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Elyan was sitting on the edge of his bed in his chambers with his head in his hands. He had been nursing a small headache since the possession ordeal. He could honestly hardly remember most of it. He had been trying hard to remember being possessed but it's almost like he had been asleep the whole time when the child took over him; like he had just switched off. He could only remember random images like it was a dream but everything was slowly slipping away. The thought unnerved him and sent shivers down his back. He had yet to apologise to Arthur; the King about almost killing him, which he had apparently tried to do when the child was controlling him. He had apparently done many things under the child's control. Despite having most of his memory of the entire experience gone, he couldn't forget the child's face, the pure fear he had felt in his heart when it began to torment him. He feared the experience would stay with him forever.

He wished his sister could have been here. She would have known exactly what to say and do to make him feel more at ease. She always did. But she wasn't here to comfort him, and he missed her dearly. He decided to sit up slightly and think of something else, maybe that would ease his mind. It turned out that thinking of something random after a traumatising experience was very difficult indeed. He let out a groan of frustration and put his head back in his hands. Maybe he should talk to Gaius about getting a tonic for his head. He'd brushed it off after Gaius had offered before, but now maybe he would change his mind. He hadn't really been sleeping well and probably looked a mess. His head looked up when he heard someone knocking at his door. He thought for a split second that it might be Gwen, but quickly purged the idea from his mind. That was impossible and it would be foolish of him to hope. He stood up and made his way over to the door and opened it to see Arthur. He could have laughed at himself, if it wasn't so pathetic because despite the fact that it wasn't possible, he'd still felt a tiny shred of hope being crushed when he saw that it wasn't his sister at the door. "My lord," he addressed him formally. "What can I do for you?"

Tag: King Arthur
Setting: In Elyan's room in the evening
Timeline: After 'The Heard of a New Age'

Relief; that was the first thing he felt when he'd realised Arthur had taken back the castle. Before happiness, before any sense of duty, he had an overwhelming feeling of relief. After enduring Morgana's torture it had been all he could bare to feel. He'd been mostly worried about Gaius, after all he wasn't exactly the youngest of them and the strain of sitting in a cell, starving must have been very difficult for him. But after visiting him, Gaius assured Elyan he was fine and waved it away, instead setting to work on Elyan's recovery. That hadn't been quite as easy as Elyan had anticipated. Gaius told him the nathair snakes had left some of their venom inside Elyan's body which had to be removed immediately. That had been a painful process that left Elyan feeling weak again, but at least he was alive and well.

Gwen had taken care of him of course, and generally helped around the castle despite the fact that she was still technically banished. But she'd helped take back the castle, so didn't that count for something? After speaking with her, she'd told him of her plan to leave should Arthur wish it. He didn't want to lose his sister again especially after being so close to death himself. Elyan knew Arthur could be stubborn, but in this case, he would be too. He hadn't fought hard enough to keep Gwen last time and he certainly wouldn't be making that same mistake again. He sat up from his chair at his desk when he heard his name called. It was Arthur, just the man he'd been wanting to see. "No, not at all. Please, come in." He was a little weak but still a lot better. "I'm glad you came, I've actually been meaning to talk to you," he started, suddenly feeling nervous. What was he supposed to say exactly? "Concerning my sister," he continued raising his eyebrows slightly. He hoped Arthur understood.

I think saying sorry for the long wait doesn't quite cover it, but still, sorry for the extreeeemely long wait

He'd wanted to visit Glouchedon on his travels but never had the chance. "No, I haven't actually. But I've always wanted to." Maybe he'd have the chance some time in the future, when the threat of Morgana's return was no longer at the forefront of everyone's mind. Until Morgana was defeated once and for all, he couldn't go off exploring a new land. He had a duty to the kingdom. He smiled slightly to himself; how he had changed from being that naïve boy who ran away from home all those years ago to a knight with responsibilities. If he survived the inevitable battle to defeat Morgana, there where many places he wanted to go. Who knows, maybe he'd finally settle down and have a family. Elyan didn't usually look too far ahead into the future, but sitting here now with Caitrin and her beautiful children made him dare to think if a life after Morgana is gone. A smile even spread across his face.

Elyan didn't have a lot of experience in holding babies; in fact he had next to none. He'd never really had cause to, except for that one time in Escetia when a heavily pregnant woman strolled into his forge and fell into labour right there and then. That had been one heck if a day. It's not every day a stranger decides to name her child after you. It was actually quite similar in some ways to the day he met Caitrin. He did as Caitrin asked and sat a little awkwardly on the bed, trying to figure out the right position for holding a baby. He held out his arms as Caitrin carefully placed the small tired child in his arms. Elyan made sure to support his head; he knew at least that much. The baby boy fidgeted a little and then settled. "He's so small," he said quietly with a small disbelieving laugh. Arthur looked up at Elyan as his eyes began to droop. If it was possible for Elyan to feel even more awed, he did. "Am I doing this right?" He didn't want the child feeling uncomfortable.

"What's the occasion?" He looked back at the pendant and sighed. "It's her birthday soon," he smiled. "We haven't exactly been on the best of terms recently." What with him practically abandoning her and all. They hadn't spoken face to face in a year. He'd sent her a few letters, but he was running out of idea about what to say. He didn't want to tell her about his travels for fear it would sound like he was gloating. He couldn't apologise either, because acting like he regretted leaving was just that; an act. He'd be lying to her, and he hated doing that. He was enjoying seeing the lands further than Camelot's walls. He'd learnt so much already, and just thinking about how much more was out there made him want to run out and discover it. It was difficult to explain, most of all to her. She probably hated him anyway, after everything, but he did honestly miss her terribly. She meant the world to him, and if getting her a simple necklace would make her any happier than he'd get her hundreds. He just needed to earn a little more money, that's all.

He creased his eyebrows when she said she wasn't there to purchase anything. "I mean no offence in saying this, but what brings you to the market then?" Maybe she didn't have enough money to buy anything either. But judging by what she wore, she didn't look like she couldn't afford something. Isadora. Why did that sound familiar? He could have sworn he'd heard someone in the city say that name before. It didn't sound very common, but then what other explanation was there? "That's a beautiful name," he said politely with a smile. "So what do you do Isadora?" He meant job-wise. Although maybe she was a worked at home. "If you don't mind me asking, that is," he said with a teasing smile.

Elyan guessed he should be glad Gwaine was being so very supportive and strangely informative. In fact Gwaine did seem to know an awful lot about this beast. That was probably because he must have encountered it before. So he should just count himself lucky that his friend is nearby to help him. There was no point worrying too much now anyway; Gaius would surely know exactly how to deal with it. Until then he'd just have to sit tight and put up fight. He leaned on Gwaine further as he listened to him speak. Clearly he didn't have the energy to multitask. A task to defeat it? Ha! "I assure you, my friend, it is a challenge that I will definitely overcome," he half slurred. "Although I guess I really should thank you for," Wow! Gwaine had really shiny buttons!

He was incredibly glad to be back to his chambers. It felt like he'd been away for ages and he missed his warm bed. Maybe after a good night’s rest the alcohol fairy would stop banging on the inside of his head; he was beginning to get a real headache. He was sure it couldn't get worse than this. “Either you move your feet or you sleep there; I’m not carrying you.” He sulked at Gwaine. "What a friend you are." He proceeded to pout and then let go of Gwaine in a huff. That was a mistake. As soon as he lost the support he felt himself falling forwards. He would have hit the floor if the doors to his chambers hadn't been in front of him. But the wooden doors weren't exactly luxurious cushions and he fell against them with a loud "Ow!" He steadied himself and looked back at Gwaine. "I guess this is goodbye, my friend, I hope to see you soon," he said with all the seriousness he could muster in his childlike state. He slowly opened the door and practically ran towards his bed. Elyan fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow with all thoughts of the alcohol fairy and the early morning of training ahead gone. He also slept fully clothed and with the door still wide open.

He sighed dejectedly and put down the necklace again. Maybe after he earned some more money he could come back and buy if it was still there. But by the evident beauty he doubted it would be and there was no way he'd be able to earn that much money quickly enough. "Gwen, what a pretty name. Does it belong to your sweetheart?" He snapped himself out of his thoughts on the necklace and gazed up to see a woman standing before him. She was definitely beautiful, there was no doubt about that. But there was something different about her, from the clothes she was wearing to the very way she stood with her back straight and shoulders back. He finally realised that she had asked him a question and stopped thinking about why she was different.

"Uhh no, Gwen is my sister's name." He picked up the necklace again. "I'd been hoping to this for her, but I guess I'll have to wait another day." It would be her birthday in a few months since he'd left shortly before her last one. Maybe he'd be back by then with the necklace in hand, all things forgiven. It was an unlikely fantasy, he decided there wasn't any point in brooding now. He definitely didn't need to burden her with his problems though. "Are you looking to buy something for yourself?" He asked, smiling at her. "Sorry, I'm Elyan," he introduced himself and held out a hand. Despite traveling alone for a few months he still had his manners. He also wanted to learn her name and maybe figure out why she seemed to stand out to him.

Hey Isadora Not sure if you're still looking but Elyan's up for a thread if you'd like. He could probably come across Gwent some time in his four year absence. If you are actually up for it just shoot me a pm.

He ate a spoonful of the delicious soup and smiled at the taste. It may not have been something served from the palace kitchens but that's what made it so much better. It wasn't just the taste Elyan loved although that was wonderful, it was the memories it brought. Memories of his family sitting at the very table he was sitting at now. His parents may not be with him now, but he'd always have his sister, his Gwen. "Arthur actually asked me to take on a different role for the court." He put his hand down and tore his thoughts away from memories. "Oh?" He curiously looked up at her. "And what position is that?" Maybe she would move further up in the castle, instead of being a maid. Maybe Arthur would make her a lady. The thought made him smile.

He took her hand in his when she reached across and continued to smile warmly at her, still unaware to what was making her so cheerful today. Confusion masked his eyes however when he felt something odd on her finger. Elyan looked down at her hand to see a ring on her finger. It was a beautiful ring but that wasn't what caught his eye and caused him to stare at it. It was the position of the ring that made Elyan stop; the ring was on the finger meant only for an engagement ring, a wedding ring. He finally tore his eyes away from it and looked at Gwen, his mouth open in shock. He could hardly speak, but Gwen confirmed his suspicions.

"He asked me to be his wife." Elyan could only stare at his sister for several seconds until he was finally able to speak. "He...what?" Elyan stood up abruptly all thoughts of food and dinner purged from his mind at the news. He just went straight for his sister, pulled her up from her chair and hugged her for all he was worth. "CONGRATULATIONS!" He practically shouted their small house down. When he finally let go of her, all he could down was helplessley grin...then he hugged her again muttering, "my sister's getting married, my sister's getting married," over and over again more to himself than to Gwen, laughing while he hugged her and spun her around off her feet. He'd known of course when he realised Arthur and Gwen were in love that he'd eventually ask for her hand, but that didn't make it any less surreal. When he put her down eventually, so many questions bubbled in his mind but he chose one after just grinning at her for a few more seconds. "So, when did he ask you?"

This alcohol fairy seemed like a dangerous foe, unlike anything he'd ever encountered before. But despite any fear he felt, he was determined to defeat it. “Maybe not forever.” He could see the seriousness of Gwaine's face and listened intently when he continued. When it finds a way to get out of his head? Did that mean it would go out through his ears? It was the most logical conclusion, of course. Elyan knew he'd been extremely logical throughout the entire ordeal with the alcohol fairy. "I'll just have to go to Gaius." He thought of his bed. "Tomorrow." Gaius would definitely know what to do about an alcohol fairy. Elyan just hoped he wouldn't have to drink anything. He knew as well as anyone how practically every medicine given by that physician and probably every physician tasted revolting. But he also knew that they all worked. It was a sacrifice he’d just have to make. “No fairy is going to beat the mighty Elyan,” he said pointedly at Gwaine, referring to himself with the old nickname he’d used occasionally when he was a child. Gwen had always laughed at it but that was probably only because she knew it was true, he thought childishly. The possible repercussions of saying such words in front of Gwaine didn’t even cross his mind.

He wasn’t amused by the fact that his friend was trying to stop Elyan from expressing his deep emotions. He slapped Gwaine’s hand away and stopped singing…for the time being. Although, he made a point to pout at Gwaine and sulk because he hadn’t enjoyed his obviously wonderful singing. There must be something wrong with the other knight’s ears, he concluded. That was the only plausible explanation. The castle would have been glad to wake up to his glorious singing anyway and so would Gwen, he pouted again. “Besides, your hair will never be as luscious as mine, no matter how much you bloody well sing about it.” Elyan glared at his friend; that hurt. If he grew it out Elyan’s hair would be a million times better than Gwaine’s silly hair. He had to express his hurt somehow to Gwaine though and concluded the only way he could. He decided to very childishly stick his tongue out at Gwaine while of course glaring at him the entire time. He was distracted by his mission though when they finally reached a door. “My chambers!” He exclaimed. Elyan made no move towards the door however since Gwaine was obviously going to carry him in, of course.