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So many of آپ may know (or not) that I'm going to Sydney to see Bradley,Eoin, Rupert and Tom at the Supanova Expo. I'm most likely going to go to the panels and such and would love some suggestions of some سوالات I could ask. I already have one سوال in mind and some others, but I'm so open to suggestions.

They can be Arwen related یا not. Whatever آپ would like to know, just write it down. I'm looking for some great, original, intelligent questions. Funny ones are also مزید than welcome!
posted by kbrand5333
Part 20: link

Six Years Later

    Gwen laughs as she nears the training fields, approaching what appears to be a pile of about a dozen boys between the ages of five and seven in a pile. They are shouting and squealing, clearly pleased with their accomplishment.
    “So they finally succeeded, then?” Gwen asks, and a moment later, Percival’s head appears in the middle of the pile as he sits up. He is grinning from ear to ear.
    “Yes; I was just letting them enjoy their victory,” he admits, chuckling.
    Sir...
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posted by ella-rose88
Title: Guinevere’s choice
Author: ella_rose88
Rating: PG
Word count: 9,401
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, Igraine, Arthur, Lancelot, Merlin, Arthur/Gwen and Gwen/Lancelot.
Spoilers/Warnings: Some slight character spoilers for series 4 (though no names are mentioned).
Disclaimer: I don’t own Merlin. If I did things would be different just a tad. There would be many A/G centred episodes and Gwen would be دیا a sword and go on adventures to rescue the boys (LOL which might give me an idea for another fic)!
Summary: Gwen gets visited سے طرف کی a ghost who shows her the future.
Author’s notes: Set after...
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posted by kbrand5333
    “Merlin, I need آپ to… Merlin? Merlin!” Arthur starts yelling for his servant as soon as he notices the other man is nowhere to be seen. He was expecting him to be waiting for him in his chambers when he returned from his evening council meeting.
    “MERLIN!” he yells again, irritated now, dropping his بیلٹ, پٹی on the table.
    “I gave him the night off,” a soft voice drifts out of the dim. It is coming from the direction of the sleeping quarters.
    “Guinevere?” Arthur says, puzzled. And intrigued....
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posted by kbrand5333
    Arthur is standing at the front of the تخت room. He is waiting, and he is not alone. The تخت room is filled to capacity with courtiers, knights, servants,
and commoners. There are flowers, ribbons and bunting in abundance, and the room has never looked مزید festive. He waits, barely noticing his surroundings. His attention is fixed on the large set of doors at the back of the room.
    To the casual observer, the young king appears calm. Merlin, Arthur’s trusted servant and closest friend, knows otherwise. He sees Arthur’s tapping foot, his...
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    Gwen sips her wine and talks with the princesses from Camelot’s neighboring kingdoms when someone taps on her shoulder. She turns around and finds a group of women, somewhere around her age, smiling at her. They curtsey and wait for her.

    Gwen looks astonished at them and one of the princesses she was talking to leans آگے and whispers, “Nod, you’re supposed to nod.” Gwen thanks her and nods. The princess resumes her place and sneers with the other princesses.

    “Is there anything I can do for you?” Gwen...
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Part 19: link


    “Are آپ nervous, Guinevere?” Arthur asks quietly. Gwen is seated between Arthur and Morgana in the back نشست of Gaius’ Cadillac, on the way to church.
    “Yes,” she جوابات simply.
    He takes her hand in his. “It will be fine,” he says. “It’s church. People are supposed to be nice at church.”
    “Yes, they are,” Gwen answers, “but some of the most closed-minded people are also some of the most righteous.”
    “Righteous in their own minds, anyway,”...
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posted by kbrand5333
Yes, I have done something unprecedented. I complied with unsolicited requests. No, the world is not ending.

Part 1: link


    “Hold the doors!” Arthur hears a familiar voice yell, and he thrusts his hand forward, blocking the closing doors, ignoring the grumblings of the other people in the elevator Monday morning.
    “Thank you,” Gwen breathes, scurrying in. Then she sees who held the door, and blushes. She bites the corner of her lower lip and makes her way to the back of the lift, since she has to ride it all the way to the top.
    Arthur...
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Two weeks later …


    Gwen plugs the network cable at the back of the POS and waits for the signal to shoot back into the system. Tapping her fingers impatiently on the counter, she looks around the mall and finds the customers intriguing. It was Friday, yet customers are already flocking the mall as if it was Sunday. Smiling to herself, Gwen waits for the two colours at the back of the POS to appear, indicating the system is back on line.
    “How much longer?” Morgana asks from underneath the POS counter, holding the network cable straight,...
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Part 40: link


    Arthur stands on the front porch of Pendragon manor, the painting held carefully in his hand, resting on his boot.
    Why did I let them talk me into this?
    Taking a deep breath, he presses the doorbell.
    Run. Run now. Go. Run!
    The door opens and Arthur is face to face with Joseph, his father’s butler.
    “Joseph,” Arthur nods at him, his face carefully calm.
    “Oh. Mister Arthur. Is… is Master expecting you?” His years...
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Part 35: link


    The afternoon of the show, Arthur is pounding نیبو, لیموں drops like they are going out of style. He barely slept the گزشتہ night, even after seeking the comfort of Gwen’s embrace to calm his nerves. Three times. As a result, Gwen slept till nearly nine, but Arthur was still up with the sun, drawing just to pass the time.
    They arrive at the gallery at four. The opening is at seven, but they are anxious and want to make sure everything is perfect.
    “Look, people are already peeking in the windows,” Gwen says...
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Part 31: link


    “Hello, this is Gwen,” Gwen جوابات her phone late Friday morning.
    “Good morning, my love,” a smooth familiar baritone voice coos in her ear. “You left me sleeping in your flat this morning. That wasn’t fair.”
    “You were dead to the world, Arthur,” she says, smiling. “I did try to wake you.”
    “You did?”
    “Yes, I shook your shoulder and kissed your forehead and talked to آپ and everything.”
    “What did I do?”
    “You...
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Part 30: link


    “Drag! Open the bloody door!” Merlin pounds on the door to Arthur’s flat, trying to yell over the blast of The Sex Pistols. He pounds again, still nothing. “Sod it all,” he says, trying the knob.
    The door opens, and Merlin walks into the dark of the room. He is immediately assaulted سے طرف کی Iggy, who slams him with his giant ginger body. Merlin absently bends and gives the cat a friendly pat and walks to the stereo, flipping it off.
    “Hey!” Arthur yells, looking up from his spot slouched on the sofa.
    “Drag,...
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Part 26: link


    When they enter the pub, a very strange scene greets them. Phil is there, which is unusual in itself. She is seated at a table, and there is a cast from her toes to just below the knee of her right leg. The casted foot is elevated and is being cradled gently in Leon’s lap as he sits opposite her at the table. And they appear to be having a very nice and very intimate conversation.
    “…The fuck?” is all that Arthur can manage as they stare.
    “Gwen, what’s going on? Why are we just standing here?” Freya...
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Part 25: link


    Gwen heads ہوم after work Wednesday, exhausted from spending the bulk of the afternoon moving into her new office.
    Office. I have a bloody office. My own window. My own desk. My own four walls, and a door that closes.
    She reaches the corner, and while she waits for the traffic, she happens to look ahead and sees the lads out in their gathering place instead of the دکان and the pub. So she goes straight instead of turning right, heading for them.
    “Slackers,” she declares as she reaches...
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Part 22: link

    “Arthur, آپ already got your payback,” Gwen says, hands on her hips as he stands with her red silk scarf in his hands, idly winding it and unwinding it around his hands.
    “Well, you’ll just have to owe me for this one, then,” he says, advancing on her with an impish glint in his eyes.
    She stays in place and lets him come to her, knowing that he’s got his mind set now. No reason why I should let it be too easy, though. He can come to me.
    Arthur loops the scarf around her back,...
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Part 21: link


    Arthur wakes up to an empty بستر and looks at the clock. 8:15. Where’s Guinevere? He lifts his head and hears the شاور turn on. Why is she up?
    He drops his head back down and curls to his side, holding her تکیا to his chest. What is it about her that drives me so crazy, anyway? It’s like she has some sort of magical powers over both my دل and my cock. Well, she’s beautiful. Smart. Charming. Kind.
    Why am I questioning this? What’s not to love? I should be questioning why I’m so lucky. Why
she puts...
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Part 7: link


    Arthur climbs back into the bed, snuggling against her now, his head on her chest.
    “Shit,” he suddenly says, getting up again.
    “What?” she asks, sitting up as well, holding the sheet to her chest.
    “Have to pee,” he says, wandering to the bathroom.
    Guinevere chuckles and lays back down.
    Iggy comes bounding into the room, hopping up onto the bed, graceful despite his plumpness.
    “Hello, Baby,” Gwen says, sitting...
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Part 12: link


    “So, Ox starts training on Monday with Scotland Yard,” Arthur informs her. They are having lunch at a café, eating outside, enjoying a pleasant Saturday now that the heat has finally broken.
    “Yes, I know. He told me,” Gwen smiles at him, poking a cucumber from her ترکاریاں, سلاد with her fork.
    “He did?”
    “Yes, Wednesday. He bombarded me outside again when I was coming to meet you. Picked me up and gave me a huge hug that nearly cracked my ribs, he was so excited,” she laughs.
    Arthur...
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Part 11: link


    “Morgana, where would آپ like to go for رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا tonight?” Uther Pendragon asks from behind his massive mahogany desk, not looking up from the ledger in front of him.
    “I won’t be joining آپ for رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا tonight, Father,” she answers.
    “No? آپ have plans? With whom?”
    “I’m taking Arthur out. I do want to see him while I am in town, آپ know.”
    “Arthur who?” Uther asks coldly.
    “Your son,” she جوابات back, just as cold....
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