Getting his father's knife reforged was meant to leave him out of pocket, not with a bounty hunter's prize slumbering in his arms with a fistful of his coat. Close to five years without unnecessary human contact, and now this? Balinor swallowed, and huffed to himself. What sort of idiot was he? What was he supposed to do with a tiny, hungry, possibly traumatised child?
Rated: T - English - Family/Friendship - Chapters: 16 - Words: 78,014 - Reviews: 143 - Favs: 456 - Follows: 224 - Updated: 12/11/2015 - Published: 7/31/2015 - Balinor, Merlin - Complete