Hey Windy here. Basically it is as I said I'm going to take epic quotes/speeches and make Merlin characters say them. This is from Doctor Who "The Pandorica Opens" . I would recommend looking at a clip of it first, because I embellished a little, to have it make sense. Also the real speech is epic and everyone should listen to it. I didn't make it a Doctor Who crossover because I eventually hope to do more then Doctor Who quotes...Anyway hope you enjoy.

Discliamer: IDOM or DW

They were losing, and everyone knew that they were losing. Arthur wiped his forehead before the next soldier attacked. He and his knights could not keep this up much longer. This battle had gone on for days and there had been no rest, the knights just took short shifts to eat, and sleep and then they were back on the battlefield. Morgana's army was huge (according to Merlin she had joined forces with several other rebel groups who didn't like his reign) and seemingly endless, and much to his dismay, magical. They were not tire they were all fresh being able to take longer breaks, and Arthur's men were dropping like flies. Very soon, he thought, I'm going to have to surrender. While it burned him to just give up his throne like that and hand it to Morgana of all people, he could not continue to have his men die like this endlessly and likely for no purpose.

He thought this all while weaving and slashing and jabbing his way through Morgana's men, but as he pulled his sword from some dead soldiers chest, a thought occurred to him, a truly terrifying thought: Where was Merlin? Despite his protest Merlin continued to fight along with Arthur, regardless of his not dismal, but not very good sword skills. And he had insisted on fighting whenever Arthur went out. But Arthur had not seen Merlin for at least fifteen minutes. Where was that blasted idiot? He couldn't be…No he wasn't going to think like that, he was pretty sure Merlin didn't even know how to die. He never seemed to die in all the other death warranted situations, including the ones where Arthur himself thought they were going to die. So there was no way Merlin could be dead.

"Hello Morgana and Minions!"

As if to reaffirm Arthur's belief that Merlin was incapable of dying he heard that annoying never ceasing voice, and he wouldn't tell anyone but it was one of the most relieving sounds he'd heard all day (As if they didn't know). However the strange thing was, that it wasn't beside him he heard this voice, but rather all around them. It was if it was being shouted from far away. Only it was rather inhumanely loud. It seemed to be coming from in front of him…Oh no. That idiot was somewhere up in the front lines; he was there in the midst of all the soldiers being stabbed. And he didn't have a sword. That idiot! Arthur thought as he ran towards the voice.

X

Merlin really didn't want to do this. Reveal his magic like this in front of both armies. But Arthur was losing and Merlin knew he would give up the throne rather than risk losing any more men. They need a miracle and that was exactly what he was going to be. Plus, the magical portion of the army was made of druids; there was a good chance they'd cease once they figured out who was talking. So he casted a spell that made his voice louder and said the words that meant there was no turning back.

"Hello Morgana and Minions!" those around him seemed to cease but he could still see that most of the where fighting. He saw a group of rocks in the distance and worked his way towards them, still talking. "Whoever takes Camelot, takes all of Albion. But bad news everyone." Merlin scrambled quickly up the stones. "Cause guess who! "

X

Arthur could see Merlin now, but what he was saying wasn't sinking in. What was Albion? And how was he even talking this loud? He stopped running towards Merlin in his confusion and just stared at him. Listening to what he had to say.

X

Merlin took a deep breath and with bravado he didn't feel gave a laugh. "Listen, you lot, you're all fighting and clashing and clanging about. It's really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I. AM. TALKING!" As he said the latter bit he conjured a column of flame above his head.

Silence.

Merlin grinned. "Now, the question of the hour is, who's protecting Camelot. Answer: I am. Next Question: Who's coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me! No plan, no back-up, no spells worth a damn, oh, and something else." He looked out over Morgana's army, which stood stalk still, with a rather anguished version of love and protectiveness burning in his eyes. "I don't have anything thing to lose. Cause I just revealed my magic to the world, to Camelot, to Arthur. There's nothing holding me back now." He said that in such a way that everyone on the opposite side shivered a bit.

"So if your running around down there with your silly little armies with all your silly little swords, and you got any plans on taking Camelot tonight, just remember whose standing in your way. Remember! Every black day I ever stopped you. Because let me tell you: armies of skeletons and immortal armies don't just fall. Griffins don't just die. And most certainly people like Cornelius Sigan, Nimueh and Morgause don't get defeated without a little help." He wiggled his fingers in a way that suggested magical assistance and looked around quite cockily.

"So remember those days. Think about who would have the power, the magic, to do such things." He could practically hear the name Emrys rippling through the army opposite him. "And then! And then! Do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first."

Merlin jumped off the rock and headed towards a stunned Arthur, not even turning around to see the army retreating behind him.

X

Arthur was frozen. Merlin had magic. Merlin had just run off and entire army without even doing anything. He'd won this war with words. He'd also indicated he'd had a hand in every major victory that Camelot had ever had. And now that he thought about it, all those falling tree branches were beginning to look mighty suspicious.

And then Merlin was there, walking towards him as jauntily as if he was just bringing him lunch. Merlin smiled his signature smile and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Well, looks we won't have to worry about them for a while." He said cheerfully.

Then Arthur saw something that he missed while Merlin was approaching. Merlin was scared. Under that smile he was horribly frightened. Arthur remembered what he said to the army "I just revealed my magic to the world, to Camelot, to Arthur." Merlin wasn't just frightened, he was frightened of Arthur, and how he would treat him. This man, who even Arthur could see was an insanely powerful sorcerer, this man who was so much more then Arthur could ever imagined, was afraid of him. Not because he could do something to harm him (because as stated before, Arthur was almost certain his friend was impervious to death, though now he had the reason behind it.), but because Arthur might treat him differently, not as a friend.

So Arthur did the only thing he could do. He looked Merlin in the eyes and said. "You should have done that ages ago, idiot." Then he turned around, shouted a retreat to his army that were all still standing around in shock (barring Gwaine, who had always suspected. He was just laughing and drinking from the flask of ale he kept on him at all times), and started walking towards the castle, but not before he caught Merlin's brilliant smile that seemed to take up all of his face.

Merlin quickly started moving as to keep up with him. "Sorry, Sire, won't happen again."

"It better not."

Merlin glanced Arthur's calm face still a bit nervous now that his magic was out in the open. "Arthur," he said seriously. " Are you really alr-"

"I have the feeling you're about to say something completely idiotic regarding your magic Merlin, and unless you want to be cleaning the stables I suggest you don't finish that sentence." Merlin quickly shut his mouth, but it was obvious he was still uncomfortable with Arthur's easy acceptance of his magic.

Arthur sighed, he had hoped that Merlin would be fine if he just said a comment with the word idiot and moved on. But obviously years of magical persecution had taken its toll on Merlin's trust level. Arthur was going to have to talk…about his feelings.

Arthur faced Merlin and put a hand on his shoulder. "Look Merlin, I saw what you did out there today. I would be some kind of…prat" Merlin smiled wryly, "if I didn't believe you were on my side." Merlin still didn't look particularly convinced. Arthur cursed mentally; he was going to have to say it. "And…you're my friend Merlin. You've always stood by me. I think that warrants a little trust in matters of magic."

Arthur quickly took his hand off Merlin's shoulder and resumed his trek towards the castle. Behind him he heard Merlin call, his voice a little strangled "Do you really mean that?"

Arthur turned to look behind him at the gangly figure. He looked Merlin in the eyes and gave a twitch that might have been a nod of confirmation. Then he raised his an eyebrow and said "Of course not idiot, now hurry up and draw me a bath. I'm tired and covered in blood." He might of said more after that but his eyes had focused on three cloaked figures behind Merlin, heading towards them.

Merlin turned around to see what Arthur was looking at. Upon spotting the figures he rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath "Really?" Then he raised his fingers to his throat and whispered a spell, his eyes flashing gold. Arthur jumped a little at the sight but quickly tried to cover it as a cough. This only succeeded in making Merlin stop what he was doing and look towards Arthur nervously, as if asking is this was okay. Arthur then raised his eyebrow as if to say "go on idiot, I'm waiting".

Having the confirmation he needed Merlin turned towards the figures coming at them, an annoyed face anointing his features once more. His voice boomed across the field towards them "Yes I am, in fact Emrys. Yes, Arthur is the Once and Future King. Yes, I am quite angry at you for trying to kill him. But I'm willing to forgive if you turn around right now and go back to your villages and never try to invade Camelot again."

Arthur watched with a rather bemused face as the cloaked figures seemed to lose their mystique and began to resemble scolded school boys. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of them hastily turning around. He looked to Merlin "What was that all about?"

Merlin rolled his eyes " They have all these prophecies about us. You're this mighty king that is supposed to unite all of Albion and I'm the most powerful warlock of all time." He looked towards the retreating figures with disdain "They say they're peaceful and willing to wait for the time of the prophecy to come about, but then some of them keep pulling stuff like that. Mordred's doing no doubt."

Arthur seemed to have stopped functioning at "unite all of Albion" so Merlin took his arm and started pulling Arthur towards the castle saying "I'll explain on the way." Merlin stopped one final time to glance at the cloaked figures. "Druids." He muttered, then continued to pull Arthur along telling him of the marvelous things they were to do in this world.

It was a very long day for Arthur.

Did anyone catch the last bit with the Druids? Just curious. This speech is loosely inspired by Merlin's Epic Speech by The-White-Tiger-of-the-West. So you should check it out. Thanks for reading.

-Windy