Нашла это чудо расчудесное для  kassandra15 и перечитала заново. Такой светлый и позитивный фанфик, Мермор с упоминанием Арвена. Смешно и фразы некоторые просто шедевральны

Merlin assumed that being Morgana's servant would be much like being Arthur's, only with less death-defying adventure and more flowers.

"When it comes to humiliating me," said Merlin, slipping into the room, "Arthur's never kidding."

It was difficult to make the sound "er" seem confident and knowledgeable, but Merlin gave it his best shot.


"There's the usual amount of cleaning, helping me manage the castle, dressing and undressing me--"

Morgana turned away and continued to talk. Merlin whacked himself in the side of the head hoping to get his brain working again; Morgana saying "undressing" seemed to have broken it. He was still holding the bouquet of flowers, and a shower of petals landed in his hair. Мозг Мерлина вскипел на слове "раздевать" а мой вскипел от этой картинки


"I mean, obviously. For one thing, I'm not a maid." He puffed out his chest and tried to look as un-maidenly as possible.

In his defence, the only thing Arthur was ever likely to need a vase of water for was target practice.

He headed back to the castle to see if any mythical beasts had attacked in his absence, and to make himself a sandwich.

The important thing, thought Merlin, was not to look afraid.

Morgana arched an eyebrow at him. That eyebrow worked better than a week in a dungeon with the finest witchfinders in the realm. Better men than Merlin had been crushed by that eyebrow. Дааа, ровка Морганы так умеет

Merlin couldn't quite fit Mutually Assured Destruction into his head as a good thing, but that might have been because his higher brain functions had been shut down by Morgana's hand still being on his knee. Кого волнует Утер и казнь, когда рука Морганы находится у вас на колене

Out in the corridor he realised that Morgana was also wearing her sleep attire. "Oh good," he muttered under his breath, "this isn't going to start any uncontrollable rumours." Для галочки, он был без штанов, только в рубашке в которой спит.

With that, Merlin and Morgana squeezed out of the alcove and came face to face with Sir Leon, who looked them both up and down. Merlin had never been quite so aware of his knees before. Мерлин, я уверена что твои коленки очень даже ничего

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