(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 yelled as she charged at the Saxon, deftly felling him and then another behind him. Both had looks of shock on their faces as they died. She wasn't sure if it was from being killed by an elf or a woman, but she cared not.
Even when the hordes were seemingly overtaking their side, she had not given up. She had pushed forward with a doggedness that rivaled the queen's, pouring everything she had into this battle. Every Saxon she killed, she felt as though she were one step closer to her redemption. To regaining her honor among the elves. Surely after this battle, they would all see who's side she truly stayed on.
She also fought for Mordred as well. Hoping that perhaps she could reach him before he found Arthur. Convince him that revenge was not the way. That he could still be saved. Though they had only exchanged a few letters, she felt as though their bond could still possibly be there. That if she could be saved, then perhaps he could as well.
A shout went up through the elves around her. She turned and looked back, seeing a flash of red hair and the glint of a sword in the distance. The queen had arrived. Bridget grinned as she turned and engaged yet another Saxon, continuing to push forward. This battle was not over yet.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw golden hair. Turning, King Arthur came into her sight, surrounded by several Saxons. Bridget's eyes widened as she quickly took care of the Saxon before her and started to run towards him. There was no way he could take out that many on his own.
Suddenly, there was a giant flash of lightning and the ground shook beneath her, causing Bridget to stumble and fall. When she looked up, she saw a stunned Arthur looking around as the Saxons lay around him. He then looked up. Bridget followed his gaze, seeing a figure up on the mountain. A grin came over her face.
Merlin had arrived. Elia had saved him.
Bridget quickly pushed up to her feet and started back into the fight with all her might. She tried to keep an eye on the king, but quickly lost him in the midst of the chaos.
Heart pounding, she continued on. She needed to find him or Mordred. And soon.
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Elia kept fighting her way forward. She knew that Arthur would lead the charge, so surely he would be towards the front of the fight. If she could just get there, then perhaps she could stop Mordred from killing him.
"Do you see him!?" she shouted over at Elidren.
He ducked as she swung around, taking out the Saxon headed towards him.
"I cannot!" Elidren shouted, standing up and lunging forward, taking out another.
"How did you bloody lose him?" Elia shouted back at him.
"If you hadn't noticed, there are thousands-" he stabbed another Saxon, "of Saxons-" he slashed another across the back, "squeezed into-" he spun around and blocked a blow, then kicked the foe back several feet, "a rather tiny space!"
