Note: I do not own any of the BBC Merlin characters, but I do own the storyline and Wendy and the concept of Kilgharrah being human.
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Merlin sat rather grumpily in his rocking chair looking out over Lake Avalon while Wendy hummed quietly to herself in the kitchen. Merlin had hired Wendy nearly two years ago and the young woman came in every morning at 9; made the warlock breakfast, tidied the house and kept him company. Though despite his avid protests he did, in fact, enjoy her endless chatter and quiet humming.
"Merlin." Wendy rounded the ancient chair and bent at the knees to face him. "I'm making you scones, but you seem to be out of flour, I'm just heading out to pick some up. I'll be out for a short while, and when the scones are done I could set in a movie for you. Does that sound good Merlin?" Wendy often reminded him of a young Morgana, in the slightest movements of her chin and hands, but he was also reminded of Guinevere, in her kindness and soft eyes. Merlin nodded, and looked back out to the Lake, wanting her to leave.
Out of the corner of his eye Merlin caught her smile, the sad sort, and she stood, placing the home phone into Merlin's hand. "I'm speed dial 3, call me if you need anything." Merlin nodded again, and soon watched her small frame walk in front of his beloved lake and disappeared again past the windows edge.
Merlin sighed, and stared out the window. Waiting for anything, or anyone, to appear from the cold waters. But as time had proven thus far, Arthur wasn't coming back. Not yet at least.
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FanfictionMerlin was still fretting about his magic when both Kilgharrah and a cold blast of wind coming off the lake blasted through the front door. “I bought some bagels for us Emrys,” He plopped the brown bag onto the coffee table and sat down beside the o...
