(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...
Bridget moved quickly through the frozen wasteland, stopping a moment to check the sun and make sure she was heading in the right direction.
She had overheard tales of a witch enslaving men in the north. For what purpose, no one seemed to know, but Bridget was sure she had finally found Morgana. Since she heard the news, she had barely stopped to sleep as she made her way to Ismere.
All the while, Bridget attempted to form a plan of what she would say or do - she highly doubted she could just waltz through the front door of the tower. No matter. She would work out most of it once she arrived and saw just what she had to work with.
A deep sense of purpose had filled her. Finally, Bridget would be reunited with the sorceress and show her that she was truly loyal to the cause. And then, once Morgana had triumphed, she could return to the elves and see her homeland flourish once again.
Bridget's father had moved her family to The Willows nearly two centuries ago after their kingdom in the far north had faded. She had finally grown accustomed to the warmer climes of The Willows, but her heart had always longed for the land of ever winter. Even now, she felt much more at home once she reached the snow-covered land where Morgana was rumored to be, able to move swiftly and discreetly among the snow. However, she longed for her cloaks and other clothing from Geimhreadh.
Clearing the top of a hill, Bridget heard voices. She ducked behind a tree and cautiously peered down. She could see men gathered around a fire, likely making camp early with the night quickly approaching. It would be nearly impossible for them to continue traveling. She noticed they had a group of prisoners tied up nearby, far from the warmth of the fire.
They must be taking new slaves for whatever task Morgana had in action.
Frowning, Bridget quickly went through her options. She could always join them but worried she would end up being taken prisoner herself. Not to mention, she could move much more quickly on her own. She decided then the swiftest route would be to wait until they were asleep and sneak past them, continuing on her set course through the night. By the time they awoke the next day, they would still be unable to catch up to her with the prisoners and wagons slowing them down.
Bridget supposed she could also go around but feared that would add more time than she wanted to her journey and the men would eventually catch up to her.
No, to wait was the best course, she told herself as she settled into the trunk of the tree, deciding she would conserve her energy for the time being and eat a bit.
At least then she would be able to go for longer once she did set out later.
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"What have we here?" a voice said roughly, rousing Bridget from her slumber.
She jumped to her feet and looked around, unsure of just how long she had been asleep. She hadn't meant to drift off, but assumed the last few days of constant travel had finally caught up to her. Normally she would have heard them approach.
