A/N: Blegh. I was supposed to accomplish so much today. And I didn't. And I have to work all day tomorrow. *headdesk* And my room's a mess again because I have no space to put stuff.
This was one of those brilliant ideas I had that probably would have worked better as a oneshot or a flash-fiction, so yes, the ending is a little choppy. Sorry about that. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: none of it's mine.
Rating: K+
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Characters: Arthur, Grettir
Pairings: none
Warnings: spoiler for 3x08
Prompt: Gold (The Fool on the Hill)
119. Gold
Arthur had never told anyone (couldn't tell anyone, really,) about his second encounter with the strange little man guarding the bridge to the Perilous Lands.
It happened by chance, while he was out hunting one day. Grettir had appeared out of nowhere, startling Arthur more than he would've admitted.
"You were wrong, you know," Arthur said, sheathing his sword. "I didn't need magic in the Perilous Lands, after all."
Grettir shook his head. "I wasn't wrong; you refused to listen."
"What?"
He smirked. "Exactly. Pay attention this time, Your Highness. Magic is always with you, whether you notice or not."
And then Arthur heard some crashing in the bushes, which turned out to be Merlin, and when Arthur turned his head back, Grettir had disappeared again.
Cheers!
~Melpomene