A/N- hello all
Merlin groaned, his head was pounding he tried to move his arms. Frowning he cracked an eyelid, his hands were tied behind his back and he was lying face down in the dirt. This was not going to be good, he tried to roll over but a foot was firmly placed in the center of his back.
"Don't move," A deep rumbly voice said.
Another man with a large scar on his left cheek bent down close to Merlin's ear. "You're going to tell us where that little slave girl wench is." He hissed.
Merlin opened the other eye, oh this was worse than bad-this was terrible! "I-I, don't know what you're talking about." He insisted.
The man standing above him gave him a kick.
The man with the scar leaned in, "we know your lying," he chuckled. Pressing a knife to his neck he said, "Now tell us where she is." He spat.
Merlin wiggled under the knife's pressure, he was in so much trouble. "Um well you see," he started. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this.
"I want answers," he hissed pressing the knife even harder.
Suddenly there was a shout and Gwaine appeared, sword held high above his head. The large man turned and pulled his sword on Gwaine. Another knight appeared and slashed at the man with the scar. Merlin rolled over and got to his knees, Gwaine suddenly appeared at his side. He slashed the rope, "good to see you friend."
"How did you find me?" He asked standing.
"We found you friend," he said 'friend' like a question.
"Harper," Merlin smiled. "Good, is she ok?"
"She twisted her ankle but she'll be ok."
"Um, a little help here!" Sir Gordon shouted from atop the man's back.
Gwaine turned, "oh right, sorry," he called. Swinging his sword he knocked the man with a scar unconscious. "OK let's go," he said grinning.
A/N- alright Gwaine to the rescue! Hope your day was swell, mine was busy. You know that plan I had about sleeping and watching movies- hasn't really happened. But I've been having fun, hope you have been too .