a/n: I'm warning you now that this fic will be rather ridiculous. I believe they call them crack!fics. So please don't take me too seriously. Enjoy.
Gaius sighed with exasperation. Oh, they had better have a good explanation for this. How in the name of Camelot had Merlin, five knights, and King Arthur himself, ended up stuck in an abandoned hunting trap in the middle of the woods? He harrumphed in annoyance as he packed up his kit and headed out to the stables. As he rode out of front gates, following Guinevere to the scene of the incident, the physician prepared a lecture that the boys would never forget.
One Day Earlier:
Ordinarily Merlin's propensity to trip on things was merely an inconvenience, but this was getting ridiculous. Arthur was sure he had stopped a hundred times today to wait for his manservant to pick himself up off the forest floor or untangle himself from brambles. In fact, if he had to wait for Merlin one more time he swore he would ––a gigantic crash from behind him broke into his frustrated thoughts.
"Merlin!" he shouted, without bothering to turn around. "Is it in any way possible for you to use a little more of your clearly limited mind to watch where you're going?
There was no answer.
"Merlin?"
The King turned and was surprised to find that his servant was nowhere to be seen. He glanced around and saw nothing except a hole in the ground surrounded by leaves. Wait. There was also one of his packs on the ground next to the hole. One that Merlin had been carrying. Merlin probably fell in. His guess was confirmed when a slightly muffled voice asked "Where did the woods go?"
"You fell into a hunting trap, you cabbage-head! Can you climb back up?"
"No. The walls are too steep."
"Fantastic. I'll have to rescue you."
Arthur stepped closer and looked over the edge at Merlin. The pit trap had to be nearly fifteen feet deep and at least five feet across. Merlin was lucky he hadn't broken his neck falling that far. As Arthur stood on the edge, considering the best way to get his friend out, the edge of the hole, eroded as it was, crumbled away under his foot.
CRASH!
Luckily for Arthur, Merlin cushioned his fall.
Once they were disentangled from each other, the men realized their predicament.
"Great," said Merlin. "Just great. Given the size of the woods, and the relative invisibility of pit traps, how long do you think it will be before someone finds us?"