Merlin/Nobility deserves revelry/Elyan, Arthur, Merlin and Gwaine

Returned from rescuing a village from wyverns and watersprites, bruised and soaked through, the Knights of Camelot are all alive. And that counts for something.

So, even though it's gone midnight, Arthur has rolled out the ale and they're enjoying the fires of the great hall and the cushions and throws laid out on the stone floors.

Elyan swirls his goblet and drains the contents. Leon and Percival are involved in some sort of good-natured sparring session, and he takes a second to admire the figures of both men - particularly Percival's arms.

Arthur reclines at the head of their gathering. Merlin started the evening beside him, but has slid down to rest against his king's shoulder, snoring softly. Arthur doesn't look in a great hurry to move him.

And there's Gwaine, consumed with wine and watching the others, and Elyan permits himself a smile. Gwaine is gorgeous as ever and works hard to maintain his physique. And Elyan would know. They've been falling into bed together every other week and Elyan can't deny that Gwaine is an excellent lover. Though perhaps a little too practised...

Suddenly, a flash of light bursts through the hall. The ceiling seems to split in two and knights leap to their feet, swords in hand, Merlin throwing himself ridiculously in front of Arthur.

And Lancelot falls from the sky.

Merlin/Bruise balm

Elyan leans against a tree and takes in the battlefield.

The sun is setting over the fallen soldiers but all Elyan can think is: thank the stars that I'm alive.

He can see his fellow knights gathered by the tents and he limps over to them, tired and aching but thrumming with the adrenaline rush of a fight well-fought.