(Merlin Fanfiction) An unexpected encounter in the forest introduces Merlin and Arthur to the long-forgotten world of elves that many had thought faded into legend. But just like that - it's over and gone, with only the memories of the fiery elven p...
Elia sighed as she looked around the forest. It had been weeks since the ambush. She spent the entire time within the city gates and was going mad with frustration. There had been no word, not even a whisper, of Morgana.
She felt she wasn't doing enough to protect her people, and therefore had announced that she would be going out on a short patrol. Elidren, as expected, had immediately insisted that she stay put - it was too dangerous. Elia was sure he had been close to yelling at her as she made ready to go out, but suddenly acquiesced, knowing she'd go regardless.
It was no surprise when he then insisted that at the very least Trevor, Bridget, and Fianna accompany her.
"Do you see anything?" Fenris called out from a ways off.
"Nothing," she replied, still scanning the trees. Something shiny caught her attention, then a flash of Bridget's blonde plait. "Wait..."
"Stay there, your highness. We're coming to you," he shouted back.
Elia frowned as she started through the trees, locking on the general location where she had seen the flash of light and her lady's maid. It was odd. She had thought Bridget was back with Fianna.
Reaching out with all her senses, Elia assessed the woods around her, not seeing, hearing, or feeling anything out of the ordinary.
She sped up slightly, seeing the flash again.
"My queen!"
Ducking under branches, Elia quickly pulled an arrow out of the quiver on her back and smoothly notched it in her bow, preparing for whatever could be there. The sounds of the elves' footfalls behind her began to fade as she came to a ridge and aimed her arrow as she came to a stop, quickly looking around.
There was nothing there but the soft bubbling of a brook and the cascading of a small waterfall that seemed to come from the ground itself over the far edge of the ridge. Elia looked all around, but there was nothing, not even a creature there. Bridget had disappeared completely.
Slowly, she lowered her bow, frowning. She knew these woods well but did not recall such a brook in this area. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, focusing her thoughts. Her eyes then flew open as she looked at the waterfall.
It was as she suspected. Magic was at play here.
Cautiously, she made her way down the embankment towards the brook, keeping her bow at the ready.
"My queen!" Trevor said as he and the others reached the top of the ridge.
"Stop! It is enchanted," she ordered.
"Then let one of us go instead," Trevor said, starting behind her.
"No," Elia said, as her eyes locked on the waterfall.
She could see an opening just beyond the water, wondering if that is where Bridget had disappeared. An overwhelming urge to follow came over her. What if Bridget was in danger?
Elia... Elia...
A soft breeze blew, drawing her closer to the water. She felt as though small hands were pulling her forward.
"My queen!" Fenris shouted. "Stop!"
"I must go..." Elia said, dropping the bow and arrow as she moved closer.
"DON'T!"
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