Characters: OC
Notes: I wrote this as a comment fic and thought I'd try and expand it. But I liked it too much the way it was so here it is, unchanged. I also liked that it's dialogue only. A bit of something different for me.
Word count: 221
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No credits have changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
"It is a dragon, a dragon I tell you."
"Is it huge and ferocious and breathing fire?"
"No, silly, it is about a foot high and hiding in my cupboards. Poor thing. Scared and making little crying noises like it was missing its mother."
"Oh, the wee baby. I bet it's hungry and tired and oh so scared. Let's raid the kitchen and feed it scraps. And then later we'll give it a nice soft bed and sing lullabies to it and call it Fred."
"Fred? That's a stupid name!"
"Well, I'd like to hear a better one. If it were up to you, I bet you'd call it Sir Hethelthorn of Rosings Way, Grand High Poobah of Lower Camelot."
"Well, at least it would be better than Fred."
"We can argue about it later. First we find it a place to stay and then I'm sure he'll be a great help carrying messages and lighting the candles in the great hall and making cute little cooing sounds as Fred, I mean Sir Hethelthorn, falls asleep."
"Just don't tell Merlin about it. He's so soft-hearted that he'd probably go on a mission to find Fred's mother and then where would we be? Without a little wee dragon of our very own."
And that's how dragons came to be accepted in Camelot.