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HEY ALL!! SO, as some of you may or may not know, I have been doing a bit of advertising for the site on tumblr!! BUT I was chatting with the admins and suggested we have an entire blog dedicated to the site!! I figured this way, it would create a community on tumblr that will hopefully translate onto this site !! I'm quite invested in the Merlin fandom on tumblr and I know we've gotten some members from there so hopefully this way, we'll get more !!

So with the admin's permission, I'm excited to get this going!!! I am going to need ALLLL of your guys' help though !!! This is a link to the blog:

welcometocamelotrpg.tumblr.com/

It's still a work in progress!! I have to fix the tag pages and things !! BUT I was hoping to post fic updates, announcements, etc etc SO here are a few ways that I would LOOVEE to get your help !!

1. FICS/THREADS: I am going to have a list of threads on the blog!! SO if you would like your fics to be on there, then PLEASSEEE message me, or reply to this, with the name of your fic, who its with, when it takes place, and a sentence or two to explain what its about!! I will be doing a massive list, and the categorizing it by character as well !!

2. ABOUT YOU: As you may have seen, I have a tag called "Meet the Members!" If you would like to have a little paragraph about you, then please send it to me and I will be sure to add it in that section !! Maybe just a paragraph or two !! (you don't have to have a tumblr account for this!! Its just about the member behind the charrie!) If you do have a tumblr blog, then let me know and if you'd like, I can add a link to it in your paragraph !!

3. GRAPHICS: If you have any graphics that you would like to share, then send them to me and I will FOR SURE post them!! They can be for your charrie, OR just showing off your talent in general !! I'm hoping to tempt people with lots of pretty pics !! I will be absolutely CERTAIN to credit you, and just let me know if there is a certain name you want me to credit you under

Aannnddd thats all for now!! I'm POSITIVE that there will be more things, but this is just the start!! If you'd like to be part of this, please do send me those things !! I remember way back when, I would post links to some of my threads and it got a MASSIVE following from tumblr peeps!!! Expect lots of interest, compliments and comments about your fics!! So please do help me keep it updated !!

And of course, any suggestions are MORE than welcome!! Like I said, its a work in progress but what I have right now is just the basic set up !! Let me know what you all think and don't forget to send me those things whenever you can !!!

THANKS FOR READING!!!!!! I hope this will help get the site insanely active again !!

NOTE: PLEASE do not advertise the blog yet!!! I'll post an official add for it on my tumblr but it still needs some work and things to be added !! THANK YOU !!

Arthur watched as she used her hands to cover her face, his mind working to find something else to say as further conviction. But it seemed to be unnecessary, for she moved forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. He did the same, wrapping his arms around her body to hold her close to him, as he closed his eyes and just let this moment sink in. He had been so afraid of losing her, so many times. And to know that she was now safe, with him . . . he let the relief and solace he always felt when holding her fully absorb him. The way she said his name, and the pleading word that followed . . . he knew they would have much to discuss. Did she want answers now? What ones did he even have to give? None. Other than he had just risen from the lake and was now here with her.

When she pulled back, he returned the gaze, silently staring at her. Letting the awe of her beauty fill him, as it always did every time he gazed at her. How was it possible that she seemed to grow more and more beautiful every time he saw her? And while he had not been conscious for the passage of time that they were absent from each other . . . it still felt like forever since he had seen her. He raised his hand to her cheek, gently caressing it and just watched her, wondering what was going through her mind. Wanting to do nothing more than to . . . well, as always it seemed as if they were of the same thought. For she leaned toward him and kissed him. He instantly reacted, closing his eyes and deepening the kiss immediately. This is what he had longed for ever since opening his eyes.

The familiarity and instant comfort her lips gave him as incomparable to any other feeling in the entire world. It didn't matter whether they were in the comfort of their bed, in the city somewhere, or even in Camelot. His home was wherever she was. And so now he kissed her; an embrace filled with love and the sign of fear for losing her, and the absence they had been forced to endure. She believed it was really him, and was grateful for that. And he could feel that belief in the way she kissed him. In the way she felt in his arms. He slowly and breathlessly pulled away, though hardly an inch was between. "I love you," he told her, finding these to be the most important words, ones that desperately needed to be spoken right now. Because despite everything, and no matter what, he loved her and needed her to hear him say that. Needed her to know it. And so when he said these words, he leaned forward once more to return his lips to hers.

Arthur gave a small nod when she said that they could relax on the couch tonight. Perhaps he would gift her with a nice table when she moved into another place. He after all, still felt that he owed her one since it had been his actions that had caused them to break it. But he also knew that if he offered, she would refuse. He looked down at her hand, wondering if she had meant to place it there and was being playful or . . . nope. It was definitely an accident judging from her embarrassed action of quickly pulling it away. Now if her hand had moved lower . . . that would have been a bit more difficult to ignore.

"I think you're the one carrying the baby," he said teasingly, playing it off as a joke rather than making a big deal out of it. But after her pants comment and now this? No! Gentleman! He was to remain a perfect gentleman! "I'll just have whatever you're having," he told her, referring to the drinks. He didn't want her to go through all the trouble of making something. "Come, before the food gets cold," he softly urged, carrying the plates in one hand and the bag of food in the other, waiting for her to head over to the couch so that he could make sure she actually sat rather than sit there on his own and wait for her.

Arthur listened to her explain how Gaius had told her . . . tried to reassure her that Merlin would try to find a way to save him. That ache he felt in his heart for what she endured only grew. The disappointment she must have felt. When he had given his ring to Gaius to give to her, he had known then. Known that he was not going to make it. The wound was unlike any other he had experienced. The pain was stronger, as if it was coursing through this entire body. It was more intense, and weakened him more than any other injury. He had held on for as long as he could . . . yet he had failed in holding on for just a little bit longer. Who knows if he could have been helped had he tried, but he had no life left in him. There was no lack of will to live. Only the strength to do so. "I'm sorry," he whispered in a soft voice, wishing that somehow, he had fought harder. He didn't know how he could have . . . but surely there would have been a way.

"He tried," Arthur continued, meeting her gaze. "Merlin tried to save me. He had so many times before, but this time, he could not." Merlin had often spoke to Arthur about his destiny, about how he was the once and future king . . . he had finally begun to understand that. "When I awoke, I was in the lake. And as I walked out from it, and lay on the ground, Merlin came. He was, waiting for me, as if he knew someday I would return." He knew there was still so much about Merlin he did not know. But hopefully now, he had the opportunity to learn. "I don't know how he knew, or how I am here, but I am grateful that I am. And that I am with you once more." With his love, his wife, his Guinevère.

She asked him to tell her something that no one else would no, and thankfully he did not have to think for too long as she continued with questions about the child they had longed for. It was a reminder that she had not carried one. That he had not left her with that precious gift. And how he so wished he could. The thought of a child caused the slightest smile on his lips, though it was one that held both happiness and sadness. "You asked me if I wished to name our son after my father. And I had asked you if you wished to name it after yours." He of course knew the trick in her questions, which was why he was giving a detailed response for her remembered that conversation they had about their children perfectly. "Neither of us wanted to name him after our fathers. So we decided upon Amaren." A strong, fitting name for the son of a Pendragon.

The thought made his heart ache even more. They had no child, yet maybe now, fate could bless them with one. "Anna," he said in a soft voice, keeping his gaze on her. "After your mother." Not his own, for the memory of her was too painful. Morgause had tainted it. So they had decided to honor Guinevère's mother instead. It took him a moment for her next question to register in his mind. Emrys. A name he had heard before . . . now one he knew to whom it belonged to. "Merlin," he answered in a low voice. "The druids, call him Emrys." Apparently he had many names. Arthur had even called him a few . . . idiot, buffoon, imbecile . . . none so serious as to what the druids called him. What others apparently called him. Suddenly a thought occurred to him, and his expression went from recalling the past, to slight curiosity. "You know? You know that Merlin has magic?" He both asked and stated. She had discovered it then as well.

His heart continued to ache at her words; at the torture she believed him to be putting her through. But at the same time, seeing her strength and the guard she kept up . . . he was proud of her. He was always proud of her. "If I speak a single word in answer with untruth, then I swear to you I will leave and you will never see me again." The reason he could made such a deal was because he knew he would not answer anything with lies. He remembered everything about them. While he may forget the date of their anniversary, he remembered that gilliflowers were her favorite. While he might forget to pick up his clothes and leave less of a mess for Merlin -- upon her request -- he remembered that on their first year anniversary, she had recreated their wedding night.

He knew her. He knew them. He would not falter in answering a single question, because he lived for her . . . and yet had died for the kingdom. He had wanted to make mention of this place, of a certain memory it held: their first night together, all those years ago. But he dare not speak of something so intimate. Not yet. Not when she still believed him to be an impostor. He needed to convince her first. That was the most important thing right now. While waiting for her questions, he pulled out his sword from the stone and set it on the ground. If she wished to take it, it was within her grasp. If she wished to see it, the light from the moon was enough to make the gold on it glisten.

"All my nights are cold." These words broke his heart and filled him with a kind of unimaginable pain. To hear her speak of a life where they weren't together. He could not even begin to imagine one. Guinevère was everything to him. Yet he had been the fortunate one. He had been the one sleeping for years, where she had endured the loss. Had he been forced to live a life without her . . . he would not have survived. All the more proof that she was so much stronger than he was. She always had been. He had not words to offer, for ones of promise toward a future where her nights need not be cold anymore was far too premature. First, he needed to convince her that it was really him, and her next words gave him an opening to do that. How to explain it . . . that he did not know. Her words revealed that still unwavering faith she held in him. And it touched his heart.

While he never doubted her faith in him . . . to hear it now . . . both honored him and saddened him. The latter, for he had abandoned her in this world. He had left her with the pressures of ruling a kingdom, when she should never have had to do it alone. He lowered the cloth that covered part of his face, having no intention of leaving. "If I cannot be with you Guinevère, then I am dead already." Then he would rather return to the darkness that he awoke from, for what was a life without her? "You have never failed me. You could never do such a thing. I can not explain how I am here, only that I am. I can not imagine what these past three years have been like for you." Years when he should have been by her side. "All I can do is urge you to see me for who I am. Arthur. Your husband. A man who loves you more than anything." Not a king. Not a knight. Not a warrior. But Arthur. Just the man.

Arthur's heart filled with remorse when he heard her speak of how she had been fooled before. His mind went instantly to Morgana, and all the torture she had forced Guinevère to endure. If nothing else, he had died in peace, knowing that Morgana would never be a threat to Guinevère or the kingdom ever again. But before he had time to response, she urged the horse forward and took off. He froze in shock for a moment, wondering if he should let her go -- for if she continued that way she would be heading toward the city. But . . . no. He couldn't. He could not just send her off, assuming that the others would not find her. So he rushed after her, but his speed quickened when he saw in the distance that the horse was rearing up, and Guinevère was falling back.

He couldn't make it to her in time to catch her fall, but he quickly fell to his knees beside her. "Guinevère," he said in a voice filled with concern. He gently placed his hand behind her head so that it was not resting on the hard ground. "Are you alright?" Perhaps a stupid question. She had been kidnapped from her home, fallen off a horse, and in the company of a man whom she believed long since dead. He didn't wait for her answer. She was in no condition to travel further without some rest and food. Who knows if her captors even fed her. He gently lifted her into his arms and proceeded to carry her over to the cave.

The horse was well trained enough to not run off, too far, but Arthur would worry about making sure of that later. Once Guinevère was settled. He took her over to the cave, gently setting her down and then took off his vest which he bunched up as a pillow and placed it behind her. "I'll be right back." He meant that as words of comfort, yet at the moment they could certainly sound like a threat for she still not believe it was really him. He quickly tied the reigns to a tree, a large one so that the horse was sheltered from the rain, and then grabbed the cloak he had draped around the saddle. He then rushed back to the cave, having kept an eye on it to make sure she didn't run off again. "This will keep you warm," he told her, covering her with the cloak he had taken from the city.

Reality seemed to set in for her, because as soon as they reached the horse, she grabbed his weapon, pushed him down and made a run for it. He didn't have the opportunity to say or explain anything. All he could think about was that the men could catch up to her and . . . do who knows what. He dared not even think it. He scrambled to his feet and quickly mounted the horse. He followed the direction in which she ran, but soon lost sight of her. He knew it wasn't because she had outrun him . . . but because she was hiding. He remained silent, not wanting to call for her in case the men were nearby. He didn't seem to have to wait for long because soon enough, she emerged from her hiding place and continued to run. He steered his horse in her direction and grew closer and closer to her.

Instead of dismounting, or blocking her, or trying to stop and explain things to her . . . as he came up to her from behind, he leaned over toward her, bending down near her while still seated on his horse and maintaining a steady speed and with one arm, scooped her up and positioned her in front of him.He kept one arm firmly around her waist to hold her in place, and with her smaller height, his vision was not blocked. He then quickened the speed of the horse, urging it to go as fast as it could, so that they could far away from here. "It's alright," he whispered near her ear. She didn't believe it was him, and trying to tell her now would not do any good, so he could only reassure her of one thing. "I'm not going to hurt you." He wasn't sure if she would believe that either, and all he could do was speak with a soft assurance in his voice. Besides, with how he was holding her right now, it wasn't as if he was giving her much of a choice other than to come with him.