Author's Note: Thank you to all who read my drabbles! It means a lot (especially if you are reading this right now). Peace! ~ Vienna
Characters/Pairings: Gwaine, Elyan, Gauis
Rating/Warnings: K
Genre: Gen (mostly fluff)
Universe: Canon
Word Count: 200
The Chains that Bind Us
Sir Gwaine yanked on the chains, hoping that by some force, they would break apart. Elyan sighed. "Gwaine, it's no use. Those chains were forged of some foreign metal, stronger than anything I've ever seen. And that's saying something, considering I'm the son of a blacksmith."
"Elyan is right, Gwaine. Save your strength. You're going to need it if Morgana is to force you to fight again." Gaius added, giving him a very weak nod of encouragement.
Gwaine hated feeling so helpless. He was a knight of Camelot, not some smuggler that deserved to be bound in chains! He let out a yell of frustration and used all of his might to try and pull the chains out of the wall. However, his next shout was one of pain. Elyan scooted closer to him. "Gwaine, shhh..." he hushed him. "It's alright. Let me see your wrist."
Both Sir Elyan and Gauis inched over to peer at it. Gauis clucked much like a mother hen. "I believe it to be broken, Gwaine. You should try and rest. Maybe there's something in this cell I can set it with."
Elyan rubbed Gwaine on the shoulder and leaned back to let him sleep.