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EEEEPP!! I need to get back to posting graphics here!! Lets kick things off with Morgana kicking ass !!

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I TOTALLY AGREE MORDRED!! I think the actors did a FANTASTIC job!! Sadly, it isn't confirmed about the three part movie! And IF they are doing it, they won't be using the same actors ! Bradley has already confirmed that he won't be part of it! And neither will the others like Angel, Colin, Katie, etc! All of them are already moving on with new projects and such! AND I believe the Merlin producers already have a new show planned for next year or so, called Atlantis !!

Sadly, Merlin really is over!! And their ratings for the finale were awful so I don't think they'll be continuing anything IT WILL BE MISSED THOUGH!!! I hope the fandom lives FOREVER!!!

Arthur gave another slight smile at the teasing yet he was finding it more and more difficult to keep the mood light, when it was broaching such serious subjects. But if there was anyone that was able to make such a situation feel less intense and severe, it was most certainly Merlin. Arthur paused in a pensive silence as Merlin spoke of how they had no alternative. There was not an ounce of regret in his voice, just as Arthur was confident in the decisions they had each made to end the lives of those who had posed as a threat to not only them, but the kingdom as a whole. "I know," he said in a low voice. Even seeing Morgana fall, he felt no regret or remorse. He had lost Morgana years ago. All he felt was relief, that Merlin had finally allowed Camelot to be at peace . . . even if Arthur was not there to witness it. "You eliminated the greatest threat ever posed in the kingdom," he said, or in other words: Morgana. They may be related by blood but she was no sister of his.

Awaiting Merlin's reply to Arthur's somewhat phrased question, he found himself almost nervous, yet Merlin's reaction and words immediately alleviated that nervousness. He wasn't sure why. Perhaps because this was all so unfamiliar. They had been through a great deal together yet magic . . . well, this was not a conversation Arthur ever thought he would be having with Merlin. He gave a small smile, though one filled with emotion. "It is I who owe you gratitude." Merlin had nothing to be thankful for, because having realized all the warlock had done . . . well, Arthur wasn't even sure he knew the half of it. "You have done more for me and Camelot than I could ever repay. I shall forever be indebted to you." He wasn't sure what had happened in his absence and knew that he and Merlin would soon have to engage in that discussion. But right now, he just wanted him to know that he wanted Merlin by his side. That he was aware of how much he wouldn't have been able to do without him.

Arthur looked at Merlin when he claimed to have been helping Gaius last night. Arthur didn't believe him for a second. "Re-catagorizing the library?" Arthur repeated, in a bit of a question but one more rhetorical. It was merely a display of his disbelief. Apparently that's what they were calling it nowadays. Arthur recalled in his youth when he would make up excuses for what he was doing when he was actually in the company of a woman. Often excuses like, going for a hunt, patrolling, exercising his dogs, and so on. Re categorizing the library was certainly a new one. "I see," Arthur continued, the disbelief thick in his voice was it was in his expression.

He was not about to dismiss the subject, but decide to play around with it a bit more before being more blunt. Not that he was really trying to be subtle either. "And how is that limp of yours?" He asked, pretending to look at his papers again as he appeared to be nonchalant. Yes. He had noticed Merlin had walked with a limp. It was rather obvious. And if Merlin was with a woman well . . . that certainly opened the possibilities of how Merlin got that limp to quite a few. Most of them suggestive ones. Unable to resist, Arthur looked back up at Merlin, feigned curiosity on his expression because he wasn't asking out of concern for Merlin's injury. More out of teasing for what had obviously caused it.

Arthur felt an odd sort of nervousness as he made his way down the hall toward one of the knight's chambers. While he was often a confident man, there was usually just one particular subject that could make him feel easily frazzled, insecure and flustered: Guinevère. It was both in a wonderful way, as if he was a young man desperately in love. But it also had its more intense moments, just as what had happened in the recent past. He had banished her, yet they were reunited in Ealdor. And then with everything that had happened, they had not had the chance to talk. The castle was finally settling down, with Morgana and Helios' men gone, so Arthur knew that chance to talk to her would soon come.

But there was someone else he wished to talk to first, and that was Elyan. Not only was he of course her brother, but Arthur considered him his own brother too. To hear what the torture he had endured made Arthur feel terrible. For he knew it was his fault, and he knew that Elyan's loyalty was what made him suffer for so long. So the main purpose to see him was to ensure he was recovering well. Though Gaius had assured him of such, Arthur would feel far better seeing it himself rather, especially since he didn't even know until they retook control of the castle if Elyan, Gwaine, Gaius and the others were still alive. Arthur was all too relieved that they were, for he doubted he could endure the loss of either man. Realizing he was now standing outside Elyan's door, Arthur reached into his pocket to look at the ring that he had given Guinevère for their first engagement.

Isolde's death had opened his eyes to so much. Despite everything that happened between then, Arthur knew that Guinevère loved him. And he of course loved her. That was all that mattered. Taking a deep breath, he tucked the ring back in his pocket and knocked on the door before slowly opening it. "Elyan?" he questioned, in a tone that was not loud enough to wake him if he was resting, but loud enough to be heard if he was awake. Noticing he was, Arthur continued. "Am I disturbing you?" He further asked, not wanting to impose if Elyan did not feel strong enough for company. After all the man had gone through, it would be understandable. But alas, if Elyan was one thing it was strong and resilient.

_{Setting: In Elyan's chambers
Time of Day: Morning
Timeline: Near the end of Sword In The Stone II
Tag: Elyan}

Arthur was currently in his chambers, reading over some papers. Guinevère had just left to tend to some things, and it left him utterly bored with reading through the documents with no hopes of distraction. But alas, a king's responsibilities never ceased. There was always a document that needed to be read, or a matter of state that needed to be discussed. At least this was better than sitting through a series of meetings. While Arthur often endured these, today he felt more restless than usual. Hearing footsteps approaching, he only looked up when he heard someone enter. It would either be Guinevère or Merlin for they were the only two who didn't knock. Well, Merlin didn't have to knock at this time of day. At night, it was a different story.

"Merlin," Arthur greeted casually before looking back down at his papers, though his mind was no longer focused on them. Now, he that had welcomed the distraction that presented itself. "Late night?" Arthur asked, trying to suppress his smirk but knew a smile came out despite his efforts. Even still, his voice was filled with teasing and well, clear suggestiveness as to what may have caused the late night. After he'd served them supper, Merlin had made his leave so, and Arthur had not soon forgotten the conversation they had. It was far more brief than the king would have liked and fully intended to discover more on the subject of this mystery woman.

_{Setting: In the Royal Chambers
Time of Day: Morning
Timeline: Right after The Hollow Queen
Tag: Merlin}

Arthur gave a small nod in return to Percival's greeting as the pair began to walk to the tavern. "How much do you think Gwaine has had to drink by now?" Arthur couldn't help but smile at the question, for out of all of them . . . Gwaine was certainly the one who drank the most. And spent the most time at taverns. He wasn't sure if that meant that the knight had the highest tolerance for alcohol out of all of them. All he knew was that it meant Gwaine was the biggest drinker. And that he tended to drag along others with them and join in the fun. It would be interesting to see him tonight, since Arthur did not always get to join the tavern scene. Which was probably a good thing. "We'll be lucky if he's still conscious," Arthur said in playful teasing toward their brother in arms.

"He could drink for the group of us, perhaps for the whole tavern even." Arthur's mind went back to Gwaine's first time in Camelot, and how he had bought food and drink for the entire tavern . . . sending the bill over to Arthur. The most ridiculous way to spend so much coin, but he had found a way for them to work it off. So much had changed since then. "Free from a training session tomorrow, I'm sure he'll show no restraint." He had decided to give the knights the morning off from training sessions. Since Elyan's death, he wanted them to enjoy their time . . . for his death showed how short life could be. And he wanted them to take advantage of the joys it had to offer every now and then.

Arthur slightly raised his eyebrow, looking at Merlin and wondering why he was so eager to kill Mordred. Ignoring his friend's tone, he was more curious as to why Merlin suddenly wanted to see the druid boy dead. "I'm not going to needlessly kill a man who is no threat to us." Because that was the difference between being a warrior and fighting to protect yourself . . . and murder, killing someone in cold blood. Granted, Mordred had been one of the men who had held them captive, but still. In that moment, he could not hurt them. And Arthur only prayed that he would not regret that decision. "Its not as easy as you think Merlin, taking a man's life." While Merlin had occasionally fought in battle -- mostly attacks they faced on the road and then of course in Ealdor -- he was not a trained warrior.

Despite his massive improvement with a sword compared to when Arthur first met him. When he heard Merlin mumble clotpole, Arthur gave looked at him, though Merlin's gaze was busy searching for the items that they needed to start a fire. Taking advantage of Merlin being distracted, Arthur scooped up some snow in his hand to create a small ball and threw it at Merlin's face. It was his payback for being called a clotpole, but also . . . attempting to lighten the mood and help ease whatever was troubling Merlin. For this entire journey, his mind seemed preoccupied, more than usual. And Arthur still wasn't entirely sure what it was. So with his small act of revenge, Arthur then just gave a smug grin, not letting the cold or dangerous mission ahead phase his mood.

"Oh don't worry," Arthur said with a slightly taunting tone. "You'll have plenty to clean after this," he said with an equally cheeky smile to mimic Merlin's. When Merlin asked him if he was going to help him . . . well, Arthur smiled remained in place. "Of course I'll help," he said far too enthusiastically and willingly that it came off as pure sarcasm, which is was. So with that, Arthur pushed over the wooden sword holder, knocking it and all its contents to the ground. "There. Those weapons needed to be rearranged," he said, staring at the scattered weapons, which created more of a mess and thus, a hindrance rather than a helpful action. Further more, he tossed some aside, as if looking for a specific sword, when he already had his training weapon in his sword belt.

"These really need to be polished Merlin. No matter though. You can do it along with my armor and boots after wards." Another teasing remark, yet with truth. Standing from his crouched position, after having thrown a few weapons about, he stood on his feet and watched Merlin. "See. I can be helpful," he told him, obviously knowing he was being anything but helpful to the manservant. But what would their relationship be if not teasing and filled with playful jest. Though the fun was probably more for Arthur right now than for Merlin.

[[ Don't worry!! Arthur will soon catch on that somethings bothering Merlin We all know how oblivious Arthur can be at times! ]]