Hello, and welcome to my Merlin advent calender! One little ficlet for every day up until Christmas, ranging from humour to angst to romance to down-right stupid, all focusing on the Camelot residents as they prepare for Christmas.
Please enjoy, review - and huge thanks to Rosewalker22 from the Merlin TV Show fansite for the idea!
"I'm sick of rain," Arthur grumbled, pulling off one boot.
Merlin took the boot from him, and when Arthur wasn't looking, tossed it into a corner. "Well, it's good for the plants," he said cheerfully.
Arthur chucked his other boot at him. "Not when they drown, Merlin."
Merlin ducked out of the way sharply, shrugging as he straightened up. "It's not raining that much," he protested truthfully - if Arthur stepped in a puddle, the prince counted that as flooding. And that was what had happened earlier, hence the reason Arthur had removed his boots.
Arthur leaned against the bedpost, folding his arms over his chest. "It's too much for me, especially now it's winter." A slow grin crept on his face. "You know what I'd love?"
"What?"
Arthur gestured in the direction of the window. "Snow, Merlin." His grin broadened. "I'd love it if this rain turned to snow."
Merlin glanced out the window. "Well, it's actually pretty much like sleet now."
Arthur sighed happily. "I bet I could beat you in a snowball fight."
Merlin raised his eyebrows. "Really?" he asked. "I actually think I'm pretty good myself. I always used to beat Will." He paused, remembering his old friend.
Arthur noticed the pause too. He sprang up and punched his manservant lightly on the arm. "I could take you anyday," he teased.
Merlin shook his head, returning the smile. "Nah, I reckon I could."
"You're on then."
"Just one thing," Merlin reminded the prince. He pointed towards the window. "It's not snow..." His voice died away as he he noticed the change in the weather. Big, feathery white flakes drifted on the other side of the glass.
Arthur bounded over to the window, flinging it open and leaning out. "Brilliant!" He exclaimed. He turned towards his servant, the white flakes having settled on his dark shirt, and less noticably on his blond hair. "If this keeps up, we're having our fight tomorrow."
Merlin couldn't help grinning in reply.