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To Kill A King 1/1 
28th-Jul-2009 12:25 pm
shadowglove88
Title: To Kill A King
Fandom: Merlin
Pairings: onesided Mordred/Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, Morgana/Gwen
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: Mordred was 14 when Merlin and Morgana escaped to the Isle of the Druids, and Mordred fell in love. Then he witnesses a secret encounter between Merlin and Arthur that ignites the beginning of the dragon's warning to Arthur: the beginning of the end.
Spoiler: Season One's episode: "The Beginning Of The End."
Note: I couldn't find a reason for Mordred to want to kill Arthur after "The Beginning of the End", but the Great Slash Dragon warns its cannon, so I gave Mordred my own reason!
Note2: Inspired by the great babydracky , whose Mordred/Merlin stories I adore.
Note3: For all you great ICON makers out there, if one of you could make a Murtagh-as-Mordred icon for me, I'd be greatful. Mine sux ass but it was the best I could do.


 

Mordred was fourteen when Merlin and Morgana escaped Camelot and found their way to the Isle of the Druids.

Many years had passed since Mordred had been spirited out of Uther’s kingdom, but those days had never blurred in his memory. He remembered the searing pain in his arm from the sword injury, he remembered the drowsiness from the fever that’d taken over him, and he remembered Merlin’s comforting presence encircling him during the whole time. Despite the fear that’d consumed the boy child during his harrying days in the castle, he’d felt safe because he was in Merlin’s care, and Merlin’s voice in his head soothed him unlike anything else.

Morgana had also proven herself to be a worthy ally, risking her own life to get him to freedom, and then she’d convinced the Crown Prince himself to risk saving Mordred from the prison and sneaking him out of the castle to the druids waiting deep in the forest.

This act of mercy from the Crown Prince of Camelot had shaken Mordred’s every belief, but while he was forever in debt to Arthur, the child couldn’t help but resent him. Even as the blonde was drawing his sword to protect him, Mordred had resented him because he knew that while Merlin had risked his own life and stayed by his side, that the man, Emrys, was hesitating now to save him.

And he knew somehow that it was because of the prince. The moment Arthur had gotten involved Merlin had nearly left them to be found. Mordred had used the telepathic connection he had with Merlin, feeling how the older male wanted desperately to help but didn’t because he felt it was better forArthur-----and he’d hated Arthur. Hated how Merlin would choose his life over Mordred’s.

What was so wonderful about this prince?

And yet, despite it all, Merlin had listened to Mordred’s pleadings and come to rescue them.

Mordred had wanted Merlin to take him to his people, for Merlin to go with him, and yet he hadn’t spoken a word because the prince was there, instead whispering to Merlin’s mind. He tried to get the older male to see that if he stayed here he’d be hunted just as Mordred was being hunted, but his pleadings were interrupted as the bells rung---their escape had been noticed.

In seconds Arthur had thrown him up onto a horse and gotten up behind him, galloping away after warning Merlin to get to safety so that he wasn’t suspected.

Arthur had then taken Mordred to his people, and Mordred had been returned to his home of the Isle of the Druids. There he was safe, and taught the magic’s, studied more fervently the texts and scrolls concerning Emrys. The druids had been surprised when he’d asked to be taught how to fight with weapons as well, not only magic’s, and they found someone to teach him.

He applied himself to his studies with the fervor no child ever should, learning how to kill with weapons forged of man, and with the power within his own body. As prophesied before his birth, Mordred was already becoming the greatest druid, his people’s greatest warrior.

And he was still only pubescent.

But no one could understand his dedication, or what drove him.

They didn’t understand that what he’d shared with Emrys had been intimate and deep, their minds and souls has touched, their magic’s had connected for his short stay in Camelot. It’d been unlike anything Mordred had ever experienced, and he craved it again desperately. He desired the swirl of magic in the pit of his stomach whenever Emrys would speak to his mind.

Mordred had always had the ability to project his thoughts into other people’s minds, to sense them, but this was the first time it’d been reciprocated.Finally he’d found someone powerful enough to not only match the potential, raw magic within him, but who clearly surpassed him.

He knew that Merlin had felt it too, the nearly addictive taste of their powers combining, flowing silkily one through the other, he knew that it must have given Merlin the same pleasure. And yet every night since his return to his people Mordred tried to reopen that channel, to speak to Merlin, and every night Emrys ignored him, ignored his calls, his pleading.

Mordred had felt Merlin’s desire to answer him, but he’d also felt the feeling warring with Merlin’s own desire to protect the prince, and while Mordred didn’t understand what one feeling had to do with the other he understood that the reason Merlin was forsaking him was because of Arthur.

And that dark resentment that already lay in Mordred’s heart against the prince continued to grow, to fester.

News of Morgana’s imprisonment due to being a ‘witch’ reached Mordred’s horrified ears years later, when he was fourteen, and he remembered the beautiful woman who’d taken care of him like a mother. How could the King plan on executing his own ward?

Mordred, fury building deep within him, had told Merlin that he was returning to Camelot, and he’d kill everyone in the castle other than Merlin and Morgana.

It wasn’t even a day later when news of the Prince’s own Manservant outing himself as a warlock and saving Morgana from the prison cell reached Mordred’s ears. According to the newcomer druid with the news, Merlin and Morgana had disappeared, but that Uther was furious and had a large bounty on both of their heads.

Emrys. Mordred had reached out to Merlin. Come to the Isle, you and the Lady Morgana will be safe here.

He didn’t get an answer, didn’t know what Merlin would do, and then days later a canoe of foam had made its way over the misty water and two figures sat on it.

Merlin, eyes glowing molten gold, and a pale yet relieved looking Morgana looking up at them.

They’d both been welcomed by the druids and made at home.

Mordred had hugged Morgana close, half-listening to her gasps on how much he’d grown since she’d last seen him, on how he was turning into a handsome young man. It wasn’t that Morgana’s words didn’t mean anything to him, but Mordred truly couldn’t have been expected to put his full attention on anything that wasn’t Emrys at the moment.

He---he looked just the same as Mordred last remembered him.

Morgana was still breathtakingly beautiful, but you could tell that age had touched her with its cold hands.

Merlin on the other hand looked like he hadn’t aged a day.

It is good to see you again, Emrys. Mordred’s eyes met Merlin’s, who was eyeing him warily. It is good that you are here. You and the Lady Morgana will find this a simple but pleasant home.

For a moment he thought that even face to face Merlin would ignore his whispers in his mind, and then the warlock smiled and shook his head. "Is it that you prefer to speak mentally or are you just too lazy to use your mouth when around me?"

Mordred fought the blush as he thought of all the things he could do with his mouth while around Merlin, instead managing to look unaffected by the unintended innuendo. Our words are private, Emrys. They are intended only for you and me.

Merlin tilted his head slightly and observed him thoughtfully at that before turning his attention back to Morgana.

Mordred couldn’t help but feel cold and slighted as Merlin spent the next couple of weeks seeing to Morgana, acting more as her personal servant than the great warlock they all knew him to be. The older man barely spoke to Mordred, seemed to even be avoiding him, and Morgana seemed all that he could see, all that he cared about.

It angered Mordred, and he did his best to give the warlock the same treatment, but the druid lost that battle long before he even began, and found a way to Merlin through Morgana. The closer he got to the woman, the more in her favor he was, the more time he spent with Merlin---the more the warlock fascinated him.

And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Merlin let down his guard while around Mordred and gave him the first truly genuine smile ever.

And that was when Mordred realized that he’d fallen in love with Merlin. Maybe it’d developed from his possessive childish feelings, or maybe he’d always been in love with the warlock. He wasn’t exactly sure which, but that didn’t matter, did it?

Merlin was now here on the Isle with him, and that was how destiny worked.

There was no other explanation for this in Mordred’s mind.

Merlin was meant to be his.

It was only a matter of time.

“Cadmus has asked for my blessing, he’s going to ask for Morgana’s hand.” Merlin admitted to Mordred as they sat together, clapping along to the music and laughing as the people enjoyed themselves as they danced around the fire. “I don’t understand why he asked for my blessing. I have nothing to do with this.”

“Morgana is your ward, Emrys. You protect her dearly.” Mordred, now a year older, smiled at the man whose height he now matched. He was sure in a year or two he’d surpass the warlock in height, and that made him quite proud. “No one will dare approach her for marriage without first seeking your blessing.”

“Oh.” Merlin blinked, surprised. “I hadn’t realized that.”

“Do you think she will accept his offer?” Mordred asked, not exactly sure he wanted Cadmus for Morgana. His gaze went to where the older man was watching Morgana dancing with the other women, her face radiant, his pathetically besotted.

“No.” Merlin didn’t hesitate as he shook his head. “She belongs to another, heart body and soul.”

Mordred turned back to Merlin at that, frowning in confusion. “She does?” He narrowed his eyes. “It is not the Pendragon prince, is it?”

“Gods no!” Merlin snorted in laughter at that and clapped Mordred on his back. “You truly were a child when you were in Camelot if you ever thought those two could have feelings for each other that weren’t platonic!”

That was obviously a no, and Merlin was obviously making fun of him, but Mordred couldn’t be angry, not when Merlin left his hand there on his back when he turned to look at the dancing.

Mordred just smiled and shifted slightly closer to the warlock, more than sure that Merlin hadn’t noticed that he’d left his hand there or that they were much closer now, or that people were watching them with knowing, approving glances.

His face was pleased the whole celebration, and he even managed to convince Merlin to get up and dance a couple of dances with the men. The air around Merlin crackled with golden magic, and yet it was Merlin’s lips and the sound of his laughter that entranced Mordred, that left him spellbound and feeling completely helpless.

It was due to the fact that he seemed unable to look away from Merlin, to not feel him magically, to not notice his every movement, that when everyone else were staggering and drunk, that Mordred noticed Merlin tensing.

The warlock’s eyes flashed gold and then he stood, walking away hurriedly, face determined and hopeful.

Mordred, confused and wary, followed behind Merlin, followed him to the shore of the Isle of the Druids, looking out at the water one couldn’t cross if not invited.

Merlin conjured his canoe of foam and crossed the water, Mordred following behind in one of the enchanted canoes of woods his people used. He kept hidden in the mist, following his prey, until Merlin came upon two strangers in the black of the forest, hidden in cloaks.

Mordred’s eyes narrowed, ready to summon his power if needed, but then there was a cry and the smaller figure threw itself at Merlin and…they hugged.

The hood fell off of the figure to reveal dark skin and darker curls as the woman held onto Merlin and hugged him tightly.

Merlin hugged the woman but his gaze was on the taller figure still covered by his hood. “What are you two doing here? If Uther ever found out---.”

“Leave father to me.” That voice Mordred remembered all too well rumbled, and the hood was lowered to show Prince Arthur in the moonlight, looking at Merlin with intense happiness and relief. “How are you, Merlin?”

Arthur.” Merlin whispered, his voice a prayer.

Mordred took a step backwards at the adoration in that one word.

“How is Morgana?” The woman asked, stepping out from Merlin’s hold. “Is she well? Have her nightmares continued to torment her?”

“She’s fine. I’ve been taking care of her the best I could for you.” Merlin smiled down at the woman tenderly, but not in the way he’d smiled at Arthur. “If I had known that you were here I would have brought her with me.” His smile fell. “She has missed you terribly, Gwen.”

“And I her.” Gwen’s voice trembled as she wiped at her eyes. “But I’m here now, and I’m not leaving.”

Merlin’s eyes widened. “What are you saying? Gwen! If Uther finds out you will never be able to return to Camelot---.”

“My place is by Morgana’s side.” Gwen interrupted, determined. “If I had known you were a warlock and would rescue Morgana that night I would have begged you to take me with you since then.” She closed her eyes tightly. “Please, I need to be with her.”

Merlin looked at her, looked at Arthur, and then looked back at Gwen and nodded. “I will take you to her.”

Gwen’s eyes widened and she smiled tearfully at him. “Thank you, Merlin.” She turned to Arthur. “And thank you sire. I, I will go wait by the shore.”

Mordred glared at her back as she gave the two men the solitude he’d been wishing them never to have.

There was something about the way they looked at each other that made him both cold and blazing hot all at the same time.

Merlin nor Arthur spoke, but they moved at the same time, mouths connecting and hands grabbing at clothes, hair. Their actions were desperate and needy as Arthur pushed Merlin up against a tree and began whispering things against his skin as he nibbled hungrily on his neck.

Words like ‘I love you’ ‘I miss you’ ‘I don’t want to leave you’ and ‘you truly are the worst manservant I’ve ever had’.

Merlin laughed, and it was a choked sound due to the tears falling as he whispered the same words back to Arthur, adding a ‘Prat’ that sounded too much like an endearment to Mordred.

The druid watched as lips smashed together, hands grabbed, breeches were lowered, and Merlin’s throaty groan as Arthur entered him was torture. And yet Mordred didn’t move, couldn’t look away. He forced his eyes to focus solely on Merlin, greedily, amazed at the sounds Merlin made, at the expressions on his face, at the way his mouth would open and yet no sound came out---and then he’d let out the lustiest moan…

It was over almost as soon as it’d started, both spent and crying into each other’s mouths, holding each other tightly, not wanting to let go.

They collapsed on the ground, Merlin curled up into Arthur, who held him tightly, possessively, held him like Mordred wanted to.

“I don’t want to let you go.” Arthur whispered, voice choked, tightening his hold on the thinner, paler man. “I don’t want to go, to leave you, I won’t be able to bear this separation much longer Merlin.”

Merlin closed his eyes tightly, lips trembling as he held on tightly as well. “When you’re king, you will right this, Arthur. When you’re king, and magic isn’t banned, I will come back.” He promised, pressing a kiss to Arthur’s heartbeat. “The moment that crown rests upon your head, I will return. I swear it to you upon my life.”

Mordred went cold in horror as those words left Merlin’s lips. Then his eyes narrowed in vile hatred at the one person who would be taking Merlin away, who had always been between him and the warlock.

“I will make you my Queen.” Arthur vowed.

You will never have him again. Mordred made a vow himself, eyes nearly glowing in his anger.

“How about Advisor?” Merlin laughed. “I don’t think Camelot is ready for a male Queen, not yet at least. And you must think about heirs.”

“I don’t care about heirs.” Arthur hissed. “I’ll make a relative my heir, or a knight or lord who proves himself worthy. But I will not marry, Merlin, unless it’s you.”

Merlin smiled tenderly and closed his eyes. “Nor I unless it’s you.”

Unable to hear anymore without giving away his presence due to his rising fury, Mordred stormed away, and stayed away from the Isle for a whole month.

He spent the time in the forest, communing with nature, meditating, trying to understand what he must do.

All he knew for sure was that Merlin would never be with Arthur again.

He wouldn’t allow it.

He couldn’t allow it, couldn’t allow Merlin, his magic, his body to be polluted and corrupted by Pendragon filth.

It was during his stay in the deep of the forest, during a three-day meditation, that Mordred received the vision, received the knowledge, and knew what must come to pass.

With this knowledge he returned to the Isle, and noticed that in his absence not only had the druids accepted the kind and sweet Gwen, but that she’d gone through a Hand Fastening ceremony with Morgana.

He’d never seen the noble woman as happy as she was now that her beloved was with her once again, and hers in the eyes of the people.

And he knew, he knew that one day he’d look at Merlin and Merlin would smile that smile for him.

He knew.

Things just had to happen before then.

“We were worried about you, you know.” Merlin announced as they stood by the shore, looking out upon the water. “You just disappeared. We thought something had happened to you.”

Did you worry about me, Emrys? Mordred didn’t bother speak. He hardly ever spoke to Merlin verbally anymore, instead preferring to remind the warlock of how they were connected, even if Merlin failed to admit just how connected they truly were. Would it make you sad if something evil befell me?

“Of course it would!” Merlin looked surprised, hurt, and a little offended. “You’ve become a close friend of mine, Mordred. I have grown to care for you. I thought you’d realized this.”

Mordred smiled. Do not worry about me, Emrys. It is not my fate to die an untimely death, nor will I allow any evil to befall you. I will protect you.

Even from Merlin himself.

Merlin gave him an amused and confused smile. “I’m not a bloody girl in need of defending, Mordred. You know that.”

I will protect you. Mordred pressed, wanting Merlin to know that Mordred protected what was his---or what would become his, with time and patience and great cunning on his part, in the future.

Merlin smiled tenderly. I believe you.

Mordred smiled back and wondered if Merlin realized that for the first time since he’d rescued Mordred in Camelot, he’d responded to him in his mind.I must go study.

Merlin nodded his understanding. You’ve been studying hard lately, completely dedicated to your trainings and your books. He tilted his head to the side. What prompted this?

I found the incentive I needed to continue on. Leaving it at that, Mordred turned and left Merlin watching his back curiously.

He couldn’t tell Merlin that he knew Arthur would soon be crowned King of Camelot, or that he knew that Merlin would leave to join the king as soon as the crown was placed upon his golden head.

He couldn’t tell Merlin that the druids would make a peace treaty with Camelot, or that he would be sent there as their Ambassador. He couldn’t even tell Merlin that the dragon he would set free wouldn’t be as benevolent as it had appeared to be.

No, Mordred couldn’t tell Merlin this because then the warlock would want to know more, know how Mordred knew, and the druid couldn’t say any more. He couldn’t tell Merlin of the future, nor of his own part in it.

So Mordred steeled his shoulders, steeled his determination, and headed towards where his tutors were waiting to teach him all he needed to know.

And somehow, somewhere between the pages of the ancient tomes and the words of wisdom of his ancestors, he’d learn just how to kill a king.




 

 


Comments 
28th-Jul-2009 06:04 pm (UTC)
Wooo! I absolutely adore Arthur and Merlin together. This was really interesting, and I can't really explain what about it hit me, but I was floored. :]
28th-Jul-2009 06:27 pm (UTC)
Well, whatever it was that floored you, I'm glad it happened while reading this! My first time writing Mordred, so was kinda nervous, so I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for reviewing.
28th-Jul-2009 06:11 pm (UTC)
*Jaw drop* Just stunning work! Oh, you have emo Mordred and the Arthur/Merlin....just ashkajhsjas. Love this!!! I'll be rereading this one for a while.
28th-Jul-2009 06:28 pm (UTC)
Really? YAY! *does embarrassing little victory dance* Thanks for reviewing. :"D
28th-Jul-2009 06:12 pm (UTC)
WOW! What a beautiful text, hon!♥
It is really poignant! Mordred is sooo creepy and how not pity him at the same time?
He so want that Merlin truly sees him and share his feelings and perhaps he would have not for Arthur.
And I totally agree with you, one reason Mordred would have to kill Arthur would be to "free" Merlin.
Wonderful!
I'm so happy you wrote a so interesting text about Mordred!

And, once again, thank you so much for loving my Merlin/Mordred stories!♥
It really deeply touched me!

Bisous


Nice icon by the way! ;)
28th-Jul-2009 06:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm so glad YOU like it! You inspired after all! :D
Even as a kid Mordred was kinda creepy, so I'd expect him to continue that way, lol. Without Arthur in the picture Merlin/Mordred would probably have been my OTP, one is just creepy and the other is oblivious! What an interesting mix they'd be! :D
I'm really so happy you liked this!
28th-Jul-2009 06:34 pm (UTC)
Very chilling. This makes great sense, especially with the episode and how everyone reacted. Mordred's lust will be Arthur's downfall.

Well done.
28th-Jul-2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad its believable. Ever since seeing that episode last sunday I couldn't understand HOW or WHY Mordred would want to kill Arthur, and this just came to me and I had to write it down.
28th-Jul-2009 07:00 pm (UTC)
This was great, it was a very striking look at Mordred.
28th-Jul-2009 07:27 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the review.
28th-Jul-2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
That was very well done :)
I'm not a great icon maker but I ran these off for you...
murtaghmurtaghtext
murtagh2
28th-Jul-2009 07:28 pm (UTC)
THANK YOU! *hugs you tightly---till your gasping for air* They are lovely!
28th-Jul-2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
how freaky...awesome :)
28th-Jul-2009 07:29 pm (UTC)
lol, freaky is good! :D
28th-Jul-2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
oh and who is the guy you are using as mordred in your icon?
28th-Jul-2009 07:30 pm (UTC)
His real name is Garrett Hedlund and he plays the character Murtagh (featured in the icon) in the movie Eragon.

Edited at 2009-07-28 07:38 pm (UTC)
28th-Jul-2009 07:49 pm (UTC)
hell, your mordred is soooooooooooo creepy!!
28th-Jul-2009 08:37 pm (UTC)
haha, um, I'll take that as a compliment! lol
28th-Jul-2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
Wow...just wow. My heart ached for Mordred, but at the same time, I was angry at him for planning Arthur's demise. I loved it!
28th-Jul-2009 08:37 pm (UTC)
Yay! That was how I wanted people to feel, conflicted! Thanks for reviewing. :D
28th-Jul-2009 09:05 pm (UTC)
Wow. This was amazing and disturbing. But yeah awesome!
28th-Jul-2009 10:07 pm (UTC)
*grins* thanks!
28th-Jul-2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
Argh! Mordred! No!!

I want this story to be canon, srsly. :)

And Murtagh!Mordred is awesome. I would make an icon but I fail at that creative endeavour, so...
28th-Jul-2009 10:09 pm (UTC)
I think Murtagh is the perfect Mordred, both darkly handsome, with a vague air of mischief and misfortunate about them that makes them interesting.
I think I would die if this story was cannon---An Arthur/Merlin/Mordred triangle on screen? *drowns in her own drool*
28th-Jul-2009 10:07 pm (UTC)
Wonderful. I've been wondering how that would go, Mordred killing Arthur, but it's nice to see this kind of reason. It even fits the title of the episode this came from - the whole thing with Merlin and Arthur then starting Mordred's hatred of Arthur now.

Awesome fic!
28th-Jul-2009 11:10 pm (UTC)
Anonymous
Oh god nooooooooo! You did that just because I called you a sucker for happy endings. Your trying to throw me, but I will not be swayed. Slash will prevail! And I don't mean you, Mordred; no nookie-nookie for you.
28th-Jul-2009 11:21 pm (UTC)
hahahaha! No, I'd forgotten about the sucker for happy endings comment, :P your review was so comical, I loved it! lol
28th-Jul-2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
Something is wrong with me, I love to read stories where some outsider in in love with a couple I love and can't have them. This is awesome and makes total sense.
29th-Jul-2009 01:02 am (UTC)
Thanks for the review hun! Glad you liked!
29th-Jul-2009 12:43 am (UTC)
Absolutely amazing!
29th-Jul-2009 01:03 am (UTC)
*takes a bow* Thank you!
29th-Jul-2009 01:26 am (UTC)
*speechless*

This was gorgeous, and chilling. I also couldn't think of any reason for Mordred to want to kill Arthur (besides the whole DESTINY: DON'T QUESTION IT thing), but this solves it all perfectly. I want this to be canon.

I also really loved the reunion scene between Arthur and Merlin--the "prat" and the "you truly are the worst manservant I’ve ever had" lines, because they are precisely the sort of people who would call each other old insults for the sheer nostalgia and love. It reminds me a bit of the Princess Bride's "as you wish".

*cupcake and shinies*

Much love.
29th-Jul-2009 12:02 pm (UTC)
Chilling? I loved that description! And yes, Arthur and Merlin would be the sort of people to do that, to them those words might even mean more than the I MISS YOU and I LOVE YOU.
29th-Jul-2009 01:46 am (UTC)
I totally enjoyed this story with its creepy but still human Mordred and all the potential for doom. It's a very interesting take on why Mordred would hate Arthur so much, given that in the BBC verion they're not related. Oh and your Merlin/Arthur scene was brief but very hot.
29th-Jul-2009 12:03 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It killed me (that episode) because afterwards I was all "WHY WOULD HE WANT TO KILL HIM?!?!?!?!" and thus this came about as a way to ease my mind.
29th-Jul-2009 02:24 am (UTC)
nice ♥ I loved the creepiness underlying Mordred's character here. And somehow, I want to read Arthur/Merlin/Mordred now... or just Mordred/Merlin... Hm...
29th-Jul-2009 12:04 pm (UTC)
Mordred/Merlin was never on my radar until I read babydracky 's work. Now I love them---though not as much as Arthur/Merlin
29th-Jul-2009 03:01 am (UTC)
Ooooh. I've always loved Merlin, and I've always loved Mordred, and I think you've just made that ship canon for me.
It was just... great :D

I hope you will write more of this soon!
29th-Jul-2009 12:05 pm (UTC)
*grins* I am considering I follow up to this when Arthur is king.
29th-Jul-2009 03:39 am (UTC)
i liked thiiiiiiiis too much. &same here, since i watched this episode last sunday, i wondered why mordred would want to kill arthur, but you, have certainly shaped a good reason;D thanks for sharing. <3
29th-Jul-2009 12:05 pm (UTC)
Your welcome! Thanks for reviewing!
29th-Jul-2009 04:08 am (UTC)
Oh wow. That was ominus. But just wonderful at the same time :)

I'm not even sure where to start. I absolutely LOVE how you justified Mordred's eventual betrayal of Arthur, because you're totally right - after "The Beginning of the End" I also couldn't fathom how Mordred would bring about the downfall of the man who willingly risked his life to save him.

That he was in love with Merlin was just so brilliant and Merlin's love for Arthur - which prevented Mordred from ever being with Merlin - was perfect justification and just works so well I can't even get over it!! Love it so much!

Also, I kind of love how you threw elements of all your ships into it (minus Uther/Morgana...since he wouldn't have her killed if he truly loved her). And the Arthur/Merlin scene was really touching.

Anyway, this was just great! Such a good read :D. (Now get back to the other fic, LMAO! Kidding, KIDDING, don't worry!!! ;D)
29th-Jul-2009 12:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! Your review made me smile and nod continuously!
I REALLY wanted to throw in some Uther and Lancelot, but they just didn't fit into the story, so *sighs*

Thanks for the review!
29th-Jul-2009 04:46 pm (UTC)
wow that was really good, disturbing but good. well it seems like the legend has already gone off the rails. maybe this time merlin saves arthur. Morgana has visions all the time that never comes to fruition so I'm going to hope that Merlin buys a clue. I really enjoy seeing how things might turn out differently and your version is very creative.
29th-Jul-2009 04:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks very much, and yes, with this new version of the arthurian legend anything is possible!
16th-Aug-2009 12:28 am (UTC)
Dude.

Wow.

Like, seriously, wow. This was intense! I admit I haven't read any Merlin/Mordred (I get rather attatched to certain pairings and I just love my Arthur/Merlin) but I kinda wanna go look some up, because this? This was really good!

I love just how into Mordred's head you got. After they introduced him in the show, I was kinda boggled because I couldn't see how Mordred could grow to hate the man who had saved him as a child, hate him enough to want to kill him, and this was just a stunning take on that. He's such an interesting character and you totally did him justice!
16th-Aug-2009 02:57 am (UTC)
Yay! I got 'wow's! :D
I am very much in love with Arthur/Merlin, but if there's a pairing that closely contends to it it's Merlin/Mordred. babydracky is the one who got me into this pairing, and it's my little vice, lol.

I couldn't figure out why he'd wanna kill Arthur either, especially since Arthur risked himself to save him, and going over this question after that episode I couldn't rest until I'd come up with a reasonable explanation...and this was the result.
14th-Oct-2009 01:39 pm (UTC)
*cues dramatic music*
Dun dun dun!

See, this version of Arthur seems to understand that marrying other people is *not* a good idea. Bonus points for him. But as such, point of no return is decidedly missing for him and Merlin. And action wise Mordred haven't struck his either, though mentally I suspect he passed it when he realised that Arthur had prior claim on Merlin.

What Mordred needs to realise is that he does not only have to learn how to kill a king, he has to learn how to kill a king in a most sneaky manner, or else Merlin will probably do the lightning thing again. (Only multiplied, because as dear as Gaius is to Merlin, I think Arthur has one up on him)

Conclusion (if slightly unrelated to everything I've just said), your Mordred POV is brilliant!
14th-Oct-2009 02:42 pm (UTC)
Yes, this version of Arthur was much more intelligent! *pats him on back approvingly*

hahahahahaha! *dies laughing at 'learn how to kill a king in a most sneaky maner' comment* So true! So true!
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