(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 strode through the halls of Camelot with purpose towards the surgery. It was the most likely place for Faeranduil to be if he weren't out checking on the injured. Gauis had been nearly glued to his side, keeping up a constant stream of questions about healing. She needed to find him in all haste - they would need to leave quickly if they had any chance at saving Arthur.
"Faeranduil!" she called out as she shoved open the door to Gaius' surgery, looking around. The two men froze as they looked over at her, though the elf did not seem surprised at her presence. "Come quickly. We must leave now."
"Whatever for, your highness?" he asked, his face calm.
Elia tried hard not to roll her eyes.
"We must leave now if we are to find Arthur and Merlin," she said. "Is that not your purpose for coming here? To save the king?"
Gaius looked to the elf.
"You possess this power? You can heal a dragonblade wound?" he asked.
Faeranduil glanced at him before leveling his gaze at Elia.
"No, I cannot," he said. Elia frowned.
"But you must try! You are the oldest of our kind! Only you would have this knowledge," she shouted, walking towards him.
"A dragonblade wound is beyond our healing capabilities, you know this, Queen Elia. You were once my pupil in the healing arts," he said evenly.
Elia stared at him and then bellowed in frustration as she began pacing.
"But... you must," she said. "Why else are you here?!"
"I have another purpose," he said. She stopped and stared at him. "But it is one that I cannot yet reveal."
She felt hot tears of anger starting to build up.
"But... if he dies... The Willows dies," she said. Faeranduil said nothing. "We must do something!"
"Yes, there is something to be done," Faeranduil replied. "But it is not I that must do it. This is a journey that you must take alone, my queen."
Elia frowned.
"Me?" she asked. Faeranduil took a few steps towards her.
"Go. Go to Merlin and the king," he said. "You must do this."
She stared at him a bit longer before nodding.
"Fine," she said.
She then turned and strode out of the room. She was beyond frustrated with the elder, but on one thing she was sure.
She had to find Merlin and Arthur. And soon.
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Elia hopped off her horse and tied it to a tree. She did not know if Merlin and Arthur would be there, or if she was too late, but she started sprinting through the trees towards the lakeshore, praying that she made it to them in time. She then slid to a halt as she saw the great dragon before her.
