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    “Dinner will be served momentarily. I hope you like roast duck,” queen Annis greets them in the hall where jantar has been set for them.
    “Oh—” Arthur starts, about to give away that it is not one of Gwen’s favoritos when she squeezes his arm hard and interrupts.
    “It sounds lovely, thank you,” she says with a smile. Arthur looks down at her and she shoots him a look that says I’m being polite; shut up.
    “Please, Arthur,” Annis motions to a chair to the right of her own...

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    They reach their chambers, and Arthur opens the door for her. She enters and he follows, taking care to lock the door behind them.
    He turns to her and gently removes the crown from her head, setting it carefully on the heavy long mesa, tabela there. Then he removes his own crown and tosses it gently beside hers, careless por comparison. He turns back to her, lifts his hands to her forehead and gently rubs it with his thumbs, massaging away the marks the crown has left indented in her skin there.
    Arthur once again pulls...

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A/N: I left some things out, for reasons. i.e. the wedding, because Kim's fic "Wedding day" was so perfect, I would have wanted it excactly like she described it and wouldn't come up with anything equal let alone write it.
and gwen as the warrior queen in mais deteils will come up in further parts I think. Or in my other fic: "Revelation" what will be updated seguinte =)

How to become Queen


Gwen had mixed feelings when she stood in front of the wooden door that separated her from the Kings chambers that lay beyond it. What could it be that he wanted to talk about to her? On one hand she...

The knighting ceremony has died down. Merlin has retired to keeping Gaius company and enjoying his supper. All that’s left for Arthur to do is envelop himself in the seguro arms of his wife after his long journey.

He walks into his chambers and candles are lit, leading him into the cama area. Excited from what thoughts are now dancing through his head, he walks swiftly to find his bride of three years. To his surprise she is still dressed in her red vestido from earlier. She is lost in a daze, her eyes looming over the courtyard. Arthur hesitates to speak, as she didn’t even notice he had entered...

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Victorian London, circa 1890
Tassja_G

"I heard that she lived in a... house of ill-repute."

"No well-bred young woman would study such an instrument, and in France no less."

"Does she really think any self-respecting Englishman would marry her?"

Lord Arthur Pendragon swirled his wineglass, affecting disinterest at the feverish whispers of gossip. Vivian, the young Countess of Ridgewell, and her assortment of vain heiresses had cornered him soon after supper, though thus far they had failed to solicit his participation in their gleeful character assassination. His eyes flickered to the...

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There is a lot of Spanish in this one. The translations are at the end, in the same order in which they appear in the body of the text. I had to use a lot of Internet help for the Spanish (I only had 2 years in high school, which was forever ago), so if there are any fluent or native Spanish-speakers out there, I WELCOME corrections! -k.


The court of queen Elizabeth I, 1565

Another rose. That’s five now, Lady Guinevere, lady-in-waiting to queen Elizabeth I, thinks as she picks up the deep red rose and its accompanying note.

She closes the door to her chambers and places the rose...

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Valley of Kashmir, Northern India, some 200 years before the reign of Elizabeth I

Tassja_g


“It began as a teardrop in Babylon. Where the sunlight came from Astarte, shameless goddess of the fecund feminine. The boteh. Stylized rendition of the date-palm shoot, árvore of life, fertility symbol... Some historians claim it travelled to Mughal courts from Victorian England as the foliaged shape of a herbal. But a legend in Kashmir calls it the footprint of the goddess Parvati. As she ran through the Himalayas at the dawn of time.”
                        Shailja...

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Arthur seems to regain new found faith and belief following the events at the rock and the drawing of the sword. He gathers his knights and the remaining army and discusses on his plan to attack Camelot. Merlin walks alongside Gwen while Tristan and Isolde walk ahead of them. Arthur walks in between Sir Leon and Sir Percival.
“What about the drawbridge?” Arthur asks as he slows to a spot near a tree. Tristan leans against the árvore while Isolde moves closer to the knights. Gwen stands a couple of feet from them, hands firmly crossed across her chest, her eyes on Arthur. Merlin stands...

Nightfall began to lift from the walls of Camelot as sun rise was appearing above the hills, it's laranja glow streamed through Alice's windows waking the young king who had spent the night por her side. He looked around to see his wife sitting beside him sleeping looking as perfect as usual, her face calm and content but yet she still looked worried. Arthur sighed he did not want her to worry so, but yet he was glad that she cared so much about him. Merlin walked into Alice's chambers seeing Arthur awake he spoke quietly "Arthur" Merlin whispered
"what is it Merlin" Arthur replied
"how are you...

The leaves were rustling, as a figure ran as fast as her legs could take her running from a heavier larger echo of feet as they ran through the aurtum forest. A sudden sound of hooves coming behind the small army chasing the girl suddenly made the mob run in different directions. Alice came to a hault in an opening to the forest with pathways leading in many directions, all was silent ..... However she did not relax, as she knew very well she was not alone.....

"Arthur we must of lost them" Merlin said to the young king after a few moments of silence.
" She couldn't hae gone far Merlin they...

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Tassja_g's turn again!


Port Royal, Jamaica, circa 1690

“Put me down you….you brute!”

“Sorry miss,” the voice belonging to the hulking body over whose shoulder Guinevere was unceremoniously flung sounded almost apologetic, “Captain’s orders. We’re taking you on board.”

On board?

She cursed the blindfold over her eyes. If she wasn’t a well-bred young woman, schooled in elegance and manners as befits the niece of Commodore Uther, Gwen would have cursed out loud.

She could hear men shouting, and the unmistakable clang of metal. Maybe her Uncle’s men would succeed. Maybe...

Song 6: link


Beware of the thought
That carries you to jail,
Where iron is the captive of the bars,
And water complains in its glass,
And be careful of the prisoner’s song.
It has the singer written in.

    I’m trapped. Trapped por my station. Trapped por my poverty. Trapped por my gender. The prince loves me. So what? His father won’t let us be together. I amor the prince. So what? I am only a maid, a servant. Nobody.
    I should leave. Just leave in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. Being away from here, away from him would be painful, but...

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The rabbit, soft and warm,
But afraid in the snow,
With no arbusto, bush to hide in,
Feels driven into the clear,
But unlucky water,
And dies, sharp as ice,
One foot stretched forward,
With nails and pele, peles on it.

    The chill winter air pierces Guinevere’s lungs and stings her face as she runs, the wind unforgiving and cruel. She turns her head, looking behind her, eyes quickly searching for her pursuer.
    I don’t see her, but I hear her footsteps, her angry yells, the zinging sounds as she casts spells, trying to reach me.
    Keep...

Title: lost Letter
Author: ellarose88
Word Count: 396
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Elyan, Gwen, Arthur & Gwen.
Spoilers/Warnings: This fic is an AU of series 4. Lancelot never returned as a shade and Gwen was never banished.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, it belongs to BBC and Shine. If I did it would have ended very differently and A/G would have had 3 children!
Summary: A long lost letter is found and has some startling revelations for Gwen and Elyan.
A/N: This was written as part of the link over at link. The prompt was: A long-lost letter is finally delivered. from railise.

As always,...

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    Agravaine is inspecting his sword when the door of his chamber opens and Katrina walks in, looking extremely angry. He hangs the sword back in its holder and turns around to meet her.

    “Good evening, Sister, what can I …” he never got to finish his sentence as Katrina nears him and slaps him.

    Rubbing his cheek, his expression turns from casual to stunned. “Oww … what was that for?” he asks, looking extremely horrified.

    “For screwing up a simple task!” she hisses as she whispers to...

oi there. Sorry it took so long for me to post the seguinte part. I was at a swim meet from thursday until tonight. I hope you enjoy this seguinte part. And I always amor to hear comments from you about what you think about my story!!!! So please if you have a thought please share it : )

PART 5: GUINEVERE

    Never in all my life could I imagine this. Arthur came all this way, just to lead Morgana into the coração of Camelot. Why. . .why. . .why? I found myself crying, silent tears falling down my face. I was so proud of Arthur. So proud for the man he had become, leaving his sister...

Title: Apart But Not Forgotten
Author: ella-rose88
Pairing/Character: Gwen, mentions of A/G and G/L
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 978 (this chapter)
Warnings: Set during series 4 episode 10 & 11
Prompt: Apart
Summary: She may be gone, but Camelot is still with her.
A/N: This was written for my good pal to cheer her up since she is unwell and sad as well as the square_table challenge on Live Journal.

Also please note: This has only been beta’ed por myself. So all spelling mistakes or grammatical errors are my fault.

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CHAPTER ONE: APART

“I don't want to see you dead, Guinevere.”

And Gwen stands...

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Quiet Noises

Prompt: A/G get it on at the work natal party, but what they did not expect was that the rest of the party could hear them.

“Where’s Arthur?” Merlin sidles up beside Gwaine, reaching around him to the punchbowl. “Put that flask away,” he chides his friend, just as he is about to spike the punch.

“What? It’s just pineapple juice,” Gwaine claims innocently, and Merlin snatches the flask from his hand, opens it, and sniffs.

“Sure, fermented pineapple juice,” he rolls his eyes. “That’s rum.”

“Yo ho ho,” Gwaine says, takes a small swig, then obediently...

Title: Mistletoe
Author: Me
Rating:PG
Word count: 431
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, Arthur, Merlin, Arthur/Gwen
Spoilers/Warnings: None. It’s a Modern AU!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Merlin it already belongs to Shine!
Summary: Mistletoe means kisses…
Author notes: This was written for the link I ran last year. The prompt was: "Mistletoe means kisses" (from rainbow-connec)

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"Arthur, you sure about this?" Merlin asks a little concerned whilst struggling on the ladder trying to place the the mistletoe on the front porch.


"Why ever not? I think its the perfect idea!" Arthur retorts like Merlin should...

Fifth ficlet I did for the ag-fics Fic Battle:

Prompt: Merlin/Dr.Who crossover: King Arthur and queen Guinevere's eldest daughter as the traveling companion of any # Doctor. [prompted por a_g_doren]

Just a Normal dia in the Life of An Companion, PG, Doctor Who/Merlin Cross-over, Doctor (Eleven), OC, mentions of Arthur, Gwen and Merlin.


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“So… where off to next?” The doctor asks his fellow companion excitedly as he pulls this lever this way and pushes that button over there.

The sixteen ano old smiles thoughtfully, before responding, “Why not ancient Greece?” Elenora asks him and then...