Hey guys! How are you? Do you still like it? :D Here is Chapter 11! I don't own merlin.
Gwaine broke out into laughter. Lancelot was trying not to laugh, but unfortunately it failed. Even Freya had to hold back a grin. Leon and Percival tried not to look at him. The group was earlier that day waiting at the city gate for Merlin to come with the clothing for Heas and Kea. Now he stood in front of them under the flour and totally soaked, but he had the bunch of clothes, dry and clean. "Merlin? How on earth?" Arthur said with a wide grin.
"I don't want to talk about it." He grumbled. He had been on his way to the tailor, when he saw a stall with fresh bread. He wanted to grab a small bun, but the saleswoman threw a bucket of water all over him. Because of the scare he had lost his balance and fallen. He ended up in a big sack of flour.
Merlin trudged over to Heas and Kea and handed them the clothes. They nodded as thanks. When the druids had changed clothes, the group walked to the front gate of the castle. Freya walked over to Merlin and wiped the flour from his face. He smiled at her.
"Hello father." Arthur said, when he entered the kings chambers. Uther turned to face his son.
"Ah, good to see you again, how'd it go? Do you have any news?" The king said. Arthur nodded. He frowned.
"Yes father, It's about Nimueh." He said. Uther's eyes widened.
Sorry this is a short chapter. :) please review.