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merlin_holidaysTitle: Art/ Words: And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
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Rating: Teen
Pairings: Merlin / Arthur
Medium: Pastel pencils, traditional art
Word Count: 5419
Content Notes/Warnings: I refer to Arthur’s canon death but it is set in the modern world where Arthur is very much alive and well
Summary: dod yn ôl at fy nghoed – to return to a balanced state of mind, to return to my trees
The trees seem to whisper his name. The wood surrounds his childhood home; ancient and dark and forbidding, older than the house, older than the hills… He remembers this place like and illicit friend that haunts his dreams from a bygone age before he was born, before he grew up, before he was sent away. He is only Pendragon left here now, there is no one to hold him back, and no one to push him forward.
Author's / Artist Notes: Gilli_ann had so many wonderful prompts it was hard to choose but the one I went for conjured some really strong imagery, which I tried to capture. I was only going to draw but got carried away and wrote some words as well - I hope that’s ok. I’ve been a bit ‘fast and loose’ with the Arthurian legends but in my defense, they did that with the show. I’ve researched a lot on trees and woodland during this process and I hope you like what I’ve come up with and it pushes all the right buttons.
A huge thank you to my beta art elf and word elves who have been amazing and such a massive help.
The title quote is from John Muir and I found the Welsh quote by accident a day or so after I’d finished writing and thought it was perfect for this story.
Finally many thanks to the mods for organising this wonderful winter fest.
AO3 link to fanwork: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17035426
Recipient: Gilli_ann
gilli_annRating: Teen
Pairings: Merlin / Arthur
Medium: Pastel pencils, traditional art
Word Count: 5419
Content Notes/Warnings: I refer to Arthur’s canon death but it is set in the modern world where Arthur is very much alive and well
Summary: dod yn ôl at fy nghoed – to return to a balanced state of mind, to return to my trees
The trees seem to whisper his name. The wood surrounds his childhood home; ancient and dark and forbidding, older than the house, older than the hills… He remembers this place like and illicit friend that haunts his dreams from a bygone age before he was born, before he grew up, before he was sent away. He is only Pendragon left here now, there is no one to hold him back, and no one to push him forward.
Author's / Artist Notes: Gilli_ann had so many wonderful prompts it was hard to choose but the one I went for conjured some really strong imagery, which I tried to capture. I was only going to draw but got carried away and wrote some words as well - I hope that’s ok. I’ve been a bit ‘fast and loose’ with the Arthurian legends but in my defense, they did that with the show. I’ve researched a lot on trees and woodland during this process and I hope you like what I’ve come up with and it pushes all the right buttons.
A huge thank you to my beta art elf and word elves who have been amazing and such a massive help.
The title quote is from John Muir and I found the Welsh quote by accident a day or so after I’d finished writing and thought it was perfect for this story.
Finally many thanks to the mods for organising this wonderful winter fest.
AO3 link to fanwork: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17035426
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