whitecrossgirl: Me neither! And you are right about Elyan being overlooked. :( Poor baby.

Cordelia Rose : I liked Elyan I just did not give him that much of attention. He was a very likable character. Lol, that's alright. It is great that you said it since I really appreciate people reading this little bursts of randomness. :D Thanks!

RavenclawMerlinFan: His acting is the best I've seen so far. Period. :D

SereneMayhem: Aww, thank you so much! Little Leon is adorable, isn't he?

MamzelleHermy: He did, didn't he? Thanks! :)

CaptainOzone: Aww, Oz! *hugs* I am so happy you liked it! And this is a suitable time to thank YOU for all of your wonderful writing as well so THANK YOU!

Katerina Riley: *gasps* I am SO sorry Katerina! I should've put a spoiler warning. *face-palm* stupid there definitely should be.

A Million Mad Musings: Aww, gosh, it was too sad wasn't it? Hopefully this one will cheer you up! :D

caldera32: Aww, thank you! :D *hugs*

Sabriel-TS: Agh, I NEEDED to get it out of my system *sobs* Elyan dying is just too much for me to bear. *hugs* lets cry together.

Laughy-Taffy the Grape: Thank you! :D and Lol, that's right, I was thinking the same exact thing. 'well, he didn't say Guinevere so why is she freaking out?'

lozzabluebell : Me neither! Thanks Lozza! Is great to see you over here :D

Title: Turning Pages.

Summary: A ficlet miscellany inspired by random music/desserts/quotes/movies or thoughts. No slash.

Inspiration: I just couldn't resist...*bits lip.* I'm sorry. After 5x07 and Mary's ( I assume that's her name.) "MY DUMPLINGS!" I had to do this.

A/N: Set on Albion's Golden Age. SOME PERCIVAL LOVE!

A Game Well Played.

"Who wants to play knights and horses?"

Two or three little hands went in the air, stretched out as far as they could reach. It was clear that 'knights and horses' was a favorite in lazy days like these. The sun was high in the sky and the courtyard of Camelot's palace empty as the children formed a circle to discuss, with all seriousness, their emerging game.

"Very well," said the little boy who'd spoken first, Caleb, who was Sir Gareth's son and, as such, provided much needed authority between his playmates. "Then I get to be King Arthur."

"Not fair!" cried out Peter, who was Lord Derek's son and who's favorite pastime was proving Caleb wrong whenever he could. So, clearly, he was soon crossing his arms on his chest and glaring at his older friend. "You always get to be King Arthur."

"I called it first." said Caleb with nothing but a shrug.

Peter huffed as he said, "Then Merlin is already taken as well! And Hans always gets to be Merlin!"

The little boy named Hans, who was entertained, at the time, by scratching his tiny nose with his tiny hand looked up at Peter with big, brown eyes.

"He is my little brother!" said Caleb, placing a hand on the 3 year-old's curly hair. "He's supposed to be Merlin."

Everyone knew that Merlin always followed King Arthur and from the moment he could crawl Hans had been Caleb's constant company. Besides, Caleb's mother once said that King Arthur and Merlin behaved like two brothers (Caleb's mother also said that Sir Gwaine was a Hopeless Case but Caleb didn't know what that meant.)

"Then I am Sir Gwaine." Peter said decisively and as if with his announcement he'd forgotten everything about his previous discontent a smile extended throughout his features. "And as Sir Gwaine I say that I need something to drink." And proceeded to promptly trot towards the castle where, undoubtedly, he would ask one of the maids for a goblet full of warm milk.

Caleb knew that there was nothing he could do. As King Arthur, all he could do was stand and glare. He'd seen King Arthur do it countless times and he knew that, after that much of 'knights and horses' he could give King Arthur a run for his money.

"What about me?"

Caleb whipped his head around to look at the lanky frame of another little boy, named John. John was a little thing, skinny as a twig and tall.

Caleb thought. He thought for a long time as he watched little John.

" Can I be Sir Leon?" said little John hopefully after a while.

"It is not fair since you won't be able to die" answered Caleb logically. "We are at disadvantage."

John's big eyes were very sad and Caleb pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. By his side Hans started sucking his little thumb.

"What about Sir Percival?"

Both boys whipped their heads around to look at Gertrude, who was peering at them with big blue eyes from behind her basket of laundry.

"Really?" asked John, stepping closer.

Gertrude nodded and her braids seemed to bounce. "Hmm, Sir Percival is big and strong and he sometimes lifts me up and we play ponies. He never gets tired."

"Never?" asked John in amazement.

"Never." Gertrude confirmed. "He never wears any sleeves either. He likes pie a lot and when he speaks everyone, even Sir Gwaine, stops what they are doing and listens to him. Merlin told me that's because Sir Percival is 'wise.'"

Caleb frowned at this. "I thought Merlin was wise!"

"Merlin says it takes a lot of wisdom to stay on Mary's good side." Gertrude said with the tone of voice that girls often use and that reminds little boys of their mother's all knowing voice. "He says that Sir Percival can eat whatever he wants because he is the smartest of them all. Merlin says that not even King Arthur can taste Mary's dumplings."

Caleb thought about this. He thought about it long and hard. And then it happened that the unmistakable King Arthur came out of the castle followed by Merlin, both of them bickering and laughing, covered in mud. Caleb knew that they'd had quite an adventure.

However, as Caleb watched, King Arthur jumped and Merlin jumped as well and Caleb could see a big figure resembling a monster running after them. The monster held a pitchfork above its head.

It soon became clear to Caleb that the pitchfork was, in fact, a rolling pin.

King Arthur and Merlin both fleeted towards the other side of the courtyard as the figure followed yelling something about, "…MUD IN MY KITCHEN!"

"You see?" said Gertrude, looking on and nodding. "I told you."

Caleb saw Sir Percival was standing on the edge of the castle hallway with a big plate full of apples on his hand and a frown of confusion on his face and his childish admiration knew no boundaries.

"I take it back." Caleb said decisively. "I don't want to be King Arthur anymore because I am not afraid of girls. I want to be Sir Percival."

"Not fair!" said Peter, who'd somehow reached their side and was now drinking a goblet full of milk. "She just hit Sir Gwaine with her rolling pin. I want to be Sir Percival."

"I thought I was Sir Percival!" John protested weakly.

Hans giggled.

"I am the oldest and I get to choose first." said Caleb. "I am Sir Percival."

"No! I am!" cried out Peter.

"But I was Sir Percival!" said John.

Soon, the discussion reached new levels in which a diligent 'Queen Guinevere' decided that they all, no matter if they were Sir Percival or not, were to help her fold the laundry.

The boys silently agreed that not even Sir Percival could escape from the might of Queen Guinevere and that girls like Gertrude should not be allowed near a game of 'knights and horses' ever again.

Ah, Leon the immortal. :D

What is it with me and writing child- fluff?

I guess I never actually said it but guys, I do accept prompts. *wink,wink*