Merlin poured hot water into a chipped tea mug. He dropped a few drops of soap into the water. He stirred the water until foamy bubbles appear. He laid a small piece of cloth on the handle. He placed a toothbrush in the water. Silently, he laid out a miniature doll dress, underclothes, and shoes.
"Gwen, your bath is ready," Merlin called. She was way easier than Arthur. Her voice was still too low to understand. However, his fingers contained several bruises from kicks and scratches. Mini Gwen was quite the Hellraiser. She moaned; and stomped her feet at Merlin.
Merlin promised to discover a spell to break the enchantment. Actually, Merlin couldn't remember what words that he used to shrink Gwen. He was so nervous. He just wanted to save her.
Merlin laughed at Bob, who laid on his back with his feet in the air. His sticky tongue touched the floor. Bob loved his Mini Mother because he was able to knock over things; steal food; and cause mayhem in Gauis and Merlin's apartment. He was so naughty. Merlin couldn't control Bob, dragonlord or not. Bob was controlled by Gwen, and the little dragon was loopy without a full sized mother.
Merlin waved his hands in frustration. Forget Bob. Arthur was loopy with Mini Gwen. He gave him dark looks, and muttered threats. Elyan viewed him with sad eyes. Gawain, faithful, loyal Gawain said,"It will work out."
Merlin spotted Gwen out of the corner of his eye. He pulled from Bob from the air as he ate a piece of sausage. He walked to look over the town, so Gwen could bathe in private.
Gwen felt guilty as she watched Merlin stomp towards the window. He was a good friend, and he didn't deserve her anger. Yes, she wasn't bigger than thumb. He dressed her in doll clothing. Yet, she bathed twice a day. Merlin fed her delicious food. She guessed that he stole part of Arthur's meals. Merlin brushed her hair daily. He actually tried to braid her hair.
Merlin put his hand on the table, and he allowed Gwen to walk up his arm until she reached his shoulder. She clung to his ears and spun around. Gwen was helpful to Merlin. Gwen went everywhere with Merlin tucked away in his pocket. She would perch on his shoulder and give Arthur disapproving looks when he yelled at or bullied Merlin. Her beloved Prince would fluster or blush when tiny Gwen shook a barely visible finger.
Gwen climbed into her teacup bath. It smelled like roses. Things could be worse.
Gwen hung to the side of Merlin's pocket. She flicked biscuit crumbs out as he jogged to Arthur's chamber. Merlin liked having Mini Gwen around his chamber. He couldn't understand her squeaking, but she made sure that he was on time.
Gwen smiled when Merlin rushed into Arthur's chamber. She learned over the last few days that Merlin never knocked. He just walked into Arthur's chamber. He was usually breathless. Arthur stood in his sleeping pants. His blonde hair mussed from a deep sleep. His bare feet slapped against a cold stone floor. Gwen blushed, and hid deep into Merlin's pocket. She couldn't see Arthur in such a manner. Gwen snuck under a wrinkled handkerchief. She listened to Merlin pouring water for Arthur's bath. Gwen's brown eyes widened. We can't stay for this. Oh, my dear!
Arthur realized something was terribly wrong with Guinevere, besides, the obvious that she was smaller than his hand. He sliced a piece of apple into tiny pieces and pushed them to the edge of his late. Shyly, she walked over and grabbed a bit of apple bites. His blue eyes watched her nibble on sliced apple. He liked having Mini Guinevere around. She could stay in Camelot. He could see her daily. She wasn't babying that dragon. If Lancelot ever returned, he would just stick Guinevere into his pocket.
He laid his palm on the table. Gwen smiled as him as she climbed on his hand. He raised his hand until she was eye level. His thumb stroked her dark hair softly. Gwen kissed his thumb. Arthur leaned back into his chair. He placed Gwen on his chest. She curled into a ball and fell asleep. Arthur closed his eyes for a few moments.
Morgana fumed over her nasty stringy mouth. She knew was to blame, Merlin. He was always meddling and interfering in her plans. She would teach him a thing or two. A long finger tapped a small cauldron on her table. Her eyes glowed amber as her mouth moved quickly. A small smiled curved her face. One drop would make his large ears grown whenever he sued magic. She would teach him a valuable less.
A/N: Dumbo Merlin! Igraine has to pay for using magic to help Arthur. We get a bit of the snow Queen. Let me know if I have missed any fairy tales. I need to do Snow White, Snow Princess, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, and Rapunzel. I've cove red Thumbelina, Cinderella, Little Red Riding hood, and a bit of Hansel and Gretel.