, consisting of darkly colored pants, boots, a blue shirt, a dark brown leather vest on top, and gloves to cover his hands. For those who had never seen him in his royal position, he would be unrecognized as the prince of Camelot.

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OMGOSH!! SO MANY LOVELY REQUESTS!!! YOU GUYS ROCK!!! I WILL DO THEM ALL!!! heheh!! Right!! SO I just got one of Mordred's set done!! I'll work on the others, I just wanted to post something so that you wouldn't have to wait for me to finish ALL of them !! I actually used a different quote for the HAPPY MORDRED set below!! If you don't like it, thats totally fine !! The other siggies will have the quote that you stated above!! I just thought this one fit for happy Mordy !!

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Arthur still couldn't believe that Merlin felt he gave him too much credit, when the warlock had done so much that went unacknowledged. "Quite the opposite, Merlin," Arthur admitted. He didn't give him enough credit, never had for all he had done. It made Arthur all the more grateful for returning . . . so that he could set things right. So that he could have more time to do so. He looked at his friend, still honored by the words he spoke; of how highly he praised him. Words escaped him for there were none in the English language that would do justice to how much Merlin's words touched him. Arthur had never been good at expressing his feelings verbally, so he hoped that some of the emotion was evident on his expression. After a brief silence, he continued. "The latter," he corrected.

"For you are my servant no more." Trying to lighten the mood, Arthur continued. "I think I'll have to sack you. Or promote you, I should say." Though Arthur's words were said with a lighter tone, he meant them. Though he did not know Merlin's current position. Did he still work at the castle? Did others know of his magic? Arthur slight smile faded when Merlin spoke of how he wished he could have been there . . . and how Arthur had been disappointed in him. Arthur could not deny that. Even without realizing Merlin's full potential, he had still depended on him a great deal. He hadn't known what had kept Merlin from going into battle with him, though now he knew that whatever it was, it was completely understandable. "You have nothing to explain Merlin," Arthur assured him.

"I never believed what you told me, yet could not understand where you had gone. Now I do. And it is I who should be apologizing for ever doubting you." While he may not have known exactly where Merlin went, he knew it was important . . . and undoubtedly was related to the battle somehow. "You mentioned a prophecy . . . " Arthur said, suddenly remembering Merlin's words of how he had thought he defied it. "Was what happened," -- Arthur's death -- "foretold?" Was it really inevitable? Unchangeable? Was he even meant to come back? He didn't know if Merlin had the answers, but he also knew that if anyone would know and could be asked . . . it was Merlin.

Arthur smiled with amusement when Merlin mentioned his boots wandering off. "I have yet to learn, and witness, what you're capable of. I'm actually rather intrigued by the thought." Never did Arthur think the day would come where he would smile about such a joke regarding the use of magic. Yet, it felt good. To embrace it. To know that it existed within a man that Arthur considered his brother. After seeing the corruption of its use by Morgana, Merlin was the exact opposite: proof that it could be and was used for good. "Then if we are brothers, you would stop calling me Sire," Arthur teased. Though he no longer wanted to hear Merlin use that title. No formality between them. Not when Arthur owed him so much and Merlin continued to prove how great his strength was. Arthur then listened to him explain that it was about a day long walk, and suggested staying at an inn to rest.

"We'll see if it is needed," Arthur said, though knew that Merlin was most likely right. Rational. That was something that hadn't changed. "I would rather not send word to Camelot yet. I think it best if we first see Guinevère, and then slowly approach the others." He didn't want to cause panic. He'd rather quietly enter the city, and see his wife first. "Do they know?" Arthur asked, wondering if his return was something that people had been expecting. "How did you know, that I would be here today?" He asked Merlin. For the warlock had come here today, yet Arthur did not know that it was something that was habit for Merlin.

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Merlin's words rung in Arthur's mind, though his response was silence. He couldn't kill a defenseless man like that. He'd once done so with Caerleon and came to regret it. How could he just shoot Mordred like that, when the boy was clearly no threat. And that was exactly what he was . . . a boy. Well, perhaps now better described as a young man. Arthur only prayed that he would not regret his decision . . . though he also knew that he most certainly would have been filled with regret had he done what Merlin suggested to him. Merlin's words were often wise, yet these ones, Arthur had to strongly disagree with. Lost in thought, he hadn't even heard or noticed Merlin collecting snow, until Arthur felt something hit him in the back. He paused, before slowly turning around, glaring at Merlin.

"You just struck the king of Camelot!" He accused, knowing that he only threw his title like that when it was convenient. He seldom -- if ever -- actually threatened Merlin with his position as king. Though he did often give him a list of endless chores as he was his servant. But really, was that the same thing? Quite honestly, Arthur was glad that Merlin's mood had seemed to lighten a bit. He had seemed so much more quiet and reserved than usual. Ever since they had embarked on this journey. Arthur wondered if something was troubling him or if he was just worried for the knights like Arthur was. After all, Gwaine and Percival were Merlin's close friends too. Arthur reached for a pile of snow, but instead of throwing it at Merlin -- considering that Merlin's reflexes were quite advanced after all the practice Arthur gave him -- he marched toward Merlin, and smothered the snow right onto Merlin's face. Whether Merlin could see or not, Arthur was smirking, clearly quite proud of himself.

There was a certain . . . joviality, lacking in Merlin's words. While Arthur could be quite oblivious at times, Merlin's mood wasn't all too difficult to read . . . sometimes. Other times he was down right impossible. He liked to think that he knew his friend well enough to be able to tell when something was wrong, and right now, something was definitely wrong. "You sure about that?" Arthur asked jokingly when Merlin spoke of how it was better than being dead. He meant it in more of a sense that Merlin was looking . . . well, less than happy. "Come on now, don't make me beat it out of you," he threatened, though obviously he would never do such a thing. Merlin was far too delicate. One small punch on the arm and the man could bruise like a peach.

"Seriously," Arthur said, his voice becoming less teasing and more sincere. "What's bothering you, Merlin? I know theres something. Tell me." Prior to befriending Merlin and falling in love with Guinevère, Arthur had not been used to speaking about his troubles, to express what plagued his heart at times and what emotions burdened him. But since gaining Merlin as a friend . . . and then being with Guinevère . . . amidst the many things that they had both taught him, it was that it was alright to talk about his troubles. That he never had to bear the burden alone. Arthur wanted to do the same for them, now specifically Merlin. He wanted to be here to help lift whatever weight was on his shoulders. It may not be the same as his own, but as a friend, he wanted to help. For it's what friends do . . . it's what brothers do.