Tell Us a Tale
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, BBC does.
"And then happen Uncle Gwaine?" asked a wide eyed boy of seven.
Sir Gwaine smiled as he spread out his arms, "Well, he was this big and I..."
His friend, Sir Lancelot, a usually hope strung fellow, felt his eyes rolling, "You are aware that this was constructed from a drunken mind?"
He was not talking to the two boys, the Prince Duran and his son Galahad, who were rapt in attention with the grand tale, but to Duran's elder brother who was listening with a shrewd smile.
"I know," Llacheu said, "But we all preferred Gwaine's version."
Lancelot could not help but chuckle. The two then settled in as Gwaine finished his version of an "adventure" he and Lancelot had. One that included a barmaid, an innumerable amounts of thugs and a griffin. Gwaine left out the barmaid though.
"What to hear how I helped your father and Merlin with the Fisher King?" Gwaine then asked.
The boys bounced from their feet and gleefully and in unison replied, "Yes."
"So there I was having a peaceful moment and enjoying good company..."