Greetings Readers! This is one of the (probably) few drabbles that you will read on here. I tend to go on too long to write many of them. I got the prompt from an excellent Merlin website called The Heart of Camelot.
I hope you like it!
Warnings: Friendship/Humor, Young Merlin moment at beginning
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, or any of its characters.
Ever since he was young, Merlin had loved climbing trees.
Hunith liked to tease him and blame the fact that she named him for a bird for his love of being high in trees. She occasionally suspected he'd used a spot of magic to literally fly up there, but she'd never caught him at it. A childhood of climbing them made him one of the fastest tree-scalers the kingdoms had ever known.
Which one would have supposed Arthur would have been grateful for, given the circumstances.
Of course, he wasn't.
"Merlin, would you hurry?"
Merlin only just managed to keep from bursting into laughter as he climbed up the tree, trying to get to where the prince was attempting, and failing, to look regal and dignified while dangling helplessly at the end of one of the branches. At the very end of the branches, a bright red shawl which was the cause for the whole fiasco was caught and blowing slightly in the breeze.
Of course, even though he was denying to everyone that prodded him about it (Merlin), Arthur could not resist any opportunity to show off his chivalry to Gwen. So when the shawl she'd been mending for Morgana had blown up and into a tree, he had stopped her from climbing up and offered to get it himself. This would have gone smoothly if not for two unforeseen factors.
The first was the armor that somehow got snagged onto the branches.
The second was the loud tearing noise that occurred when Arthur tried to pull himself free.
What made the whole thing worse was that Gwen wouldn't leave the bottom of the tree, being afraid that Arthur had somehow hurt himself. Merlin, having used magic to see up through the branches, knew better and was convulsing with silent laughter as he climbed up the tree.
"You're the one just hanging around, sire." Merlin snorted as he made his way up the tree.
Since he had to help Arthur with his armor everyday, Merlin quickly made short work of the problem…except for one glaring omission.
Arthur glared. "If it's not too much to ask of that small brain of yours, would you get me out of here?"
Merlin untied his neckerchief and held it out, smirking. Arthur rolled his eyes and groaned.
"You can't be serious."
Merlin was the first down out of the tree, Arthur following him closely for cover. Gwen peered out anxiously, trying to see if Arthur was all right as he handed her the shawl and stomped away.
It wasn't until he was walking away and she had to bit her lip hard to keep from laughing at the bright red patch of Merlin's handkerchief covering the torn hole of his trousers.
A/N: I have no shame. LOL.
Should I lengthen this, or is it good as is? Please let me know.
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