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The Crowns of DunBroch - King Fergus

Fergus turned the key to his strongroom and took the torch with him inside as he closed the door behind him. He lit the other torches already in the room. Putting the torch in the holder by the door he went to the small chest in the niche in the middle of the wall.

He carried it to the heavy table in the center of the room, put it down near the end of the table and sat with a sigh. He pulled out another smaller key and opened this chest. He reached in and placed the object inside on the table at the center of the table.

Fergus sighed again. He was looking at his crown. He hated that thing.

It was round, as a crown should be. There were four large emeralds around  the intricately engraved band, surrounded by diamonds, pearls and other precious gems. It was as silly as it was heavy.

But it was his.

He was the king.

He was in charge.

The clan lords had raised him to be king after he joined the clans together to fight the northern invaders. Clan DunBroch hadn't been strong enough to do it alone, though they had tried. He had called together the other clans and inspired them to come to his aid. It had taken everything the four clans had to throw them back.

Fergus sighed, he was brave enough to hunt bears. He had even punched Mor'du himself in the face. But why wasn't he brave enough to listen to the petitions of the clans and decide what to do?

What a pathetic king he was. Fergus shook his head.

Elinor read though all those books learning how to be a good queen, telling him what good kings do on the continent. He never listened to her. He heard the words but it didn't change him. He needed to change now.

Elinor needed to be a mother to Merida. Their family had almost been destroyed and it almost took the kingdom with it. They had gotten so close to starting a war in the throne room, so very close.

Fighting the clans would have been fun, but it would have destroyed the kingdom and left them open to invasion.

He had to be a better king.

Fergus scrapped his peg-leg across the stone of the floor. It had all come from that. His failed battle with Mor'du. He hated himself for losing. He had lost his leg, but he had saved his family, that was his greatest victory. Funny how that worked.

He had spent over a year recovering from the loss of his leg. He had almost lost his life to infection, Mor'du had been a dirty old rug.

Elinor had begun dealing with the day-to-day decisions of the kingdom. Sometimes someone would want to talk to the king about something or other. Finally, some insolent fool had insisted to see the king and Elinor had escorted him in as he had been suffering from a fever. He had grabbed his sword and yelled at the fool, "She is the queen, you listen to her!"

Elinor had taken that and run with it. Fergus smiled as he remembered all the times she had shouted that even at the clan lords. He was proud of his queen, she had some iron in her. He had seen that from the start.

Elinor had been a great archer. He knew she would make a great wife when he had seen her hit apples off of the top of the tree with her bow. He had insisted on the games for the betrothal. Throwing back the northern invaders had proved himself to the clan lords, but he wanted to prove himself to her. He loved her so very much.

She had put down her bow when she learned from her silly books how to be a queen. He missed loosing arrows with her. He had thought giving Merida a bow would have brought Elinor back to hers. He had ended up having to teach Merida to shoot and to fight.

But then it got so bad Elinor hadn't wanted Merida to have weapons at all. All from those silly books! What did it matter what the kings, queens and princesses of the continent did? They didn't live here in the Highlands.

They had kingdoms that had lasted for hundreds of years with all kinds of pomp and ceremony. He was the first king they've had since the ancient kingdom.

And he was blowing it!

Fergus took off his helmet and put it next to his crown. He was used to the helmet, it fit well and wasn't too heavy, not like the crown. It covered his bald spot.

He loved Elinor, so very much. It had almost killed him to think she had been killed by a bear. He would have dropped everything and killed all the bears everywhere for her. But she was the bear. Their own daughter had, with the help of a witch, transformed Elinor into a bear.

And he almost killed his own beloved himself.

He was having a hard time with that. More nightmares, new nightmares. The nightmare of beheading her and having her transform back to herself as the clans held her tied down body gave him the collywobbles. He had been too angry to listen to his own daughter who was telling the truth. Even if he couldn't understand it.

Fergus shook his head. He hadn't thought magic was real. Not even fighting Mor'du had convinced him, it was just a tough old bear with some old weapons stuck in him. But will 'o the wisps, spells, witches and all that was real. He wasn't sure how to deal with that. Hopefully, it wouldn't come up again.

He needed to do better. The kingdom had almost fallen apart while she had been pregnant with the boys. It was a good thing winter had come, she was back on her feet by the time spring rolled around. He wasn't good at administrative issues. He needed some time with Elinor for her to teach him. They needed to work together and be a family again.

He had worried about his family. Having the boys was wonderful, even if it looked like Elinor was going to explode she had been so huge. Now, after recovering from the battle Elinor had been all over him. Their passion was flaring hot. She was his wife again, he had missed that so much and now he knew she did too.

Elinor really ran the kingdom. He knew that. It wasn't fair for him to foist all the boring stuff on her, even if she seemed to like it. He couldn't do all the fun stuff. They needed to work together, so Elinor could have fun to, with the whole family. She didn't deserve to be doing paperwork all the time.

Fergus picked up his crown and put it on. He'd go up and crash the princess lesson and start learning how to be a real king. If they worked together like the clans had during the war, they would be stronger then each of them doing their own thing.

They could and should rule together. But more then that, they could be a family together.

Fergus stood and left his helmet on the table and walked out of the door.
A thanks to HAFanForever for inspiring me to write this.

The Crowns of DunBroch
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Imaginative-Light77 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Amazing! I can feel the tensity.
BalunStormhands Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013
Thanks. He's a tough guy and not totally stupid.
Imaginative-Light77 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist

No problem! It was a fun read too.
HAFanForever Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, cool idea to add another chapter, and one about Fergus, like we discussed. :)

I'm sure he would prefer wearing a helmet over the crown. But as I've said, the way he dresses does not make him look like royalty, unlike Elinor. I have a hunch that he used to be a lord of DunBroch, just like the other three clans are ruled by lords. But when he rallied all of the clans together to fight against the northern invaders, he was able to do it so well that they decided to name him the king of DunBroch, and that it would combine all four of the clans.

As we've discussed, Fergus may be the war-leader and warrior, so he knows how to handle battles, but Elinor handles all of the major stuff, in terms of politics and peacekeeping in the kingdom. Sometimes I think that both Fergus and Elinor have trouble balancing ruling the kingdom with raising their children. I mean, that's what a lot of parents have trouble with, in terms of balancing careers with family. With Fergus and Elinor, their careers are being king and queen, and it seems that Elinor even tends to put that first, especially with her lessons for Merida.

Like I've said, I bet Fergus had to spend a lot of time recuperating from his battle, so Elinor was faced with the burden of ruling on her own for a while, and she probably put that first so much over Merida. I love all the stuff you mention about Elinor's past in how she was a great archer, too. It sounds like she really gave up a lot on what made her who she used to be, and she ended up putting her royal duties before her own personal feelings.

Oh yes, he does love Elinor very much. You could see how crushed he was saw their wrecked room and he thought she had been killed. And then since he almost killed her was a good thing that Merida intervened at the right moment. He'd have to believe in magic after seeing that the bear he thought killed Elinor turned back into Elinor! I even have a hunch that Merida and Elinor's story of their experience together would even become more famous than Fergus's battle with Mor'du. Fergus was determined to face Mor'du again, and in the end it's Elinor who kills him. Do you think this would give Elinor the title of the Bear Queen now? XD But heck, since Fergus loved to tell the story of his battle with Mor'du, I bet Merida and Elinor would love to tell their story, too, especially since the story about the ancient kingdom is true and Mor'du was the oldest prince from that legend. All those connections made by Merida in the film later make it a great story for them to tell later.

It's all true: Elinor really runs the kingdom, and even Fergus himself knows that. They may be good at handling their own thing in terms of running it well, but since they are the king and queen, they should have an equal share in running it, not one more or less than the other person. So I like how you have him put on his crown after realizing that he does need to play more of a part in ruling the kingdom with Elinor. He may be more fun-loving and free-spirited, as a parent and as a parent, but as a ruler, he needs to really work with Elinor on doing this; she shouldn't have to handle the burden of ruling the kingdom on her own.

I see you put in this chapter a lot of what I've said or what we discussed yesterday, and I figured I helped a little with it. So thanks. :)
BalunStormhands Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013
Yes, you gave me the inspiration to finish exploring The Crowns of DunBroch, Fergus needed some love too. One of the big problems I saw with this family was how out of balance everything was. They realized that and needed to start work on finding a new dynamic so they could be the leadership the kingdom deserved and the strong family they showed themselves to be.

Fergus is the lord of clan Dunbroch and the king of the kingdom of Scotland, or whatever they call it in the movie, it isn't spelled out. He is pushing out of his comfort zone to find a new balance that allows the kingdom, the clan and his family to survive. They are at the beginning of the legends and they have a great story to tell.

I wrote this rather quickly so it has issues, but it was fun.
HAFanForever Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I already responded to your message on FF, but still, I like what you did with this, since you already talked about Merida and Elinor, and now having one for Fergus makes it complete. Now it makes me glad that I asked you about this entire story last night. :)
BalunStormhands Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013
Yeah, me too.
EnzoLuciano93 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Student Filmographer
BalunStormhands Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013
:facepalm: fixed
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