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This story was originally written for the July 2007 Teitho Contest under a different pen name.
It was a low murmur, more of a mumble really, breathed on a sleepy sigh as his arm fell into the warm, empty space on their bed. She'd hoped to be to the washroom and back before he noticed, but as silent as her departure had been, it was simply her very absence that disturbed his sleep. Disoriented in the darkness behind his eyelids Aragorn reached out to where his wife should have been, one hand flailing gracelessly against her pillow as he rose through shifting layers of consciousness, searching against a vague sense of loss and threatening at any moment to break the surface into full wakefulness.
Arwen wasn't about to let that happen.
"Shh, my love," she soothed as she slipped back into bed. In the nebulous void between sleep and awake her husband responded best to the Grey Tongue of their father's house, and her voice caressed the words as readily as her fingertips caressed the inside of his forearm—eliciting her favorite shiver—before snaking down to claim his hand in hers. Instantly he stilled, waiting patiently even in sleep for her to find her place beside him. Arwen turned on her side, her back to him, and pulled his hand so that his arm became her pillow. Aragorn shifted in turn, spooning against her and pulling her close with his free arm as it slipped easily in the hollow beneath her breasts. A wisp of hot breath ghosted across her bare shoulder as he sighed in contentment before his breathing evened out, fully asleep once more and all without having truly woken.
Arwen closed her eyes in a mostly silent sigh as she let their bodies coalesce, heaviness settling in her limbs as she relaxed back into the embrace. She loved these early mornings when she would wake long before her husband needed to be up, when she could enjoy his warmth and the comforting weight of his presence. Even as her gaze lingered on the westward windows, her thoughts straying briefly to her family, she felt nothing but contentment as she basked in the simple, tangible affirmation of the rightness of her choices. She was exactly where she needed to be. She knew this with a certainty not even her deepest, darkest fears could touch, because when he called her name—
—tickling across her ear as he awoke confused to find her in his arms like it was still the very first time, affection and reverence and wonder swimming in the benediction as though he had expected to wake alone and was simply astonished to find that this was not so.
It always amazed her that he could say so much, simply by saying her name.
After two years of marriage they had settled into something of a routine. They would rise together in the mornings—Aragorn's innate sense of timing always ensuring that he would wake on time no matter what time he needed to awaken. Breakfast would be a simple affair for the two of them taken privately in their sitting room, and they used the time to dissect the coming day and to strategize for whatever lay ahead. From the very beginning the people were assured that their King and Queen would rule Gondor equally, and Arwen's duties to their adopted kingdom were often just as important as her husband's and sometimes more so, depending on the day, depending on whose opinions were accounted for the question. Yet even now there were always those who sought to undermine her authority. Though her first instinct was to deal with such matters herself and so silence her critics with her success, there were some who simply refused to be swayed—who refused to bend to the superior authority (and often knowledge) of a woman (or an elf), and those nearsighted few had brought their King's wrath down upon their heads.
"Why are you bringing these concerns to my attention? Arwen knows more about—" it didn't matter what. Aragorn's trust in her was absolute and unshakable, and he did not suffer those who held that trust to be misplaced. Every time the issue was raised he would offer up the same rejoinder, and the word he didn't say rang out loud and clear in every dictum—Queen Arwen—because the sheer presence he gave her name reduced the title to redundancy.
Of course, if ever she feared letting that power go to her head, she simply had to find herself running late for her morning appointments. Aragorn was nothing if not efficient: a consequence of so many decades spent as a soldier. Conversely, she seemed plagued with a lady's prerogative to spend entirely too much time preparing for her day. It was one of the few things that could truly try her husband's seemingly infinite patience. First came the foot-tapping, followed by distracted pacing, and then absent-minded cleaning or fiddling or rearranging (which, admittedly, was mostly a game to see if the maids could find where he'd hidden the sugar spoon, or the letter-opener, or his left slipper, or—)
Finally the exasperated shout when it came down to a choice between being late or leaving without her. It was reassuring in a way, this little reminder that beneath the robes and crowns and mantle of responsibility there lived a husband and a wife, real people in a real marriage living through the mundane realities of everyday life in between bringing peace and prosperity to Middle-earth.
Once suitably attired (or close enough) they rushed off to fulfill their duties for the day. Long hours of appointments and visitations and hearings and tours and reports and oftentimes her husband didn't realize that he'd missed lunch until she'd cornered him in his study late in the afternoon, picnic basket in hand and a stern word ready for whatever or whomever had convinced her husband that meals were optional. She would barge in without knocking and Aragorn would look up—surprised even though she was the only one who dared—and his exclamation—
—all starry-eyed and startled joy, as though he'd found the sapling of the White Tree all over again. Most days they would eat and then return to whatever had been so important, yet there were times when the meal was left unfinished and then maybe they were lucky enough that one of them remembered to bolt the door because in between testing the structural integrity of the overlarge desk and exploring the many varied textures of chocolate dribbled over skin they didn't always remember to keep their voices down, and then very little was deemed important afterwards. At least until dinnertime anyway, as the evening meal was an obligation that (unfortunately) neither of them could afford to miss.
Dinner, of course, was always a grand affair, with a feast befitting a King and Queen and conversations befitting anyone fool enough to believe the myopic herd of counselors and advisors could leave their affairs of state behind and actually unwind at the end of the day. So rather than calling a moratorium on work—which Aragorn tried on several occasions and to spectacular failure, mostly because he was just as guilty as the rest of them—Arwen would take her husband by the hand and pull him from the table, often with his parting remarks shouted back across the Hall, but the moment the great doors banged shut behind them any hesitancy Aragorn might have had was soon forgotten.
The first time they stumbled into the Royal Apartment after a feast had been their wedding night, and the giddiness born of excitement and too much wine had caromed to a stuttering halt when they realized that so many long, hard years of waiting had distilled into that very moment. Suddenly much too pale and stone-cold sober, her new husband had blinked at her like a rabbit cornered by the hounds—
—her name emerging in a hesitant plea, wrapped up in every last insecurity he'd dared not show, in reverence of the dream that had sustained him to Mordor and back again and more than once, and scared to death that it would finally arrive stillborn, ripped out of his grasp at the last possible moment like so much else that he'd had stolen from his life. Arwen hadn't known what to say, and in a moment of blinding clarity she'd realized that words weren't needed anyway. Instead she let her lips tip into an indulgent smile as one hand brushed a lock of long dark hair away from his face while the other began a patient descent down the long laces of her bodice. Then together with fumbling hands they slowly peeled back the layers of cloth and time and expectation until they stood, separate and exposed and momentarily panicked when they both realized what was about to happen.
Yet Aragorn had smiled, so warm and reassuring, like the fingers that suddenly entwined with hers as he led her to their bed—
—and with one word asked her for permission, hesitant and almost shy because they both knew that what was coming would not be pleasant for her. So she forced another smile—determined to be brave for his sake—and laid herself down on the sprawling mattress of their marriage bed. Her grandmother had warned her, told her what to expect and gave the advice that came from experience, and though Arwen felt herself prepared she still couldn't stop the trembling, but then Aragorn had shushed her, soothed her sudden fears with soft words and eyes that begged for her to trust him. That night, Arwen learned that a man made love with lips and words and fingertips, and that consummating her marriage was simply a right of passage—like her coronation—to be endured in the moment and then later remembered fondly only for the door it opened to the rest of her life because it took barely a moment for the crown to settle atop her head but she had a lifetime to learn how to wear it properly.
It didn't occur to her until much later to wonder just where he'd learned how to—but then, she'd quickly dismissed those wandering notions, because of course Aragorn was healer-trained in their father's house and so would be intimately familiar with an Elven body, and he had many married friends, besides; and if he'd been offended by the question she refused to ask he gave no sign, but rather held her gaze unflinchingly with eyes so full of promise and adoration that she'd buried the last of her doubts in a shroud of private shame and never looked back. And so the days stretched into weeks and the weeks turned into months and now they're two years gone and still one look from him can make her blush even though he hasn't quite outgrown the need to ask for her permission first.
Two years gone and now they're both comfortable in their nightly ritual: return from dinner and sometimes wash up, or share a nightcap and quiet conversation, or just strip down and fall straight into bed (the thrill of sleeping skin on skin had yet to fade into routine). Then they'd make love, or maybe just talk, or make love then talk, or even just collapse straight into sleep if the day was hard enough. It took some getting used to, with Arwen accustomed to having her own bed and Aragorn accustomed to sleeping anywhere but in a bed, but by and by they learned to cope—never mind the irony that learning to sleep together wasn't nearly as difficult as learning to sleep together; but Arwen would get comfortable first and then Aragorn would spoon in behind her, and nowadays she has trouble falling asleep if not wrapped up in his embrace (a lesson learned during his first lengthy trip abroad), and having her to cling to at night helps him to keep the nightmares at bay.
Oh, those had scared her the first few times she'd been privy to them—and honestly they still did, even after she learned to handle them. The minor ones, with just the twitching and the inarticulate sounds, those she could sooth with just a touch and a few whispered Grey Tongued words without actually waking him, but the big ones? The ones where the twitches became full thrashes and the inarticulate sounds morphed into stuttered speech? The first time she reacted purely on instinct and thoughtlessly shook him awake—only to find herself splayed flat, knocked straight back off the bed and onto the floor with a split lip and a wide-eyed, breathless shock before recognition filtered back into the wild eyes of the stranger looming over her. Awareness and realization followed in quick succession and then suddenly Aragorn gasped and fled the room in holy terror, but Arwen couldn't follow with blood dribbling down her chin and a twinge in her ankle from how she'd landed. She was stuck, forced to wait for his return, all the while confronting the ugly truth that inside her loving, gentle, healer of a husband there lived a dangerous man and what had scared her—truly scared her—wasn't the violence she'd known (but hadn't known) that Aragorn was capable of, but rather her own imaginings about what terrible chimeras were likely to haunt his sleep.
In the end she wound up hiding in their apartment for three days until the bruise faded from her chin, but it was another week before Aragorn was able to meet her eyes and though he couldn't seem to stop apologizing in every other awkward and hesitant sentence he never once revealed just what was in that dream. Instead of questions she gave him nothing but assurances and waited patiently for him to be able to relax beside her in sleep once more.
When another full-blown nightmare struck Arwen knew better. She grabbed him by the wrists and yanked, and the sudden jarring of his head and shoulders bouncing off the pillows ripped the dreamscape from his vision and he flew awake on a throttled cry, and though he nearly sent them both tumbling to the carpet, his wife—still very much an elf—was stronger than she looked and had anticipated his reflexes, and this time when Aragorn came to his senses—
—her name a tight hiss shot like an arrow through his teeth, his body still trembling like the latent bowstring as the tension slowly drained away. As his breathing gradually returned to his control behind a drunken grin, like he'd stumbled out of the dungeons of Barad-Dur only to find himself wading through shores of Aman, she knew that it was less the relief of waking from a nightmare and more the realization that, unlike his dreams, his wife was tangible and permanent and real and though she hated that her husband suffered so, helping him recover, hearing him call her name with such rapture in his eyes made her feel like Varda had set the stars to shine for her and her alone.
By their first anniversary she'd seen him through many such ordeals, and it took her that long to realize that sometimes there were patterns to the garbled speech that spilled from his subconscious. Though she did not recognize the language she'd heard the sounds repeated enough to decode the words, but she did not understand them. Unfortunately the only linguist on hand was Aragorn himself, and so Arwen was forced to wait for Faramir to return from Ithilien. After she finally cornered the elusive Steward it had taken several blunders through poor diction, but when Faramir's eyes had shone with the wonder of sudden understanding she knew she'd found the right pronunciation.
Faramir had excitedly related to her that the tongue was that of the desert dwellers of far Harad and was barely heard outside those lands, and he probably would have rambled on with a scholar's delight about how the language wasn't etymologically dissimilar to that of the Rohirrim, only with a pictorial alphabet and not a few divergent phonemes, but Arwen interrupted him before he could completely derail their conversation onto a linguistic tangent. Faramir had apologized around a sheepish grin and then she could almost hear the gears turning as he set to tasting the strange words for himself. He'd offered the translation almost absently ("No more please"), followed by half-audible attempts to place the words in some sort of context, surfacing long enough to ask her where she'd heard it, as how did someone 'not want' more 'please' and was she sure she'd heard it right because if you added a bilabial click at the end the word became—
The sudden realization drained the light of enthusiasm right out of Faramir's expression, like bitters from a tankard, and he looked slightly ill as the answers to his questions materialized in the remaining dregs.
With blazing insight, Arwen knew just what haunted her husband's dreams.
She'd felt awful, laying that on poor Faramir's already overburdened shoulders and no doubt adding an extra layer of complication to the Steward's unique friendship with his King. On top of that, she feared she had betrayed her husband's trust, even though she had the utmost faith in Faramir to keep their secret.
Later, she'd never been so thankful that such faith had been misplaced.
Barely a fortnight after Faramir's departure for Ithilien, Legolas had arrived in Minas Tirith and had all but abducted the King, dragging poor Aragorn on a spur-of-the-moment, utterly pointless hunting trip. Arwen had reasoned that an escape from the Citadel would be good for her husband, and she'd barely maintained a straight face when the Royal Guard returned a day later in an utter panic at having 'misplaced' their King and the Elven Prince. Of course Aragorn had returned on his own a few days later, entirely unrepentant even after a long afternoon of lectures from nearly everyone on staff about the dangers of wandering off alone. Then that night they'd crawled into bed together, and as he wrapped his arms around her—
—the choked off gasp wrapped so much love inside so much pain all tucked inside the corners of her name that she fought off a shiver and forced her body to relax despite the galloping pace of her heart. She brought her hands up and clutched at the arms that clung to her and trapped one of his feet between her ankles, anchoring him to the here and now of her presence in their marriage bed, and he buried his face in her hair as it slid down into the soft hollow between her shoulder and the line of her jaw as she forced herself to lay perfectly still in counterpoint to the tension that radiated from her husband in waves.
After an eternity of frantic silence, her patience was rewarded. In a voice so flat and lifeless that she never would have associated it with her charismatic husband, Aragorn wove a haunting tale out of the cloying darkness that cocooned them. He spoke of a journey during his travels as Thorongil, an espionage mission for Steward Ecthelion that brought him farther south than any map could show, into a desert that had no name in any elf-friend tongue. He told her of the incredible heat, the scorching winds and shifting sands that burned the skin, of traversing the arid wasteland on the backs of strange beasts that didn't need water as horses did, and surprisingly frigid nights beneath a stunning canopy of unfamiliar stars. He spoke of entire cities made of tents and oxcarts, clustered around oases and full of strange people with skin as dark as iron. On and on the words flowed, painting stark pictures of an alien landscape beyond imagining until at last, in a voice that hadn't once wavered since the tale began, her husband finally confessed that it was in one such city that he'd been captured as a spy, and that he'd been held for nine cycles of the moon before he managed his escape. Of what he endured during his tenure there he did not say. He did not need to. It was understood in the echoes of the silence that followed, and the memory of the nightmares that lingered still.
Afterwards they did not speak but spent remainder of the night ensconced, taking comfort in the presence of the other and simply breathing through their silent vigil until the first pale wisps of morning climbed in through the open windows and chased away the urgency. And after that they shifted, the solution to this newfound need slipping into their lives with that same awkward grace, because nothing was ever perfect on the first try but they were willing to learn and willing to teach each other and sooner or later they got it right. While they had always known that together they could talk about anything that hardly meant that they did, but after that night Aragorn made a conscious effort to let her in, to shine a light into all the dark corners of his past and expose the scars upon his soul, one by one. It was always in bed, always with him clinging to her like a lifeline as though she imparted strength and courage through osmosis and he needed to soak up every drop.
Yet even that was not enough. For Aragorn, pulling his secrets up was like ripping arrows out from flesh; it always cost him something in the telling, no matter what healing may take place once it was done and for that, he needed dark. The absolute dark of their bedroom at night, before their eyes adjusted to the faint light outside their windows, and he had to have her close because if he couldn't see her he had to feel her to know that she was really there and Arwen reasoned that he'd had far too much practice at sharing his pain with ghosts that she didn't begrudge him this, even if it meant hearing that awful, lifeless voice sail past her ear, her heart clenching each time it scraped harsh and raw over wounds that hadn't healed, because he couldn't—literally couldn't—share his demons with her face to face, and she never knew whether that was because he couldn't stand to see the emotions that flashed through her eyes, or because he was afraid she would see too much of the memories that darkened his own. Over the course of time, she'd learned to simply let it be.
The hardest thing wasn't the learning of it but rather the accepting, when the focus wasn't so much on knowing the right words but rather the right silences because even a love such as theirs simply made the world worth living in; it hardly made the living any easier. And so they got through the long nights of listening, where she wouldn't ask the questions she longed to ask and he wouldn't give the reassurances he longed to give when the shoe was suddenly on the other foot and she was the one to offer halting confessions to the dark.
It was a slow and sometimes painful process but in fits and starts and through discoveries and compromises Arwen somehow learned to be a wife. She'd had no doubts that Aragorn would learn to be a husband—he accumulated titles like he did names: ranger, healer, lore-master, chieftain, and king. It was a litany every bit as true and tangible as Estel, Aragorn, Strider, Thorongil, and Elessar. Husband simply tacked itself onto the end so unobtrusively that it was almost hard to believe it was new to him—but that was her beloved and his enviable gift of malleability, to be able to become anything to anybody, to slip into any role as needed and fill whatever hole was gaping. Her own family—their own family—was evidence enough of that.
It was only later that she learned how much adaptability was a human trait, and that Aragorn was simply better at it than most. She saw it all around her, in the faces of the people as they rebuilt their city, when they cried until they laughed and laughed until they cried and picked up all the pieces and jumped right back into life, and she'd suddenly realized—this was the legacy of the Second Born, that their lives were not defined by the choice to simply be. Instead they had to choose to do because unlike the Eldar they did not have time to simply exist in the world. Rather they were forced to live in it—to cram as much living as they could into their fragile, finite lives. Where once Arwen had pitied the Second Born for all they would never have the chance to see, to learn, and to experience, now she saw that in their limited span of years they were so much more alive than any elf could ever hope to be.
Like Varda's stars an elf's fëa burned eternally, flickering occasionally but remaining constant and unchanging unto the ending of the world. Yet the fëar of the Second Born were more like those few bright jewels that fell from the firmament. Once the spark was lit it flashed bright and hot and so damned fast, and her people were always so caught up in the tragedy that such a light could fail that they completely missed the beauty of it, and so they never wondered what it must be like to shine so brilliantly if only for so brief a time, to see and hear and taste and touch and be with such a fire. For Arwen it was a sobering revelation, that this was Ilúvatar's true gift to the race of Men. The fact that they could leave the circles of the Arda when they died was simply due to the fact that by then they'd already burned away anything that might have tethered their spirits to it.
It had been another one of those nights where her husband had to hold her while she cried and listen without comment when she realized her family must have thought that she loved Aragorn enough to be willing to embrace death when instead it was that she loved life enough to be willing to lay down her immortality, because only Aragorn could teach her how to truly live. She was still learning, two years gone, because marriage wasn't so much a state of being but a state of evolution, perpetual and unending and so very much like life and now that she was here she intended to keep on living, and the tears were for her family because they would never know.
When at last the wrenching sobs had given way to soft, breathy sniffles Arwen had offered up a trembling thank you, the only words to strike back against the aching loneliness, a feeble challenge to the stifling dark and her husband, smart enough to know that he didn't know nearly enough to give any sort of answer, had simply tightened his hold on her and let the silence settle in.
Of course not all their nights were painful. There were many times where Aragorn wasn't forced to face the specters of his past, and Arwen didn't come into any new realizations about the future. There were the nights when they would hold each other, flushed and sweaty and drunk on the afterglow, when they would have serious discussions about what to name the children, or simply talk for hours about the idle inanities of foreign trade. Far enough away from it all that they could forget the pressures and problems that seemed to hound their every step and lose themselves for just a moment in the joy that was each other and the little slivers of happiness they'd won for themselves seemingly against all odds. And he wouldn't dwell on yesterday and she wouldn't fret over tomorrow, and maybe—just maybe—they could believe they'd be alright because—
—when her name fell as softly as a prayer of thanksgiving she knew that for all Middle-earth had placed their hopes in him, he had placed his own in her. Undomiel she was once called, in her father's house, a name of tragic symbolism; but then Aragorn had set her on a pedestal just out of reach and spent a lifetime chasing after it like a polar star, and finally she realized that she was his Undomiel. So it didn't matter to her that he only said 'I love you' consciously, because he somehow rationed that she needed to hear him say it and her husband wielded words the way he wielded swords, slinging each deliberately and for maximum effect, because he said it so much better every time he said her name.
And every time she gazes up at him, as his fingers cascade through her hair and his head rolls back and she can almost see the stars that flash and die before his eyes—it's because she needs to hear it again. That sweet explosion of noise, the one she keeps chasing after, the one that puts all the rest to shame. The one she gets only after she's pared off the names and titles he wears like armor until she's found the man beneath, made him fly so far out over the edge that all his beautiful words are left trailing far behind him, with strings of consonants pulsing rough and ragged past dry and gasping lips on every exhale. As she feels him trembling in the balance she knows that sound is lodged like a coiled spring somewhere deep inside him and that it's wound too tight to hold, and when finally it gives—
—his whole body is unfolding into it, shuddering, explosive, leaving the barest hint of voice behind. There, that flashfire when for a moment all he had and all he was flared in supernova she knew that love was the palest, flimsiest word to possibly describe the fire, because with that fleeting sound that twisted itself into her name, Arwen knew that she was his whole world and everything in it because his spirit burned for her, bright and hot and painfully terminal. So what if they only had a few paltry decades pockmarked with politics and war, loss and regret, far too many scars and a disturbing penchant for darkened silences? They would spend them all just like this—living just like this, because when the fire's finally burnt itself out and they tumble headlong into oblivion she knows that they'll be following all those falling stars, and wherever they landed in the end—together—they would have outrun all their yesterdays and ducked around the concept of tomorrow—and they would be free, to learn it all all over again, and just maybe get it right the first time round.
Anor: the sun
Arda: the world
Fëa/fëar: spirit/pleural
Undomiel: Even Star


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All quotes tagged Aim
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"A system is a network of interdependent components that work together to try to accomplish the aim of the system. A system must have an aim. Without the aim, there is no system."
"Of all the things I've done, the most vital is coordinating those who work with me and aiming their efforts at a certain goal"
"It is important that an aim never be defined in terms of activity or methods. It must always relate directly to how life is better for everyone... The aim of the system must be clear to everyone in the system. The aim must include plans for the future. The aim is a value judgment."
"Providence has nothing good or high in store for one who does not resolutely aim at something high or good. A purpose is the eternal condition of success."


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Disclaimer: Not mine, boo sob, otherwise the reveal would have been 800 years ago by now.
A/N: Hey everyone! Another reveal fic from yours truly, got very sidetracked during some uni reading and a while later, I produced this baby. . . woopsie. Hope you like it, please review if you have a mo. it means a lot, and I always love to hear people's opinions on the show too. :P (This fic can be read as A/M- I just try and keep them fairly in character!)
As If Everything
"Everything here. . . is so full of life. Every tree, every leaf, every insect. It's as if the world is. . . vibrating. As if everything is much more than itself."
Arthur watched him, hands clasped. Almost not believing the words coming out of his friend's mouth. This Merlin confused him, entirely unfathomable, the one so impossibly far from his ordinary self: "You feel all that?"
Merlin's face was half bathed in the firelight, "Don't you?"
Arthur raised his eyebrows, shaking his head although his eyes were light. Merlin smiled, but it quickly fell from his face. He looked worried; as if he'd said too much.
The manservant stalked back to his spot, the King propping himself up further.
The fire crackled in the depth of the green, Arthur staring at his hands until Merlin spoke, "What will you do?"
Arthur shifted, uneasy, "I don't know. . . My heart says do anything I can to save Mordred. But I've seen. . . what misery unfettered sorcery brings. Before my father outlawed magic, Camelot was almost destroyed by socery. In my own time Morgana's used it for nothing but evil. . . What would you do. . . in my place?"
Arthur nodded towards him, and Merlin nearly flinched. He was tetchy, quaking.
"Me? I'm just a lackey. . . maker of beds."
"Lackeys can be wise."
Merlin's half hearted shake made Arthur pull a face, "It's not like you to be silent."
"The Kingdom's future is at stake." Merlin said quietly.
"And a man's life."
"You must protect Camelot and you must protect the world you've spent your life building. A just and fair kingdom for all." His voice was harder, housed in stone.
Arthur nearly grimaced, "You'd have me sacrifice a friend."
The King watched as Merlin's eyes darted restlessly, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he avoided the question, "I would have you become the King you're destined to be."
Arthur leant forward abruptly, "If I do save Mordred, all my father's work will be for nothing; sorcery will reign once more in Camelot. Is that what you'd want?"
Merlin's spindly shoulder rose and fell in juddery shakes. His heart rattling in his rib cage.
"Perhaps my father was wrong, perhaps the old ways aren't as evil as we thought."
The younger man bit down on his lip, his eyes clouding as he tried to suppress his tears- the secrets bursting at the seams.
"So what should we do? Accept magic. . . or let Mordred die?"
Merlin sighed, shaking his head stiffly, the panic playing on his lips and tears forming in his eyes. Arthur squinted at him, processing the battle that was displayed on the other man's face.
"There can be no place for magic in Camelot."
Arthur stared at him, and the seconds thumped past as Merlin's whole expression nearly crumbled.
"You're lying."
Merlin visibly quaked in front of him, as if trying to stop something burst free.
"I. . . I. . ." He paused, a tear balancing, and he met Arthur's eyes with such a pained expression the King felt as if someone had thrown a rock at his stomach, "I don't know what you want me to say."
His gaze was unswerving, the fire cracking like a whip, he spoke firmly,
"Tell me what you're thinking right now."
Merlin's lips were parted, a jolty breath leaving them; his eyes slid shut briefly. He sat there for a beat, as if trying to remember the moment.
His voice was so quiet when he finally spoke that the King wondered if he'd imagined it.
"I want to be free."
Arthur's brow crinkled in confusion, his brain processing the line piece by piece; the pieces of his friend in front of him. Merlin's tear-filled eyes slowly opened and met his own; a sorrow in them taking Arthur aback. . . but then he saw it. . . the gold glistening beneath their surfaces, so raw, so unbridled.
Arthur's eyes dawned in realisation, all air escaping his body.
"Please don't send me away. . ."
Arthur's head barely shook in disbelief, trying to imagine how it had taken him so long draw the dots together. His mouth turned to dust, a fear slowly creeping up inside of him that would normally have him reaching for his sword. But this was Merlin. Merlin.
"Please. I'm sorry. . ." Bony fingers were gripping at his worn trousers, his legs drawn up around him. He looked like a child, desperate and alone, "Please don't send me away, please. . . I have to to protect you."
Arthur's eyes were fixed on him, unblinking as if he would disappear like some distorted figment. That it wasn't real. That he wasn't real.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Arthur's voice nearly breaking, his eyes glimmering from the embers.
"I wanted to. . ." Merlin whispered, strangled by emotion, "You have to believe that I wanted to so badly. . . to show you the gifts I was born with. . . there are so many things I wanted you to know. . . wanted to share with you. . ."
Arthur stood up abruptly, breaking Merlin's words in two, his face was hard, stoic. He turned and started walking away; Merlin scrambled up after him, "Arthur. . . Arthur. . ."
The King didn't turn back, accusation hanging in the air as Merlin struggled to follow him; he was shutting down.
"Arthur please just listen to me-"
The King didn't even look back, striding through the trees, his tone cast in steel, "Give me one good reason why I should believe anything you say."
"It's still me, Arthur. It's still me. Merlin, clotpole, your friend-"
"You lied to me." Arthur shoved a low branch out of the way, Merlin barely missing it fling back towards him.
"I've only ever used magic to help you, Arthur-" Merlin's words were disjointed, gasping.
"You betrayed me."
Merlin swiped a tear from his cheek, "I thought it was for the best, ok?! Maybe I should have told you, but I was a fool. I thought everything we'd built would be destroyed in one swoop."
The King swung round suddenly, Merlin barely having time to stop a few steps from him, the manservant's wet eyes widened when he saw the same mirrored in his friend's. The King's voice was dangerously low despite the heartbreak in his eyes, "And you believed me capable of that? Believe that I'd dismiss you without one reference to the past ten years?"
"No. . . no-"
"Then WHY?!" Arthur shouted, the violent echo setting off a beat of wings.
Merlin's throat bobbed, his eyes settling on a patch of grass, a hoarse whisper drawn from his throat, "Sometimes I have so little faith in myself. . . that I reflect it onto you too. I think about. . . destiny, the trouble and pain to come and I think that it's. . . all so wrong, so unfair."
Merlin paused for a second as he raised his head, and Arthur held his gaze, blue on blue in the vast emerald forest.
"I keep thinking that I'm not ready for what we're meant to face, and I paint you with that brush too. . . although you've grown so much more than I have."
Arthur sighed, running a hand through his grubby blonde hair. He looked forlorn, exhausted.
"I don't care about destiny or whatever, Merlin." Arthur said softly, "I just want to know that. . . here and now, we're honest and true. If we don't have that, we don't have anything."
Arthur stood still for a moment, blinking his red rimmed eyes, his facade cracking more aggressively with every moment that passed.
Merlin visibly winced as he shifted on his feet, their eyes locked. The dark haired man understood him wholly, and it shook him to the core.
It wasn't about the magic. It was about the heart.
"I trusted you."
Merlin gulped back the next wave of tears, sniffing, "I know. I'm sorry."
Arthur started to move again, slowly back towards their camp.
Merlin trailed behind him, feeling as if he'd been physically beaten.
Arthur couldn't sleep, the heavy silence of the forest making him feel as if he were being judged. He was sat, slouched up against a rock as he listened to his own breathing. He could see Merlin's eyebrows knitted tightly together, lips moving wordlessly, wound up and drowning in some sleep state.
He looked like a child in the throws of a nightmare. Maybe this was what it all was, some trick fabricated by the Disir.
He wondered how, this clumsy mess of a servant had become such an intrinsic part of his life. It was ironic, really, that he would become best friends with a sorceror. The perfect bitter laugh directed at his father, he thought. The man would be dizzy from turning in his grave.
Arthur recalled his words. . . to show you the gifts I was born with. . . . I have to to protect you. . . all those times Arthur had spat on magic, declaring it evil. It was akin to kicking a small animal and tossing it by Merlin's feet. How had he not been driven away?
But all that stuff about destiny, the king he was meant to be- it made his head hurt. Knowing too much of your future would be enough to drive anyone mad. Since when had Merlin been the one to author his life?
Arthur's eyes wandered into the darkness, and he felt consumed by it. The impenetrable mass surrounding the two young men like a cloak; the final ashes of their flames like fallen fireflies.
He hated this vulnerability. Tried to battle against the weakness. But right now all he could think of was his unrequited trust.
Merlin stirred in his sleep again, murmuring in discontent. It stung when Arthur realised quite how much he wanted to wake him, give him a second chance at a decent night's sleep. He could never send him away. It was Merlin and Arthur, Arthur and Merlin- they came as a pair. He just hadn't struck their balance right.
Arthur quietly pulled his mat towards the wilted fire, lying down and pretending to sleep. He nudged Merlin with his foot, who he felt jolt awake with a sharp intake of breath. Arthur heard him scuffle back down and accept sleep again.
Merlin woke up to find Arthur already awake, stood by the ashy remnants of the fire, arms folded as he stared out into the clearing.
"Pack up, we're going to the Disir within the hour."
The King started to walk off before he could even finish, and Merlin felt another piece of himself chip away. The manservant shoved himself to his feet, determined, reaching out and touching Arthur's arm as gently as he could.
The blonde haired man turned and shrugged him off, but his expression was half-hearted, as if he didn't actually have it in him to hurt him, to fight him.
"Arthur. . ."
"What Merlin?" Arthur said.
"I'm sorry."
Arthur sighed, his eyes still tinged with melancholy, "Is that it?"
Merlin shook his head, biting his lip anxiously.
"Go on."
"I want you to feel it. . . To feel what I feel."
"The trees. . . the leaves. . . the insects. . . the world vibrating."
Arthur's eyes glittered with fear; a breach into the unknown. All in the form of this one man. This one ridiculous, bumbling boy.
"With magic?"
Merlin's lips flickered, his eyes brightening, "With magic."
The King breathed out slowly, his eyes fixed to the hopeful expression on Merlin's face- his fingers itching by his side.
He barely nodded, his eyebrows furrowing as he braced himself for something he had no idea of.
"Close your eyes."
Merlin held his gaze, the brilliant blue begging him to trust him. Arthur gruffed a sigh out.
He felt Merlin steadily press a hand to his chest, and he stiffened for second, Merlin's voice wrapping around the enchantment like a wisp of smoke slithering through the air. It was deeper, huskier. . . historic. As if his soul had lived a hundred lives already.
The words danced around him, as if swirling with something intangible in the air. Connecting and breathing with the world. . . like two old friends reunited after decades apart.
Arthur felt as if his whole being was being hypnotised, a heavy warmth pulsating from Merlin's hand like a ray from the sun. The hairs on his body bristled, his muscles tingled, seeping through his veins until he felt as if his soul had sighed.
He felt the slender hand move away, the heavy weight of his power gone with him.
"Open your eyes."
He felt impossibly light, taking a deep breath as he slowly opened himself to the world.
Arthur's heart caught in his throat, his eyes glittering as he tried to absorb what he saw.
Everything was so impossibly green. So vibrant and utterly alive that it almost glowed. The air glittered brightly, as if tiny drops of sunshine were floating like golden snowflakes. Every creature, every spirit whispered to the other and he knew something deep inside him whispered back. It felt as if the world turned towards him, smiling softly, the pale wind whisking round his chest like a fleeting embrace . He was enraptured by it, as if he were part of it himself.
He moved slowly across the forest floor, treading only onto the tender earth, a flurry of butterflies flitting their wings free of the morning dew. Flowers at his feet opened up as the sun slowly leaked across the ground, the lustrous sun breaking through the canopy.
Arthur stopped still in front of an oak tree, drawn to it, the surface worn and gnarled as he closed his eyes and slowly placed his palm on the trunk of a tree. It felt like it was humming contently to itself. . . vibrating.
He felt Merlin's presence at his side, his magic beating like a heart. He unfolded his hand next to his own.
Emrys. . . It is you, Emrys.
I am here. . . this is Arthur.
Arthur Pendragon. . . the once and future king. . .
He can feel you.
We can feel him.
Arthur felt himself breathe a smile as the heat from the sun seemed to intensify that little more.
He gently pulled his hand away, stepping back a little and opening his eyes. His gaze immediately fell to Merlin's face, his palm still touching the tree. He'd never seen his face so relaxed, so open, his lips breathing words that may not have been spoken for an age.
When the younger man finally stood back, by Arthur's side, Merlin let the world fade back around them; the sun fully breaking into day.
Merlin spoke quietly, barely daring to break the silence, "What did it feel like?"
Arthur smiled, wistful, "As if everything was becoming right again."
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Which of these cannot be deactivated?
Validation rule
Workflow rule
Approval process
Sharing rule
Apex triggers
Escalation rule
Assignment rule
Auto-response rule.
An object can have
A master-detail relationship with itself
A lookup relationship with itself
Both of above are possible
A standard object can be a child object in a
master-detail relationship
lookup relationship
If a custom object is a child in a master-detail relationship, then its OWD setting is controlled by parent
In a workflow rule which of the following statements is true
Specifying at least one criterion is compulsory in the rule criteria section under
Run this rule if the following criteria are met
Specifying criteria is optional in the rule criteria section under
Run this rule if the following criteria are met'
If no criteria are specified, then this workflow rule will execute for all records created of that object.
'New Meeting Request' button is available on the Open Activities related list on the detail pages of
contacts, leads, and person accounts
Criteria based sharing rule is not available on which standard objects?
Not available for Lead
Campaign. Available for Accounts
While inserting/updating/upserting a new user using the Apex Data Loader, values for which of
these fields can be provided in the input csv file?
User Role
User License
User Profile
To remove Chatter tab from the top horizontal bar, remove it from the 'Selected Tabs'
from 'Customize My Tabs' from the '+' sign. To remove Chatter link altogether for all profiles, go to
Setup -> Customize -> Chatter -> Settings and uncheck 'Enable'. Now Chatter link will not be
available even if the '+' sign is clicked. To remove Chatter link altogether only for a specific profile,
go to Setup -> Manage Users -> Profiles -> -> Objects and Tabs -> Chatter -> Edit and select'
Any changes to
records owned by a user are automatically followed on Chatter. To disable this feature, go to
Setup -> My Chatter Settings -> My Feeds and check the checkbox for 'Stop automatically
Which are the two report folders to which all users have access?
Unfiled Public Reports
My Personal Custom Reports
If the email id of an inactive user in Salesforce is changed then:
An email is sent immediately to the new email id for verifying the new email id.
An email is sent to the new email id for verifying the new email id only when the user is
An email is NOT sent to the new email id for verifying the new email id as the email id was
changed when the user was inactive. Such a mail would be sent only if the email id of an active
user is changed
A file which is private:
Can always be viewed by only the owner of the file
Can always be viewed by the owner of the file and by any user who has the 'Modify All Data'
Mail Merge process: About the mail merge process and merge fields
A mail merge is the process of generating form letters and other Microsoft Word documents that
are personalized for the recipient, who is often a contact or lead. The content of each document is
predefined in a mail merge template. Mail merge templates include variables called merge fields
where data from your Salesforce records — for example a contact's name and address—displays
in the generated document.
An Account record is owned by user A. For user B the 'Sharing' option would appear on this record
User B has 'View All' permission at profile level for Account
User B has 'Modify All' permission at profile level for Account
OWD of Account is public read/writ
User B has 'Delete' permission at profile level for Account
In order to make sure that sharing rules are calculated and acknowledged as they should
be, recalculate the rules. Recalculate sharing rules by: a. Navigate to Setup| Security Controls|
Sharing Settings b. Under the object where the sharing rule was created or deleted, click on
'Recalculate'. This will reset the record permissions for the object.
There might be another active workflow rule on the same object which might be giving an
output which is conflicting with the output of this workflow rule by updating the same field in some
other way. De activate the other workflow rule or check the business logic as to why we are doing
multiple field updates on the same field.
The workflow actions within a workflow rule execute in the order in which they are created.
If multiple active workflow rules are present on an object, then these workflow rules will execute in
the order in which they have been created.
An opportunity is triggering a workflow rule that is set to evaluate. When a record is created, or
when a record is edited and did not previously meet the rule criteria'. The opportunity previously
met the workflow criteria so the workflow rule should not trigger now. But the workflow rule is being
triggered. This can happen when the account that the opportunity is related to is changed. Doing
this will re-parent the opportunity and thus all 'on-create' workflow rules will trigger
A manual sharing can be created using the Apex Data Loader.
A manual sharing can be created for a standard or custom object u sing the Apex Data Loader
Which of these standard objects cannot be shared? Account, Opportunity, Lead, Case, Product,
Campaign, Contract, Contact
Which of these records can be activated? Account, Opportunity, Lead, Case, Product, Campaign,
Contract, Contact
Which of these records cannot be deactivated once activated?
Account object has a custom field 'Tax' of type number. Some account records are present in
Salesforce which do not have any value in this field. This custom field is now made a required field
by editing it. The editing will fail as some records are present which do not have a value for this
Account object has a custom field 'Tax' of type number. Two account records are present in
Salesforce which have the same value in this field say 5000. This custom field is now made a
unique field by editing it. The editing will fail as two records are present which have the same
value for this field.
Account object has a custom field 'Tax' of type number. Two account records are present in
Salesforce, account name Acc1 has value 7 in this field while account name Acc2 does not have
any value in this field. This custom field Tax is now given a default value of 89 by editing it. Which
of these cases will happen:
The Tax field of Acc2 will get the value 89 and all accounts created henceforth will have the
default value 89 in this Tax field
The Tax field of Acc2 will r
For manual sharing of any account record, by default the owner of the record has Full Access to
the account record and has Read/Write access on the related contacts, opportunities, cases. The
Read/Write access on the related contacts, opportunities, cases can be made more restrictive for
the owner like read-only by creating a new manual sharing rule for that account record and
selecting the owner's name from within the Users list.
OWD of account is public read/write. While creating which of the following, more restrictive values
(like public read-only) will be available for sharing?
i. Sharing rule on Account
ii. Manual sharing rule on any specific account record.
Only i
Only ii
Both i and ii
Neither i nor ii
Sales Stages refer to Stage picklist of opportunity
A master object cannot have more than two detail objects through master-detail relationship as at
the most 2 master-detail relationships are allowed per object.
field marked as required while creating the field can be removed from some page layouts
A workflow rule can have a workflow action of type 'Field Update' to determine which record type
should be assigned to the created record.
Which record type will get assigned to a record being created?
Record type assigned by user while creating the record
Record type assigned by workflow rule using workflow action of type 'Field Update'.
The various ways of making a tab (say Leads) hidden for any profile: Make it 'Tab Hidden' at profile level. (Other options are 'Default On' and 'Default Off').
Remove Read access on Leads at the profile level. The tab automatically becomes hidden for that
Queues exist for which objects?
Queues exist for
Cases and custom objects
Opportunities are usually influenced by more than one campaign, the campaign
influence feature allows you to manually or automatically associate multiple influential campaigns
to a single opportunity.
If a Custom Summary Field/Formula is created in a Custom Report, then which operations can be
performed by this field on any of the fields of the primary object or related object?
Largest value
Smallest Value
Custom Summary Field/Formula is available only in report generated from Custom Report Type
using with or without relationship with some other object.
An account record can have an Account Team working on that account. Account team
role decides what role any Account Team Member plays in that Account Team. 'Account Team' is
a related list on any account record. 'Contact Roles' is also a related list on an account record
which is distinct from the 'Contacts' related list. Any contact can be added to the 'Contact Roles'
related list along with specifying what role that contact plays on that account.
Price Books are a list of products with specifically defined unit price s and currencies. A
price book can be set up for multiple currencies. When organizing products into price books,keep
in mind that an o opportunity or quote can include products only from a single price book. To add
or edit products in a price book, click the price book name.
'Quote Line Items' is a related list on a quote. A quote can be treated for an opportunity.
For adding a Quote Line Item to the 'Quote Li ne Items' related list, click on 'Add Line Item'. Then
select any one price book. Then select any of the products available in that price book. Modify the
prices if required and specify quantity for each product. A Line Item in the 'Quote Line Items'
related list is nothing but a product from the Price Book selected for this Quote.
If a custom app is not created for a client company and a standard app like 'Sales' is being used
by the client company, then the client company logo cannot be added to the app.
Which elements can be stored in folders?
Files tab shows files from:
Salesforce CRM content from the libraries one is a member of from one's personal libraries
Files from chatter from the groups one is a member of
When loading a new account using Apex Data Loader and specifying the owner id to whom the
account should belong, under which of these cases, the data load will fail?
i. The owner id is an invalid id. There is no user in salesforce with this id
ii. The owner id belongs to an inactive user.
i only
ii only
both a and b
Under which of these cases the deletion of an account will fail?
i) The account has a related case
ii) The account has a related entitlement
When leads/cases are loaded using the Apex Data Loader, there is no provision for
providing 'true' value for the 'Assign using active assignment rule' checkbox. So the leads/cases
always get assigned to the user who is doing the data load operation.
Process Visualizer used for: It is used to view the graphical representation of an Approval Process. It can be launched
by clicking the 'View Diagram' button on the Approval Process detail page. A section called
Legend gives a summary of the icons used in the approval process.
the difference between Apex Data Loader and Import Wizard as far as displaying error
messages is concerned: Apex Data Loader
Always gives error messages for failures. Error message given if text value provided in field of
type number and loading of the record fails irrespective of whether the field is a compulsorily
required field or not. Import Wizard. Is not consistent in giving error messages. For example, if a
text value is specified in a field of type number (PAN number custom field created on Contact of
type Number),
The difference between Apex Data Loader and Import Wizard as far as record loading is
concerned: Apex Data Loader,Loading of a record fails if even one column/field has invalid data in it.
Import Wizard,Inconsistent behavior. Sometimes the field with invalid data is not loaded but the remaining record gets loaded as mentioned above when text value was provided in a field of type
number but the field was not a compulsorily required field. The record loading fails if this field is
made a compulsorily required field.
is the difference between Apex Data Loader and Import Wizard as far as generating extra
accounts is concerned: Apex Data Loader
If Salesforce account ID is specified incorrectly while loading contact, then loading of contact fails
as no account exists in Salesforce with this account ID. Import Wizard. If account name is
specified incorrectly while loading contact, then new account gets generated with the new name.
Among two records related by master – detail relationship, the detail record can have an owner
which is different from the owner of the master record.
Users or contacts can be added to the 'Account Team' of an account.
A user is facing issues while logging in to Salesforce. What should the administrator do?
Check if the user is using the correct URL's for Salesforce. Check ifthe user is using the
correct User Name and Password for that environment. Check the user's login history from Setup -
> Manage Users -> Login History Check if any login in hour restrictions or login IP address
restrictions exist on the profile to which the user belongs from Setup -> Manage Users -> Profiles -
> -> Login Hours and Setup -> Login IP Ranges Check if there is
Check if the user is using the correct URL's for Salesforce. Check ifthe user is using the
correct User Name and Password for that environment. Check the user's login history from Setup -
> Manage Users -> Login History Check if any login in hour restrictions or login IP address
restrictions exist on the profile to which the user belongs from Setup -> Manage Users -> Profiles -
> -> Login Hours and Setup -> Manage Users -> Profiles -> -> Login IP Ranges Check if there is
Which of these values can a 'if' function used in a validation rule have in either the 2nd or the 3rd
Salesforce to Salesforce allows you to share records with businesspartners that use
A record type for opportunity can be created before creating any Sales Process for opportunity
At least 1 Sales Process has to exist for being able to createa record type on opportunity.
Same applies for Lead Process of Leads & Lead Record Type, Support Process of Cases & Case
Record Type, Solution Process of Solution & Solution Record Type.
It is not necessary to have a sales process to create such an opportunity registration.
Same applies for Lead Process of Leads & Lead Record Type, Support Process of Cases & Case
Record Type, Solution Process of Solution & Solution Record Type.
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Kevin, very cool. This contract is exactly what was missing to show the power of views. :) Would you like to commit it back to views. (more inline) El lun, 17-10-2005 a las 22:31 +0100, Kevin escribió: > Thought I'd post my work in progress in trying to do switchable > alternate css stylesheets. I call it theme switching though not > sure if that is the correct terminology. maybe: branding-theme-switcher.ft > I've put four theme links at the bottom of the left bar home tab, > each setting an alternate stylesheet. In doing this I used a Perl > template system to generate my alternate css files based on three > colors and three contrasting text colors. > > While doing this it reminded me of the old skinconf with defined > colors that were used as parameters to an xslt to create one > css file. It got me thinking that Forrest could generate alternate > css files then perhaps have a contract that would emulate the > <forrest:css ...> tag in view files and insert all the required > alternate css files. Perhaps even part of something like the > publishedstrip contract to add the links to click to switch the > themes rather than what I have done in site.xml at the moment. NOTE: the structurer do not use the skinconf.xml anymore! Actually the skinconf colors can be brought back quite easy. I never forgot them, but on the archive you may find some mails from other devs that do not wanted that anymore, so I did not prioritized them. Anyway, it would be awesome to pass the colors into the contract from the view. That leads to another contract that I want to create. genericCss.ft, which will bring back the extra-css from the skinconf.xml back. It would just take the css definition from the view and pass them into an inline css. More or less the same could be done with the colors from the old skinconf. > Anyway I'm probably way off track about what the new theme > plugin will allow users to do driven off config' parameters. jeje, no. The v2 has to be configured totally by the view (no default beside the fallback are given). You are right on track with the approach I took in v2. > Anyone with a slow dial up? Do you see an unacceptable problem > if pages aren't cached after choosing another theme other than > the default 'dull' theme? > http://www.kegcl.demon.co.uk/forrest/index.html > Can you can up with a patch that I can use to integrate this really nice feature into v2? Like I said above it is awesome to show off what you can do with views. Thanks salu2 -- thorsten "Together we stand, divided we fall!" Hey you (Pink Floyd)
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