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posted by ELockley72Garoo
This is the frist fanfiction I have written. I hope bạn enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER:I do not own Merlin. Oh dear well at least I can dream
THE STORM

     It was raining hard. Storm clouds rolled across the sky sending darkness everywhere. Large raindrops slashing on to the window sending thick streaks down the glass. Lightening flashes across the sky, followed a một giây later bởi a clap of thunder, so loud she was sure the greek gods had sent it. There was no point denying it. No point at all. She could stay awake all night, watching the storm outside but she knew it would be no good. She was so mad at herself. How could she do this? To him.
    Another flash of lightening caught her attention. Lighting up the room. The large chair at the other end of her room. The tiny bàn in the corner. The giường she is sat on. It's cái gối, gối slightly damp where she had cryed, the covers scrunched up where she had tried to sleep. She still had her clothes on. What if she went and talked to him now? Asked him to forgive her and take her back. That would work,right? Take back everything she had shouted at him. She hadn't ment it. Any of it. Just a foolish outburst at the heat of an arguement. Would he except her apology? If she apologized for the các bình luận she had đã đưa ý kiến about his family. About his father and his half- sister. Just an outburst of the heat of the moment that she now regreted.
    But what about him. Although she was sorry about what she had said, would he apologize to? He had đã đưa ý kiến somethings too. Things that she knew he wouldn't of đã đưa ý kiến if they hadn't argued but then again would he have đã đưa ý kiến them anyway. Ah, this was so frustrating.
    Suddenely a knock on her door pulls her out of her thoughts. Getting up from the giường she walks over to the door and opens it. It's him. Stood on her door step drenched to the skin. His blond hair plastered to his head. His blue eyes watching her.
    "Can I come in?" his voice is like silk. " I think we need to talk."
    She moves aside to let him pass. He walks past her into her small dormatry room. She can't stop staring at him. His áo khoác and jeans dripping water on to her floor. But she doesn't care. He's here. He came. Nothing else matters.
    "I'm sorry" she blurts out. He had been looking around the room with his back to her but at the sound of her voice turns to look at her. His hard eyes staring into hers."I didn't mean what I said. I was angry at bạn and it just slipped out." She is close to tears now. She takes a step towards him.She continues."I was so stupid. I was a such a fool. bạn know a didn't mean what I said. Please I don't want to loose you." She stars into his eyes. The eyes she had fallen in tình yêu with. His lips pursed. Where was the smile she loved? Where was his smile she knew he hid from everyone. The smile he had used only on her so often? The smile that reached his eyes when he looked at her. The laugh that made her tim, trái tim saw and beat so hard it hurt. She can't look at him anymore. She turns to go to her giường but his hand grabs her arm. Turning her back towards him.
    "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't of talked to bạn like I did but bạn frustrate me so much. I was only thinking of you." A smile creeps across his face but she notices it doesn't reach his eyes. She trys to smile back but she can't. He continues. His voice now hard.
    "You were right what bạn đã đưa ý kiến but so was I. I want what's best for the both of us. I want bạn to do what bạn want to do but it's a two way thing. bạn have to let me in too. I want bạn to give yourself to me fully...."
    "I can't do that" she says cutting him off. Shaking her head." Not yet. I need bạn to be patient with me. I need bạn to understand about this. Give me time."
    "I understand that your letting the past come back to you. I understand that bạn wont let go. Yes, I understand." He looks away dropping his hand on her arm. "I understand, fully."
    Lightning lights up the window. A clap of thunder follows but not as loud as before. She knows the storm is passing. She's cold so cold. Walking away from him she sits back on the giường wrapping the sheet around her body. Feeling the warmth flood through her limps. She watches as he walks across her room and sits on the large chair. Silence falls between them. An uncomfortable silence. She feels tears roll down her cheek
    "Why did bạn come here?"
    Why had he come here? To finish the arguement they had started. To see her cry. She's hurt.
    "I don't know." he answers. "I just needed to be here. I just needed to see you"
    He looks up at her. His blue eyes looking into her brown ones. He's hurting too,she can see it in his eyes. Brushing her wavy brown hair away from her eyes she gets up from the giường and walks over to him. She still has the sheet around her shoulders and it's dragging along the floor. He had been watching her approach with a look of longing. He loves her so much it hurts. But she can be so stubborn sometimes. She's standing in front of him and looking so adoreable he can't help put smile. A smile that at last reachers his eyes. The smile she loves to see on his face.
    She looks over at the window. Streaks of rain make there way down the pain. Twisting and turning like snakes. The rain has calmed down a bit. Not as hard as it was. She knows the storm has nearly ended.
    Turning back towards him. He is still staring at her. She smiles and he opens his arms for her. She moves onto his lap, burrowing into his neck. His áo khoác is still slightly damp but she doesn't care. She's close to him again and thats all that matters. He pulls her close to his chest. She feels him chuckle.
    "It's strange isn't it?." She looks up at him. He's smiling down at her. "How this started out. bạn and me I mean."
    She burrows back into his neck and gives a muffled."Yes!"
    "Things could of been so different. If Merlin hadn't taken me out that night. If I had made him stay in instead. If we hadn't met at that night club." She can sense he's smiling. " bạn know I tình yêu bạn so much."
    She sits up and looks into his eyes. "I tình yêu bạn too."
    He smiles down at her. His eyes twinkerling. The smile she loves so much. She moves closer to him taking in his scent. The aftershave she bought him last christmas. It's mixed with the scent of the damp áo khoác and his own smell. A sweet smell. They di chuyển closer to each other. So close she can feel his breath on her face. A mint smell. Cool and freash. His hand strokes her cheek, wipeing away the tears that she had shed. It moves into her hair pulling her even closer. There lips meet. Brushing ever so slightly. There mouths start to move. Tasteing each other. She nibbles his bottom lip and hears him gasp. It's a Kiss of love. A Kiss to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said. For making bạn cry. A Kiss to say I unterstand.

ARTHUR AND GUINEVERE

THE END

FOR JOPPA! :P
SORRY TRIED MY HARDEST TO PUT SOMETHING IN IT ABOUT KANGAROO'S BUT I JUST COULDN'T FIT IT IN. LOL! XD

    

    
So bạn all basically encouraged me to post this, so here it is. It's an AU Arthur/Gwen and is actually not super exciting. I leave it with an open ending... Hehe, I hope bạn guys like it. Oh and there might be typos and if so, sorry about them.

It was late. The giờ of midnight chimed and the eerie con quạ of the blackness seemed to seep into the pores of the small cottage- taking all light away. The night was cloudy and the moon invisible causing a feel of dread to creep up the single, individual figure in the cottage’s spine. She was half covered bởi the áo choàng of night, but she managed to light...
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posted by ellarose88
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Chapter Two

Arthur and Gwen’s journey back to their chambers are quiet. While the conversation she had earlier in the night between the two ladies troubles Gwen, Arthur is not sure how to broach what he accidently overheard between his wife and servant friend.

His wife a topic of such nasty and malicious gossip, Arthur has half a mind to approach the ladies besmirching her. He knows though that it would do nothing to quell their gossip, and also he understands his wife well. She would not welcome any attempts of defense.

Finally arriving at their shared chambers, Arthur opens the door...
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posted by kbrand5333
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Apocalypse

Prompt: Staying in giường instead of going to work on a cold December morning


“Come on come on come on…” Arthur prompts in the doorway, a mantra to the small fluffy dog sniffing around in the frigid air. He dances on his bare toes, knowing that as soon as he turns away hoặc decides to close the main door, she’ll be back and scratching. hoặc worse, barking, which will make the neighbors vượt qua, cross at this early hour.

“Finally,” he breathes, opening the glass storm door just enough to allow his number one người hâm mộ and devotee, Jingle the corgi, back into the house. “Took bạn long...
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posted by kbrand5333
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 ghế, chỗ ngồi beside her.
    ...
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posted by ellarose88
So there is only one episode left before Merlin ends for good. And I'm both excited and sad to see it end. Excited because whole it seems that this episode will be sad, maybe there will be some light at the end of the tunnel. Yes, I will always try to find something positive in anything. That is the way I am.

Yet I'm sad because I'll miss seeing Arthur and Gwen on our screens. Angel and Bradley truly have one of the best on screen chemistry I have ever seen. They have truly made Arwen work after the crappy treatment from the producers. Really, the whole cast deserved better.

And while its sad...
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"The Diamond of the Day" Part 1

Hey there. Sixty-three down and two to go. Now who đã đưa ý kiến that? Oh, yeah, it was Bradley James earlier this week I think. I’m really not sure how I’m feeling about this. I should be super sad, but for some reason I’m not. Not sure why. Speaking for myself, I think I’ve invested far too much time and emotion into this. It’s a tv hiển thị and while it’s been somewhat of a “hobby” in my case there have been times it’s been somewhat a stress on the blood pressure and I’m speaking seriously. But on the other hand, there’s my main reason for watching:...
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"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 bạn all after.
posted by kbrand5333
In honor of the birthday girls
Joppa: 5 December
Guen_evere: 6 December
Shuvarna: 7 December

Hope bạn all had a great day!


When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is thêm deadly than the male.
- from “The Female of the Species,” Rudyard Kipling, 1911


    Gwen sees the Arthur and the knights emerge from the dark cavern, dirty, some slightly bloodied, but all alive and well. She had been on pins and needles for...
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Hey, hey, hey. I haven't been around because of this power outage and I'm sure I've missed quite a lot so can't wait to get back and find out what I've been missing. My hubby let me use some of the generator power (modem on a surge protector) to get online for awhile and to get emails, etc. So naturally one of the first things on my danh sách is to set up our episode discussion for this week. Crossing fingers to be able to see it before the ngày is over! I see electric utility workers down the street!!!!!!

Hope everybody enjoys this episode coming, and I hope to read up on the tiếp theo two asap because...
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So, folks, let’s see what we get today. Of primary interest to most of us, let’s see if our little couple, now married, get to have a few phút alone together for the first time in season 5. Let’s see if they actually even have a conversation between themselves, even if only a few words are exchanged. Only a matter of a couple of hours and we’ll know about that.

Let’s see what Princess Mithian is all about. When we first heard Janet M. was coming back with her character, I remember some concern among us that trouble was going to be stirred up between Mr. and Mrs. Pendragon as a result....
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posted by Arina0122
Ladies, thank bạn for your inspiration. I have never written before and this is my first người hâm mộ fiction. Please forgive any errors: grammar, typos and etc.



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Gwen Thomas, seventeen năm old junior at Camelot High gathered up her courage and started down the hallway to ask her longtime friend, Arthur Pendragon, eighteen năm old senior to the Sadie Hawkins Dance. (In the United States, the Sadie Hawkins Dance is usually a less formal dance sponsored bởi a high school, middle school hoặc college, in which female students invite male students.)was tonight and she had waited too long already. She...
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She sat in the nearly-empty coffee shop, cradling a rather oversized cup in her hands, her delicate fingers unable to span the width of it. The cup was a creamy ivory, a direct contrast to her own tawny complexion.

She blew on the surface of the steaming liquid in an attempt to cool it down so that she could sip it without scalding her lips. She liked her trà slightly warm, but realized early on that to ask it to be served as such was sacrilege. She has been a frequent enough visitor of this establishment to know that it's owners and patrons took their beverages very seriously—something which...
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