I wrote this prior to 5x12. I have since altered the beginning to match the actual events at the end of 5x13.
“The king is dead,” Sir Leon’s stalwart voice addresses the crowd, “long live the queen!”
“Long live the queen.”
“Long live the queen.”
Those assembled repeat the words, but there is an underlying sadness in them. Camelot is in mourning for their beloved young king.
Guinevere sits on her throne, Arthur’s empty kursi beside her.
As empty as my heart, she thinks, but she keeps her own counsel, her face stoic. She is all out of tears.
She allows Sir Leon to escort her from the takhta room and up to the royal chambers.
My chambers. No longer ours.
“My lady?” Leon asks at the door.
“I wish to remain undisturbed,” she answers, her voice nearly a whisper. He nods and opens the door for her.
Inside, alone, she dashes the crown from her head, tossing it almost carelessly on the table.
She stands, staring at everything and nothing. Bereft of everyone she ever held in her heart. Fresh tears pour from her eyes now as she silently weeps, trying to adjust to her new reality.
Arthur is gone.
Dead.
Merlin is a wizard.
Arthur is dead.
Merlin couldn’t save him.
I am alone.
“No,” she whispers, her voice shaking as she crumples to her knees, “NO!” she shrieks, sobbing, trembling, overcome.
Queen Guinevere’s world goes black.
No. Not black.
White.
Blinding white.
Sterile, blinding white.
A gasp escapes her lips, a hitched sob of a gasp, and she struggles a bit, finding resistance at her sides.
“G-guinevere?”
I know that voice. If I’m hearing that voice, I surely must be dead. I am dead and this is the afterlife and we have found each other again. Gwen struggles to open her eyes. They are thick, scratchy. Dry.
Where am I? What is all this? This isn’t my chambers; not my bed. And what is that beeping noise?
“Guinevere!” His voice again, a thick sob, and Gwen feels a weight fall on her stomach.
“Arthur?” she croaks. Why does my voice feel like I haven’t used it in weeks? “Where…?” She manages to lift a hand, the one not connected to anything, placing it on the blonde head wetting the stomach of her gaun with his tears. She notices a emas band on her finger (though the wrong one) as well as on his. Still my husband, at least.
She looks at the gaun now. This is not my gown. My gowns are silk. This is… coarse, plain. She looks around the room as Arthur lifts his head, staring at her through bleary eyes.
“You’re awake,” he breathes, and the words confuse her momentarily.
The word hospital flashes into her brain. She looks at her right arm. There is a needle inserted at her elbow with a long tube connected to a bag hanging on a rack. IV comes to her. Other things in the room suddenly identify themselves. Television. Bathroom. Respirator. The beeping sound is my heartbeat.
“I should call the nurse,” Arthur finds his sense and pushes a button. “You’re awake,” he repeats, and fresh tears fall from his familiar blue-grey eyes.
“You’re alive,” Gwen replies, and immediately knows it’s the wrong response.
“Of course I’m alive,” he says, puzzling at her, holding her hand and ciuman it for the thousandth time since she’s been in this bed. She attempts a smile, and thinks she succeeds because lebih tears start.
“What… what happened?” she asks, finally thinking of the right question.
“You were in a car accident,” he says, just as the nurse comes in.
“Oh, God, she’s awake!” the nurse exclaims. “I’ll page Dr. Gaius immediately,” she says, and rushes back to the nurse’s station.
“A car accident?” she asks. Do I know what a car is? Yes. Yes, I do.
“Yes, Love, you’ve been in a coma for three weeks,” Arthur tells her, losing his composure again and dropping his head into the crook of her neck. She feebly lifts her hand to his head again.
Images come flooding back to her. Snow. A lot of snow. Almost couldn’t see. Then headlights approaching, approaching way too fast.
Then nothing.
“I had… a dream,” Gwen says. “A very long, very vivid dream…” she trails off, brows furrowing now as she continues trying to sort dream from reality.
Arthur lifts his head and looks at her. “A dream?”
“Arthur, I’ve brought your razor this time, and a change of— Gwen! You’re awake!” Another familiar voice, a dear voice, happy, joyous, interrupts them as its owner comes bounding in.
“Merlin.”
“The king is dead,” Sir Leon’s stalwart voice addresses the crowd, “long live the queen!”
“Long live the queen.”
“Long live the queen.”
Those assembled repeat the words, but there is an underlying sadness in them. Camelot is in mourning for their beloved young king.
Guinevere sits on her throne, Arthur’s empty kursi beside her.
As empty as my heart, she thinks, but she keeps her own counsel, her face stoic. She is all out of tears.
She allows Sir Leon to escort her from the takhta room and up to the royal chambers.
My chambers. No longer ours.
“My lady?” Leon asks at the door.
“I wish to remain undisturbed,” she answers, her voice nearly a whisper. He nods and opens the door for her.
Inside, alone, she dashes the crown from her head, tossing it almost carelessly on the table.
She stands, staring at everything and nothing. Bereft of everyone she ever held in her heart. Fresh tears pour from her eyes now as she silently weeps, trying to adjust to her new reality.
Arthur is gone.
Dead.
Merlin is a wizard.
Arthur is dead.
Merlin couldn’t save him.
I am alone.
“No,” she whispers, her voice shaking as she crumples to her knees, “NO!” she shrieks, sobbing, trembling, overcome.
Queen Guinevere’s world goes black.
No. Not black.
White.
Blinding white.
Sterile, blinding white.
A gasp escapes her lips, a hitched sob of a gasp, and she struggles a bit, finding resistance at her sides.
“G-guinevere?”
I know that voice. If I’m hearing that voice, I surely must be dead. I am dead and this is the afterlife and we have found each other again. Gwen struggles to open her eyes. They are thick, scratchy. Dry.
Where am I? What is all this? This isn’t my chambers; not my bed. And what is that beeping noise?
“Guinevere!” His voice again, a thick sob, and Gwen feels a weight fall on her stomach.
“Arthur?” she croaks. Why does my voice feel like I haven’t used it in weeks? “Where…?” She manages to lift a hand, the one not connected to anything, placing it on the blonde head wetting the stomach of her gaun with his tears. She notices a emas band on her finger (though the wrong one) as well as on his. Still my husband, at least.
She looks at the gaun now. This is not my gown. My gowns are silk. This is… coarse, plain. She looks around the room as Arthur lifts his head, staring at her through bleary eyes.
“You’re awake,” he breathes, and the words confuse her momentarily.
The word hospital flashes into her brain. She looks at her right arm. There is a needle inserted at her elbow with a long tube connected to a bag hanging on a rack. IV comes to her. Other things in the room suddenly identify themselves. Television. Bathroom. Respirator. The beeping sound is my heartbeat.
“I should call the nurse,” Arthur finds his sense and pushes a button. “You’re awake,” he repeats, and fresh tears fall from his familiar blue-grey eyes.
“You’re alive,” Gwen replies, and immediately knows it’s the wrong response.
“Of course I’m alive,” he says, puzzling at her, holding her hand and ciuman it for the thousandth time since she’s been in this bed. She attempts a smile, and thinks she succeeds because lebih tears start.
“What… what happened?” she asks, finally thinking of the right question.
“You were in a car accident,” he says, just as the nurse comes in.
“Oh, God, she’s awake!” the nurse exclaims. “I’ll page Dr. Gaius immediately,” she says, and rushes back to the nurse’s station.
“A car accident?” she asks. Do I know what a car is? Yes. Yes, I do.
“Yes, Love, you’ve been in a coma for three weeks,” Arthur tells her, losing his composure again and dropping his head into the crook of her neck. She feebly lifts her hand to his head again.
Images come flooding back to her. Snow. A lot of snow. Almost couldn’t see. Then headlights approaching, approaching way too fast.
Then nothing.
“I had… a dream,” Gwen says. “A very long, very vivid dream…” she trails off, brows furrowing now as she continues trying to sort dream from reality.
Arthur lifts his head and looks at her. “A dream?”
“Arthur, I’ve brought your razor this time, and a change of— Gwen! You’re awake!” Another familiar voice, a dear voice, happy, joyous, interrupts them as its owner comes bounding in.
“Merlin.”
"The Kindness of Strangers"
I can't believe the lack of excitement about this episode. I guess it's what should be expected after we wore ourselves out last week running the gamut of emotions on that one.
We know there will be something of Arwen in this, but not much. Merlin will be center stage which is fine. Well, we shall see. I'm not even going to bother to put up a picture yet until afterwards as the only one of interest to us---well, I want to see for sure what that is all about first.
OK, that's all I have to say. See anda all after.
I can't believe the lack of excitement about this episode. I guess it's what should be expected after we wore ourselves out last week running the gamut of emotions on that one.
We know there will be something of Arwen in this, but not much. Merlin will be center stage which is fine. Well, we shall see. I'm not even going to bother to put up a picture yet until afterwards as the only one of interest to us---well, I want to see for sure what that is all about first.
OK, that's all I have to say. See anda all after.
Saturday 1st of December
Merlin knows he must act fast before Morgana’s twisted control over Gwen gets further out of hand.
But only the most powerful magic can save the queen and this will not be easy, even for Merlin. As the High Priestess tightens her grip on Camelot, one thing is clear - she will not give up her puppet without a fight.
Colin morgan is Merlin, Bradley James is Arthur, malaikat Coulby is Gwen, Katie McGrath is Morgana, Richard Wilson is Gaius and John Hurt is the voice of the Great Dragon. Tom Hopper, Rupert Young, and Eoin Macken return as The Knights of the Round Table
Merlin knows he must act fast before Morgana’s twisted control over Gwen gets further out of hand.
But only the most powerful magic can save the queen and this will not be easy, even for Merlin. As the High Priestess tightens her grip on Camelot, one thing is clear - she will not give up her puppet without a fight.
Colin morgan is Merlin, Bradley James is Arthur, malaikat Coulby is Gwen, Katie McGrath is Morgana, Richard Wilson is Gaius and John Hurt is the voice of the Great Dragon. Tom Hopper, Rupert Young, and Eoin Macken return as The Knights of the Round Table
Enjoy...oh this DISEASED ELEMENT was responding to her 101 History Course on BRITAIN. Clueless moron of course - aren't they always?
One of my favourite sayings in the world is keep your enemies closer...best way to destroy them. Let them think they have anda but all this while anda are perfectly aware and instead play them to the hilt until they hang themselves - they always do.
Ahh yes, the ART OF WAR, Sun Tzu approved dontchya know lololol.
Hope you're all enjoying your day. I'll think of anda enjoying your barbecues, parties etc. while I'm at work LOL