In The Line Of Duty

by Ice Girl on Fire

It was just supposed to be a normal hunting trip. But you know how troublesome they always turned out to be. Featuring Merlin, King Arthur, Sirs Gwaine, Lancelot, Percival, Leon and Elyan. Another one of those captivity fics. Magic-reveal if you want it to be.

16. Chapter 16

Once again, PadrePedro, you are my sole reason to keep on writing, thank you so much!

Possession of things is but an illusion, of which I have none that Merlin belongs to me.

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In The Line Of duty

Chapter 16

Merlin gave a long sigh and turned to Tyrion.

"I'm all done. He should be alright after a few day's of bed rest."

"When will he awake?" Tyrion asked.

"Uh... When the effect of the sleeping draught goes away. That would be by tomorrow morning, I think." Merlin answered reservedly.

"Alright boy, clear away all this. Put all the garbage in the barrel below this bed and the utensils back from where they came. You better wash it too."

Merlin cleaned up everything as best he could, putting the things he used back where they came from and salvaging his leftover medical supplies. The table had been moved back to its former position as he walked back to Arthur's bed. Folding Arthur's remaining clothing and arranging the armor neatly on the bed beside him, Merlin finally turned and stood to face Tyrion.

Merlin suddenly remembered his jacket and how cold it was in the dungeons. The man was now standing up and retrieving his axe.

"Can I please wash this jacket too?" Merlin asked carefully, grabbing his brown jacket from the floor beside the bed.

The man turned to him with the axe hefted on his shoulder. For a second, Merlin thought the man was just going to decapitate him by the look in his eyes, but Tyrion only turned golden eyes to his jacket that miraculously lost all trace of blood and dirt. Merlin sighed in relief but tensed as tight ropes of coarse fibre bound his hands in front of him once again.

'Oh no, now I can't wear my jacket', thought Merlin with a pinched look at the jacket stuck right in the midst of his rope-bound hands.

"Alright then, boy, come along and remember to shut that pretty mouth of yours."

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Merlin arranged the bags in such a way as to carry them easily and stuffed the dishes in some of the emptier ones. After he had hefted it all onto his shoulders, Arthur saying gaudily that he was the King when he politely asked him to carry some of the bags.

Merlin rolled his eyes at him and stumbled along a bit clumsily, trying not to trip. They went back the exact way they had come from and when they were about a couple of minutes away from where the knights were, a very strange thing happened.