Brother Lancelot

Lancelot coming to ruined roads, arriving yet to Camelot, he finds himself captivating passerby, they with longing glances, revering smiles. His brotherhood remains adoringly in hearts, as if never willing to part; in the presence of brave honor, why would they ever wander?


Brotherhood: A bond between men that’s as close as kin. There is no space for judgment inside this circle of love, and each individual respects one another despite their differences in race, belief, and social status. 

Lancelot: A man who had a dream to become a knight, even without noble birth.   He was willing to do anything to become a kindred soul in the army of Camelot.  His dream came true after Arthur joyfully accepted him as an equal at the Round Table. 

From Legend: The Round Table

     After Uther Pendragon had become king of Britain, Merlin the seer took him aside and asked him to perform a certain deed that would make his reign forever memorable.  Uther responded, saying that he would do whatever was possible for man to accomplish. 

     “Sir, after the pattern of the table on which Christ ate the Last Supper and the table of Joseph of Arimathæa, will you establish a third table, which shall be of great service to body and soul, and one of the things in the world most renowned.”

     Uther answered Merlin, saying that he would allow Merlin to prepare the table whenever he saw fit.  Merlin declared that he would himself select such knights as were worthy to sit at the board. Then Merlin went to Carlisle, where he constructed the table, making it round, in order that it might resemble the habitable earth.

     Merlin chose the most honorable knights to be seated at the table, but left one place unfilled.  The court gathered in Carlisle for two weeks, and when it came time for them to leave, they said they were unwilling to go, but wished to send for their wives and children, and remain in that place; for as briefly as they knew each other, they loved each other as father and son, and were resolved never to part company, until they should be separated by death.

     When Uther heard their words, he exclaimed that it was by the will of the LORD that the table had been established, and asked Merlin to reveal who it was that would occupy the empty place.  Merlin replied that the seat would not be filled during Uther’s reign, for the knight who was destined to sit there was not yet born.  But that those things should befall in the time of the next king.  After he had spoken, Merlin went away from the court. 

     It pleased the king to keep Christmas in London, and the court was full of knights, dames, and damsels.

-from “King Arthur and the Table Round, Volume 2”, written by William Wells Newell (abridged by @BBCMerlinJunkie)

The Real Sir Elyan:

Did you know?

In Arthurian legend, Elyan was the son of Sir Bors, a knight of the Round Table. Two varying names he had was Helyan le Blanc, or Elyan the White. To be called “white” was like a nickname to describe a pale skinned or white haired person. Obviously, the Sir Elyan from BBC Merlin is a new and hearty twist on legend, played by the excellent Adetomiwa (aka Tomiwa) Edun, which was AWESOME.

Sir Bors, Elyan’s father in legend, was the cousin of Lancelot, and Sir Elyan might have even grown up to become the Emperor of Constantinople.

In other news, some legends say Mordred, Gwaine, and Agravaine were all sons of Morgause… Imagine how strange that would be for the TV show!

Merlin Series 4: Episode 4 “Aithusa”

Fanfiction written by @bbcmerlinjunkie


MERLIN, surrounded by sleeping knights, thinks about the warning sent to him by the druids, about the triskelion and the trap awaiting those who seek the dragon’s egg.

GWAINE, awakened, senses MERLIN’s insomnia.

GWAINE: Merlin?

MERLIN, sitting, silently waits for the moment to pass, hoping to remain unnoticed.

GWAINE: You’re unable to sleep?

MERLIN’s lack of words pierces the night air with a somber mood.

GWAINE: What is it, is it the mission that’s got you?


GWAINE: You don’t want to see the dragon egg destroyed?

MERLIN: I want what’s best.

GWAINE: (wishing for more) What’s best?

A comeback of nothing. Not what GWAINE expected. He finds himself holding a conversation with himself.

GWAINE: Whatever’s best, subjected to the one beholden. Take knights, they want to ensure the dragon becomes no monster, so they want to see it peacefully depart.

GWAINE: (beat) Take the king, however, who is beholden to his reign. He wants victory, in hopes the people will admire him, so he wants to kill it.

GWAINE: (beat) Say what does a manservant like Merlin think’s best?

Manservant and dragonlord. At war with himself, MERLIN answers as manservant.

MERLIN: (conflicted) Whatever the king wants.

GWAINE: (with fervor) There you have it.

ELYAN, suddenly entering his opinion, interjects sense.

ELYAN: We’re protecting the people. It isn’t hard to understand why we cannot allow a dragon’s egg to fall into the hands of wrong people. What if the lady Morgana got ahold of the egg? We need to deal with it now, before it becomes trouble.

GWAINE: (defensive) And befriending the dragon isn’t an option? War’s not always the answer.

ELYAN: (sits up) You’re too easy about this. Camelot won’t prosper if a wild beast stronger than mankind is let loose on the farms and fields.

Shuffling and disturbance from another knight, PERCIVAL’s voice, the sound of valor, rings out, the argument turning to friendship. MERLIN wishes he hadn’t made a peep or a noise, the druids had never called, and he was comfortably snoozing.

PERCIVAL: Is there a problem?

ELYAN: Gwaine wants to befriend dragons.

GWAINE: Elyan is a killing machine.

MERLIN: (admittance) I couldn’t sleep and woke Gwaine.

Awkward silence. It almost seems the argument is over.

GWAINE: Let’s do it Elyan’s way! Tomorrow we’ll locate the egg and divide it between us, put it on to roast, and dine well. Eat like barbarians.

Boom. The sarcasm.

Then the unexpected comes from LEON.

LEON: Before we’re asleep, the dragon will be in his egg no more, flown overhead and caught fire to the camp, and it will be the end of it. Perhaps call it a day and get some shuteye?

Each man takes the invitation – if not a subtle demand – relaxes, and the night air is heard once more, their breathing growing heavier and the sounds of owls hooting. ARTHUR remains quiet but is wide-awake, taking in the conversation. MERLIN – with his inner dragonlord – is left debating his option of troubles.

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