A/N Hey guys, this is really weird for me, actually posting something up here! Usually I am just someone who loves to read everything up here instead of actually posting the things I have written.
So I decided to post this because recently DHP and I have moved from Singapore to different places in the wonderful country of Australia! However this means that we haven't been in touch as much as we like, so this is just for the fun times!
Seriously, I think we started writing this over Facebook messages at least 3 years ago or something. We had a basic idea, then we had to write roughly 1000 words of what we thought would happen next! Even though it was years ago, I'm not going to change any of what's already in the chapters, that would take away the point of putting it up.
Of course, that means that this is not our most in-depth work, but we had fun writing it :)
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the Merlin characters from any legends or movies, but specifically the amazing BBC television series – much to our dismay, as otherwise I believe that much manipulation would have taken place *wink*.
Merlin rode as fast and hard as he could. He had to find Gwaine and Lancelot. He had ridden south, knowing that was where Gwaine went. He had asked all the villages he'd past if they knew of him. Obviously they had, as the mixture of giggles and sour looks turned him farther south-west, towards the border of Mercia. Merlin had also asked after Lancelot, he had come by around a year ago and had said he was travelling to Mercia. Thankfully Lancelot had kept to his plan in traveling to the Kingdom of Bayard.
As Merlin finally rode his panting and sweating horse into the village of Darvena, Merlin could hear a tavern fight nearby. The warlock sighed; he now knew where Gwaine was.
Tying his horse up, Merlin ran into the tavern and just barely ducked in time to dodge the cup that came flying at his head. Someone stumbled into the boy and a head of brown, curly locks was raised to reveal a mirth filled - and alcohol filled - smiling face of none other, but dear old Gwaine himself. With a sigh, Merlin began pulling the man out of the tavern, voicing his exact thoughts on the manner he had found his friend in. "Honestly, Gwaine, how come I can always follow the sounds of a tavern brawl and find you in the thick of it? Come on, let's go. I need you now."
That seemed to sober the hidden nobleman up somewhat. "Not yet Merlin, we need to bring the girls." The man's clumsy finger indicated to two girls of about 16 years of age in the thick of the brawl. The sorcerer seriously considered using magic to help the two ladies out until he saw the one with locks of curling chocolate and golden skin punch two guys lights out and using an ale mug to break the nose of another. Switching his gaze to the girl with straight strawberry blonde hair that fell to her the top of her thighs, he watched as she kicked up and her skirts (more flexible than one would have thought) fanned around the leg that kicked the 6 foot something man's head straight on. Impressive for a girl of 5'6".
"They look like they could hold their own, Gwaine. I'm serious; we need to go *now*!"
"No. They're travellers. They were travelling with their older brothers before they decided to settle down here. They're like me and didn't have any money, so the girls had to work here while the boys found jobs elsewhere - then gambled away whatever money they earned. Since, for some ungodly reason," Gwaine continued in mock shock. "They weren't making any money, the boys decided to sell the girls to the locals bandits for good prices and get them good favours." Merlin glowered, wondering which of the unconscious men on the floor were their brothers. "I decided to lend them a hand, maybe pick up some companions."
A sly grin crept onto Merlin's face. "What's this Gwaine? Getting soft in your older age? The life of a lone rogue no longer appealing to you anymore? Or even - heaven forbid - making you willing to settle down?" Then he realised why he'd come here and cut his friend off before the older man could get a word in. "Never mind, I need you. Arthur needs you."
"What? What's wrong with Arthur?" Merlin shook his head,here was not the place to tell him. Then there was a scream, one of the men had pulled out a knife and cut the laces on the bodice that kept the blonde's dress up. She clutched the fabric to herself as the bandit poised the knife to called on his magic, he needed to save the girl and do it quickly. He aimed the power swirling deep inside of him towards the rope of one of the tavern's high-lights (a cheaper, tackier version of the chandeliers he had seen in Camelot, a cheap mix-match of wood with the candle wax melted into the wood), as it swung above the bandits head. However as his magic unfurled, the chocolate-haired girl grabbed the man's arms, twisted them and broke them over her knee before he could so much as take another breath. It was only then that the high-light fell and smashed over the bandit's head, knocking him out cold.
Gwaine - who was leaning heavily on Merlin - looked up with a goofy grin as he eyed the roof where the rope had snapped. "Lucky that, eh Merlin?" Gods, how did he get so drunk? Merlin winced as the smell of alcohol clouded his friend's breath and everything it went near. As his face turned away from the rancid smell, his gaze was drawn to the suspicious, narrowed eyed looks the two girls were giving the high-light, rope from which it fell and then examining the room. When the girl's gazes fell upon Merlin himself, reeling away from his stupidly grinning friend who was sagged against his shoulder, their faces broke out into grins.
Gwaine, disappointed from the lack of attention he was getting from his friend, followed his gaze to the two girls. His full pout turned into a dazzling grin. The golden skin girl cocked an eyebrow while the blonde rolled her eyes and made an effort to subtly keep her dress in one piece. "Beauties, aren't they?" Gwaine murmured to Merlin. "Come on girls! Are you coming with us? Or you gonna stick around for this lot to wake up?" With a glare at his cheek, both girls followed their allies out the tavern door.
Merlin had lost hold of Gwaine and he went running ahead, blinking rapidly as the figure disappeared around the corner, Merlin found him pulling something from his saddle pack. Rolling his eyes, the younger man went to go fetch his own horse.
The blonde walked confidently through the village, as if her holding her dress tightly to her was a normal occurrence for every woman in the town to take part in, while her friend glared fiercely at those who made snide remarks or gestures towards her closest friend and unofficial sister. As they passed the traveler they had met, Gwaine, he called out to them. Spinning around, the blonde glared ice while the level-headed brunette watched in some amusement. The handsome traveller dangled a cloak in front of him, teasing the blonde into taking it. Growling at him, the brunette had to cough to cover up the laughter. He was drunk! Couldn't she see that? Snatching the garment away from him, the smaller of the two stomped away to their temporary lodgings.
"What has a fella like you, got with my friend?" The brunette demanded, though amusement sparked her eye. He swung his head around, hair flipping as he did so (making the chocolate haired girl snort), to look at her. A sly grin crept onto his face.
"I used to be into golden skinned, curly, chocolate haired maidens, but after three refusals of my interest, I decided to switch my interest. I have found it quite appealing. Though I am sorry I made my choice *before* I met such a lady as you." Gwaine finished his poet's speech with a courtesan's flourish. Merlin came up behind them leading his horse. He looked... stressed, worried. Maybe even terrified.
"Gwaine, I'm sorry, but we need to go *now*!"
"Honestly, Merlin? What *is* the rush?" Two woeful sapphire eyes focused on the hazy brown eyes that belonged to a dreamer.
"Arthur's been kidnapped."
Ta-da! That was the first little bit that one of us wrote :) As I said, this was purely for fun as we set ourselves in the magical world of Merlin (the babe).
I have never put anything up before, so this should be interesting. I hope you guys find our adventures as awesome and yet funny as we did when writing them. Remember, we were rather obsessed ;)
Let me know what you think…
P.s. DHP, I miss you 3 you'll always be my sister xx