ajsrandom (ajsrandom) wrote in camelot_drabble,


Author: ajsrandom
Title: Surprises
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Morgana
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Merlin takes Morgana on a drive to the country where he does several unexpected things.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 989
Prompt: #158 Engaged
Author's Notes: This is modern AU w/magic.
“Where exactly are we going?” Morgana asked Merlin. They’d been dating for a long while and she thought she could read him pretty well by now, but he gave nothing away.

He flashed her a smug smile. If he hadn’t been driving she probably would have whacked his shoulder. “Okay,” she replied, pouting. The pout always worked on him; she glanced over, but he was paying attention to the road, like a good driver should. “You could just use your magic to drive.” He turned his eyes to glare at her, but said nothing.

After ten more minutes of driving, they turned onto a narrow country lane. There can’t be much down here. Another five minutes and they pulled up to and stopped at a rather large house. Morgana was pretty confused until she saw the sign, “Jones Riding Club.” We’re going riding?

Merlin got out, walked around to Morgana's door and helped her out. Someone stepped out of the house and Merlin went to speak with him. She didn’t hear their conversation, but she saw the man look around Merlin and crook his finger to beckon her to come with them. Then he led them around to the house’s rear where there was a stable she hadn’t seen from the road. He spoke a few words to another man standing there, and that man walked to the back of the stable; he returned with two horses.

Morgana turned to Merlin in excitement. “Thank you, this is a wonderful surprise!” She gave him a hug and a quick kiss. She hadn’t gotten to ride much since high school. Merlin helped her into the saddle, mounted his horse, and they were off.

The trail they followed led them led them westward through some pretty woods. “*Now* will you tell me where we’re going?” she asked.
“Nope. But if you guess I’ll tell you if you’re right or not,” he replied.

They rode further into the woods, which were beginning to look increasingly familiar. When she saw an oddly-shaped piece of stone, an idea came into her head. “That rock . . . it was carved, wasn’t it?”


Something began to pique her magic’s interest. She looked up at one point to see two taller stones on either side of the trail, and words burst from her, “The Valley of the Fallen Kings? But how did you find it?”

“Morgana, love, I never lost it. I’ve lived for a while, remember?”

“Oh. And are we headed to the Crystal Cave? I felt the pull on my magic.”

“I’d be surprised if you hadn’t, and yes, we are.”

They followed the trail until they reached a peculiar depression in the earth. They dismounted and tied their horses to a sturdy tree. “Átí eorðburg,” he murmured. A huge mound of earth carved itself out of the depression and he motioned it to land behind them. They looked down; he’d unearthed the cave’s entrance.

As they stepped inside, he muttered, “Leoht.” He took her hand and kept it as they hiked several metres over rocky ground. Finally they saw a blue glow which made him walk faster. “Well, here we are.”

“So, why are we here?”

“For this,” Merlin had pulled a small box out of his pocket and knelt. Morgana’s hands rose to cover her gasp. He continued, ”Morgana, I’ve loved you for so many years . . . just when I realized it, you died. That was my punishment for waiting too long. I never thought I’d have a second chance, but here we are. I never stopped loving you, and what I want to know is, will you marry me and make me the oldest but happiest man on earth?”

Morgana trembled, but she said, “Yes. Oh yes!” steadily.

Merlin took the gold band from the box and slid it onto her finger. It was loose, so he whispered “scrimman.” It shrunk to fit her finger. He looked up at her then and smiled his winning smile—the one that had gotten her attention both times she’d “first” met him.

She looked closely at the ring. It was engraved with a gentle wave pattern, but it had no stone on it. He caught her looking and said, “Oh. Just a minute—can I see it?” She slid it off her finger and put it into his hand. He walked over to a thin crystal, held out his hand and said, “Tóscæne se cristalla.” A very tiny piece of crystal broke off and fell into his hand. He held the ring in one hand and the crystal piece in the other, then held them together. “Gefange cristalla.”

Morgana held her breath while he tested the fastening; it held to the band. He spoke again, “Gehíwlæce.” The crystal changed shape and the gold rose slightly to embrace it. He slid it again onto her hand; the crystal sparkled in several colors at once.

“I love it!” she said and yanked him upward. He was too stunned to say anything and she took advantage by grabbing his head. She pulled him to her and kissed him forcefully.

He finally came around and began kissing back with equal fervor. His hands threaded into her hair and held her to him. Her hands slid down his back to hold him close. With an extra push of her mouth, she opened his. Her tongue swept in to taste him, and he moaned at the touch.
He moved his hands to her hips, and broke away to kiss down her neck. “I love you. I really love you, and I always will,” he said softly; her head dropped backwards.

“As I love you. Now and forever.” Her head came up to meet his again and he opened her mouth; they both moaned. Then he gradually walked her backwards to the cave wall. I hope they don’t mind if we return the horses late . . .
Tags: *c:ajsrandom, c:merlin, c:morgana, p:merlin/morgana, pt 158:engaged, rating:pg, type:drabble

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