A/N- Another Merlin drabble! I'm so excited for this one, guys. I had a lot of fun writing this. Most of my drabbles will be about this length, but I have a tendency to go over board so future drabbles may be longer. Whatever, though. The longer, the better!
Disclaimer: If I owned Merlin do you think I'd be writing this?
Summary: Uther insanity finally shows.
"Stop!"
The knights automatically halted their horses in their tracks and looked up ahead at their king. The man had his fist raised and his eyes scrutinized his surroundings carefully.
"There's something wrong."
Arthur rolled his eyes from where he sat and glanced back at his servant. Merlin looked half dead on his horse. His face pressed into the horses mane and soft snores could be heard. Never mind, then. He was dead asleep. "Father, we've been ridding all night. Is there something you wanted to show us?"
Uther ignored his son. Instead, he proceed to swing his leg over and step off his horse.
'A simple yes would do,' Arthur thought. With reluctance, he followed the king suit. The other men dismounted as well.
The king stood on the path with his legs down in a crouch and his eyes looking each way warily. Some of the knights held stupid grins on their face. Arthur stopped them with a glare.
"The trees . . ." the king whispered.
"What?"
"How could I have not noticed before?" Uther dashed towards the nearest tree and put his face up close to it. "It's so obvious!"
"Father, forgive me, but what are you talking about?"
The king turned. "I'm more ignorant then a child. It has been staring at us right in the face the entire time."
Arthur was beginning to worry about his father. Indeed, the man seemed delusional. "I'm not quite sure I understand-"
"Stay back!" he cried. Arthur, who'd taken a step forward, halted immediately. "They are not be trifled with, Arthur. One more step could kill us all."
"Father, um . . . Are you feeling well?"
Uther paid no heed. He circled the tree and eyed it carefully . . . For goodness sakes, he was glaring at a tree! "I know of them all too well. I'd recognize them anywhere."
"What? What do you recognize?"
Uther Pendragon turned with a flurish of his cloak and gazed at his men with the power and determinate of a true king. With one gloved hand, he pointed to the tree and announced with the utmost seriousness.
"This tree . . . Is a sorcerer!"
Merlin burst out laughing and fell off his horse.