"Need A Hand, There, Merlin?"

"Need a hand, there, Merlin?"

"No-"

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"-I've-"

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"-got-"

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"-him!"

You know, Kilgharrah never prophesied that everyone would return for the reuniting of Albion, just Merlin and Arthur. So there's technically no guarantee that Lancelot, Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Gwen, Elyan, etc. will come back, too.

Once upon a midnight dreary, when clouds flittered, dark and eerie,

The shining moon hidden behind their ghastly, appalling vapor,

I went walking on that overshadowed path, not even talking,

When I heard something roar, something savage, across the moor.

“It’s the wind,” I told myself. “Couldn’t be anything more-

It would be best to ignore.”

Despite the horrid rustling, I kept on doggedly hustling,

Before the angry sky could pour, across the darkened land I tore,

Out of my chest my heart beating, every stride, fighting, competing,

Against some beast of decrepit yore, worse than a ferid boar.

I ran towards my front door, to the safe place that I do adore

— Better than being done for! 

Read an article on how to make friends.

It suggested joining the local chamber of commerce or Alcoholics Anonymous group. .-.

Arthur: Sometimes, Merlin checks in on me to make sure I'm sleeping all right.

Arthur: And if I am, he wakes me up.

Heard a seagull today, so anyway, booking a ship to Valinor

Something wasn’t right. Either a dreadful mistake had been made, or someone was trying to poison Arthur. Not that Merlin would blame them - Arthur was the prattiest prat to prat Camelot, but his dying? That just wouldn’t do.