queen of the druids

the signs as celtic goddesses
  • aries: flidais –
  • goddess of the woodlands and wild things. she is a shapeshifter and is associated with protection and wild animals.
  • taurus: druantia –
  • queen of the druids and goddess/mother of the tree calendar. symbolises protection, knowledge, passion, fertility, growth and forests.
  • gemini: brighid –
  • goddess of fire and water. she is immortalised by many springs and wells. brighid was so loved that she was made a saint when christianity became onset.
  • cancer: cyhiraeth –
  • goddess of streams. her scream foretells death. she is the queen of banshees.
  • leo: arianrhod –
  • goddess of time, karma and retribution. keeper of the silver wheel of stars, a symbol of time and karma.
  • virgo: cerridwen –
  • goddess of moon, grain and nature. she is the patron of poets and greatest of all the bards. she represents luck, inspiration, the arts and astrology/zodiac.
  • libra: don –
  • queen of the heavens and goddess of air and sea. rules over the land of the dead. symbolises control of the elements and the moon.
  • scorpio: morrigan –
  • queen of phantoms and goddess of sensuality, prophecy, revenge and magic. often appears as a raven or crow.
  • sagittarius: cailleach –
  • goddess of disease and plague. she is also known as the "veiled one". she resides in the afterworld realm where she receives the dead.
  • capricorn: creiddylad –
  • goddess of flowers and love. connected with the festival of beltane (a celtic festival celebrated on may day) and called the may queen.
  • aquarius: airmid –
  • goddess of healing, medicinal plants and keeper of the springs. regenerates the dead and brings them to life again.
  • pisces: caer ibormeith –
  • goddess of sleep and dreams. often takes the form of a swan. singer of the sweetest, most restful music ever heard on earth.
Highborne Ruins - Eldre’Thalas

Sidenote: The city has been spelled with the ‘t’ in ‘thalas’ both capitalized and lowercase. The importance of one or the other is unclear, however the spelling of Eldre’Thalas where it is capitalized seems to be the official one.

One of few royal cities in Azshara’s empire, Eldre’Thalas was built during her reign twelve thousand years ago to protect Queen Azshara’s most prized arcane secrets. This ranged from processing her most important demands to the safekeeping and storage of her precious tomes. Led by Prince Tortheldrin and Azshara’s greatest revered arcanists, the House of Shen’dralar, Eldre’thalas was established by expeditionary forces in the lush jungles of Feralas.

Eldre’thalas appears to have more of a druidic and naturalistic direction than many other Highborne cities of its age. Granted, all night elf cities were shaped in concert with nature and built with dozens of gardens, however Eldre’thalas has the touch of nature magic in its very existence. In addition to many elven statues, there are figurines of deer, bears, and owls. Eldre’thalas had an Ancient protector, Tendris Warpwood, whose very heart was inexorably entwined with the fate of the city. The official art of Eldre’thalas shows wandering treants, some of which inhabit the conservatory in the eastern wing and Milicent Serene, Highborne naturalist, created the Fruit of Fertility which protected Eldre’thalas and made it flourish. Eldre’thalas may, as a result of its unique direction, have been a useful location for the combined study of arcane and natural magics even before druids existed.


Eldre’thalas is a massive, multi-tiered sprawling expanse of gardens, districts, and corridors (sometimes hidden) that connect every part of the city. There are three official districts in addition to the central colosseum. The north and western districts, the Gordok Commons (named for the ogres that now inhabit it) and Capital Gardens respectively are connected to the Athenaeum, the library that serves as the very purpose of Eldre’thalas’ existence. The eastern district, the Warpwood Quarter exits through multiple passageways, such as Lariss Pavilion which opens up well outside the boundaries of the city.

In similar fashion to other decrepit Highborne cities, some areas of Eldre’thalas have been renamed in favor of their intruders. The Gordok Commons and Warpwood Quarter were claimed by outsiders and likely no longer sport their original names (although the Warpwood Quarter may have been named for Eldre’thalas’ protector, Tendris Warpwood). The function of the northern district is unclear, but the eastern district has a conservatory, a pool (either for bathing or as a moonwell, perhaps), and the Shrine of Eldretharr. The western district, the Capital Gardens, was likely a great place for socialization. It’s dominated by a massive garden and plethora of benches which make up the Court of the Highborne.

The Athenaeum

The Athenaeum is indisputably the most valuable part of Eldre’thalas. It is the library that holds much of Queen Azshara’s tomes in addition to compendiums detailing the known history of Azeroth. It may also be a place of science, considering the Highborne armillary sphere on display. It shares its model with the Highborne Astrolabe, however it looks like an armillary sphere which is a model of the celestial globe.

All books stored in the Athenaeum are protected with the Mark of the Athenaeum which prevents any unauthorized viewings. Even if one were to break the seal, it is implied that only people with the “requisite intellect to consume the knowledge” can read the sacred books. This may just mean that it depends on the reader’s skill level and has nothing to do with one’s magical aptitude.

The books are arranged according to the Dewey Decimal System.


The same prefix, “Eldreth” shows up in regards to Eldre’thalas many times. Eldreth Row and the Shrine of Eldretharr are subzones of the massive city. Ghostly inhabitants are called “Eldreth Sorcerers”. It is likely some Darnassian word with an unknown meaning, however ‘thalas’ alone translates to kingdom. In the translation of Eldre’thalas, ‘Eldre’ would then be its own word, meaning that Eldreth, at least where the name of the city is concerned, does not apply.

Eldreth could be a name for the inhabitants, similar to how people who live in America are called Americans. It could simultaneously be a word used to denote things that are “Eldre’thalas” in design, like how one will refer to certain items as “American”. Eldre’thalas is inhabited by the Shen’dralar, however they are not a race so much as they are a house: the House of Shen’dralar. This may have been Prince Tortheldrin’s royal house, which would include his servants and most loyal followers. The Eldreth, in this case, would be the lower caste civilians of the city, later to be sacrificed by the Shen’dralar in order to prolong their lives after the Sundering. That would explain why any living Highborne from Eldre’thalas never call themselves Eldreth, but instead Shen’dralar.

Merlin x Reader: Surprise

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“Well lookie here, boys,” You moved into a defensive stance as the bandit leered at you.  “Looks like we found ourselves a little forest nymph.”  His lackeys cackled.  “What’s your name, gorgeous?”  He took a step closer.  You responded by stepping back.  He raised an eyebrow.  “Not telling, eh?” His eyes scanned your form before landing on your collarbone.  His eyes widened and you mentally cursed yourself as you tugged your cloak forward so it covered you completely.  “A druid mark?”  The look on your face said it all.  A sickening grin spread across his face.  “Little far from home, aren’t you, missy?”  One of his followers stepped forward and whispered something in his ear.  The leader’s eyebrows widened and he looked at you again.  “Well considering you’re here, it looks like you haven’t heard.”  You face remained stony.  “Camelot’s offering a reward for any druids brought to court.  The news made your blood boil.  Your people were scared to leave their dwellings for this exact reason, and you had finally had enough.  “So like it or not, you’re coming with us.”  He reached towards you menacingly.  Reacting quickly, you grabbed the man’s wrist, twisted his arm behind his back, and kicked him.  He hit the ground with a loud thud.

“Sorry, but that’s not going to happen,” You said as you flicked some hair out of your eyes.  The bandit stood up and brushed the dirt of his tunic angrily. 

“Oh, you’re going to regret that, missy.”  He seethed as he took out a pair of daggers the same time as his posse revealed all of theirs.  You took your staff from here it was strapped to your back, never taking your eyes off the men.  The air was silent.  Nothing moved.  Then the first man lunged towards you with a loud cry.  You threw your staff up, deflecting his weapons and throwing him off balance.  He staggered back, his face burning.  His face twisted into an angry mask and he whirled to face his men.  “Well don’t just stand there!”  He jabbed a finger in your direction.  “Get her!”  The men turned to you with similar snarls on their faces.  You hefted your staff and braced yourself.

“Stop!”  Someone shouted.  Everyone froze and looked around for the owner of the voice.

“Up there!”  One of the bandits pointed up. You followed his finger and saw a legion of Camelot’s knights watching you.  “No one move!” They turned their mounts and rode to the mouth of the valley.  The men all looked at each other before taking off.  They were long gone before the knights made it to your position.

“You!”  The one you recognized and King Arthur demanded.  “Where did they go?”  You jabbed a finger in the direction they had fled.  Arthur waved his hand and five knights rode past you in that direction.  You avoided looking at Mordred, slightly saddened that he would forsake his roots.  Arthur dismounted and walked over to you.  “What is your name, and what are you doing so close to our borders.”

“Your Highness, you wound me!  I was under the impression I was expected.”  Seeing that he didn’t understand, you shrugged off your cloak, revealing your tattoo.  You dipped into a curtsey.  “Queen Y/N of the Forest Druids.”  He still had a dumbfounded look on his face.  “I was coming to meet with the King and discuss our people.”  Arthur raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve made arrangements for such a meeting.”

“Oh,” You laughed.  “Not you.” He gave you an odd look.  “I meant the Druid King.”

“There’s a Druid King?”  You turned to look at Merlin, who had remained silent during the exchange.

“You never told him?” Merlin shrugged as he tried to come up with a response.

“Tell me…what?”  Arthur turned to Merlin. 

“Yes, Merlin, what are you going to tell him?”  You played innocent and he glared at you.

“You’re cold, N/N.”  You gave him an innocent look.

“Well, out with it, Merlin!”

“Y/N’s my wife.”  He blurted out suddenly.  Your eyes widened.  Well that was…blunt.

“I’m sorry, what?!” Arthur looked between the two of you.  “You…You’re married?!”

“Yes.”  You said simply.  “And if I’m the Druid Queen, that that makes him…”  You helped him along.

“The Druid King.”   He went silent for a moment, before taking a step towards Merlin and giving him a smart rap on the head.  “Why didn’t you tell me, Merlin?!  Don’t you think that’s something you should’ve told me!”  Before you could intervene, the knights returned.  The one with long black hair swung down with a grin on his face. 

“We got them; Mordred’s taking them to the cells.” He told Arthur before turning to you.  “You’re safe now.”  You looked at Merlin, who just shrugged again.  “May I ask the lovely lady’s name?”

“Okay.”  You told him.  He blanked for a few moments. 

“…What’s your name?”  He asked awkwardly after a few moments. 


“Well, Y/N.  I’m Gwaine.”  He said as he produced a flower out of nowhere and handed it to you with a flourish.  You stepped back and held your hands out. 

“No thank you.”

“Oh, come now, don’t be shy.”  He persuaded.

“If I show you why I’m saying no, you’ll feel like an ass.  Would you like to know why I’m saying no?”  Gwaine thought for a moment with a confident grin on his face. 

“Sure,” You cocked an eyebrow in response to his smirk. 

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”  Without waiting for a response, you walked over to Merlin, grabbed him by the kerchief around his neck, and pulled his mouth to yours.  He stiffened for a moment, before relaxing and loosely wrapping his arms around your waist.  When you pulled back and looked at your audience, their eyes were wide and their jaws were slack.  “This is my husband.”  You said simply.  Gwaine’s face flared up and he awkwardly dropped the flower he was holding.  The knights burst out laughing.  Arthur cleared his throat and the commotion settled.

“Well considering the sun will set in,” He looked up. “Three quarters of an hour, it would be remiss of me if I didn’t offer you and your…your husband,” He gave Merlin another weird look.  “A place to stay for the night. 

“That’s very kind of you, Your Majesty.  Thank you.”  You curtseyed.  You mounted Merlin’s horse behind him, and he turned his horse as you followed the convoy back to Camelot.

“You got me in trouble, you know.”  He said after a few minutes of silence.

“Oh don’t worry, you actually have rank now.  Use it.”  He laughed.

“Somehow I don’t think that will make a difference.”

Well, we’ll find out when we get there, won’t we?”  He removed one hand from the reins and lowered it to cover where your hands were clasped around his waist.

“Yes we will.”

Thanks to the two anons that requested this one!


Witchy Inspiration of the Day: Druantia 

Druantia is the Celtic Goddess of trees and fertility. Her names derives from the Indo-European root “deru” meaning tree or wood. Also called the Queen of the Druids, Druantia is associated with the fertility of both plants and humans, ruling over sex and passion. She is a triple Goddess of fir trees. She is credited with the creation of the Celtic tree calendar, which divides the year into 13 months that correspond to the cycles of the moon. Druantia is often seen as the eternal, wise, and knowledgeable mother, the one who guides the seeker to their truth path as She instructs and teaches the sacred ways of the forest. She carries the ‘green magic’. She symbolizes protection, knowledge, creativity, and growth. Her feast day was Beltane.

Merlin x Reader: Surprise Part 2

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Now, you’d be lying if you said you’d thought your meeting with King Uther would go well.

But this was ridiculous.

You sighed in exasperation as soldiers filed out from all corners of the citadel, drawing their swords and pointing them at you.  “What is the meaning of this?” Arthur shouted as he dismounted.  King Uther himself strode out.  

“That is Queen Y/N of the druids!” Uther shouted.  “She is not to be trusted.”   Merlin moved to dismount, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve got this.”  You dismounted as gracefully as you could.  “Your Majesty,” You began.  “I come bearing no ill will towards you or your kingdom.  I come in hopes of forging a peace treaty between our people.  

“I will not speak with the queen of demons.” The words stung, and you glared at Uther.

“How about the King?” An arm wrapped around your shoulders, and you looked up to see Merlin staring at Uther coolly.  Uther was shocked.  His face was white, but anger quickly darkened the colour.  

“You dare hide in my castle, under my very nose?”  Uther drew the sword hanging at his waist and ran towards the two of you.  Yours and Merlin’s eyes flashed.  Merlin ripped the sword from Uther’s grip, and you threw him back.  Arthur ran to his father.  “They attacked me!” Uther roared.

“In all fairness, you attacked them.” Arthur reminded his father.  “And I want to listen to what they have to say.  It could bring a new era of peace.  I know we’ve never accepted magic, but if there’s even a chance of bringing harmony to our land, we should jump at the opportunity!”  Uther looked like he wanted to argue, but he couldn’t deny the logic of his son.  He sighed in reluctant defeat.

“Fine,” He ground out.  He stood up and began to walk away.  “Show the king and queen to their chambers.” He disappeared into the castle.  You and Merlin sighed in relief and allowed the knights to take you to your rooms.

You flopped onto the bed and you sighed, feeling the tension leave your body for the first time in weeks.  “That comfortable?” Merlin asked in amusement.  You hummed, smiling up at him and holding your hand out.  Merlin grinned, took your hand, and allowed you to tug him down next to you.  He groaned and slung an arm around you, pulling you close.  “I missed you,” He kissed your temple lightly.  You smiled and snuggled into his chest.

“Me too.” You mumbled.  You were both silent for a moment, until you spoke up again.  “Do you think Uther will listen to us?”  He sighed.

“I don’t know,” He told you truthfully.  “But whatever happens, we’ll know that we tried.  And as long as we protect our people, we will be fine.”  He finished.  You smiled, leaning up to kiss his chin.  

“You’re a wonderful King.” You told him.

“I’m nothing without my Queen,” He smiled.  You felt your heart squeeze and you wrapped your hand around his neck, tugging him down to kiss you.  He grinned into the kiss and held you tighter.  When you pulled back, you both lay there in each other’s embrace, simply enjoying being in each other’s presence.

Sadly, the moment of peace didn’t last wrong.

Knuckles pounded against the door.  “Your Highnesses!” Someone called through the door.  “The King will see you now!”  You sighed and looked up at Merlin, who smiled at you reassuringly.  With one last kiss, you intertwined your fingers and walked out the door, ready to fight for your people.  

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“The Queen of Air and Darkness tilted back her head and laughed. A more ghastly sound I hope never to hear. ‘Do you think I care about these trifles?’” ― Stephen R. Lawhea

With this crown, I name you, Morgan, first queen of Britain” ―  Camelot (starz)

“…how can I speak with authority to Queen Morgaine of the Fairies? “ ― The Mists of Avalon 

“Some people are just born to be Queen” – Merlin BBC

As queen, I was expected to hold court twice a week in the town hall near my home. Once for the local kingdom affairs, the other was England’s affairs. Governors were sent back and forth to each kingdom with news and policies. “ ― Morgan

“I castled my king to get him out of check. Stupid, timid king. Queen , knights, druids, men-at-arms all devoted to protecting him and fighting his battles — for what purpose?”  ― I am Morgan le Fay

“it seems not only do you have Lance and Arthur in the palm of your hand, but the whole kingdom,’ Gwen said, her tears now starting to dry up. ’They all wish you were their queen and not I.’ “ ― Morgan

“I am the Queen Morgan le Fay, queen of the land of Gore” – Le Morte d’Arthur

“Ten days later, King Arthur, with his sister, Queen Morgaine, and her husband, Uriens of Wales, set forth to ride to Tintagel.”  ― The Mists of Avalon

It didn’t matter now what power the queen had. The game was over when the king went down.”  ― I am Morgan le Fay 

Would I never be a queen like my mother? ―  Morgan

“Now I understand you well,’ said Accolon, ‘I shall hold that I have promised her now I have the sword. When saw ye my lady Queen Morgan le Fay?”  – Le Morte d’Arthur

“The realm must know its first Queen” – Camelot (starz)  

“It was time for Morgan of the woods to be left behind, and return as the queen I should be.” ―  Morgan

turíαnfєtísh’s thє wítchєr drєαmcαst: mєrчєm uzєrlí αs tríss mєrígσld

“She slipped the fur cape from her shoulders, removed her fox-fur hat and, with a swift movement of the head, tousled her hair – long, full locks the colour of fresh chestnuts, with a sheen of gold, her pride and identifying characteristic. (…) Beautiful, long, loose hair was a rarity, an indication of a woman’s position, her status, the sign of a free woman, a woman who belonged to herself. The sign of an unusual woman – because ‘normal’ maidens wore their hair in plaits, 'normal’ married women hid theirs beneath a caul or a coif. Women of high birth, including queens, curled their hair and styled it. Warriors cut it short. Only druids and magicians – and whores – wore their hair naturally so as to emphasise their independence and freedom.”