Yada, yada, yada...Yada, yada, yada...
"Damn it!" Arthur cursed as yet more strange, ridiculously out of proportion, winged; half bear-half wolf creatures appeared at the edge of the trees.
They had managed to defeat the three that had attacked already, but one of those had been downed by a convenient branch and another by an, equally convenient, glowing, flying spear...
Coincidence? Yeah, Arthur was going to go with that, because he wasn't sure he liked the alternatives...
But, seriously though, glowing? Someone, whoever the hell it was, was letting their guard down...
All of the creatures seemed to obey a hooded figure, and, throwing her hood back, she revealed herself to be Morgana.
"Hello Brother dearest... Like my newest creations? No?" She laughed at the glare Arthur sent at her, before continuing. "Then maybe you should get better acquaint-"
"Oh, Gods. That was terrible..." Everyone in the clearing, Arthur, the knights and Morgana alike, span to see Merlin, who was chuckling.
At their looks, he
Blood Thirsty Butterflies and SandwichesMerlin groaned and wondered what God he had insulted/annoyed within the last few days for the alarm bells to start ringing at eleven in the morning on his only day off a month.
He yawned as he rolled out of bed, quickly getting changed, before spending half an hour straightening his neckerchief.
He finally got it just right, and strolled form the room, accepting a ham sandwich from Gaius as he passed, the old man yawning himself -Sunday's normally being lazy, nap filled days for him- and planning on heading back to his comfy bed-Chair! for a few hours whilst Merlin sorted the mess out.
Merlin strolled from the room as Gaius' snores started to sound again, and debated on the best disguise to use when rescuing the prat and his entourage this time.
He was still musing and munching on his sandwich as he meandered through the halls, down to the Throne Room, deftly dodging piles of rubble, screaming servants, falling rocks, streams of dust, panicked dogs, squawking chickens and anything else
Why Merlin Should Be Allowed To SleepMerlin stifled a yawn.
He was tired, he had a headache, he had spent all morning being pelted with swords during 'training' (aka Let's Beat Up Merlin! Hour...) and, worst of all, he was now in a meeting with Arthur, the council and with no Gwaine to share sarcastic remarks with.
Hmm... This pillar really was comfy- NO! Damn it, if he just stayed awake for one more hour...
But it was so dull... Merlin tuned back into the conversation to see if it had evolved into anything interesting.
Arthur: So are you saying we have to raise the grain intakes for-
Sir whatever his name is: Yes Sire, but in such a way as-
Sir Whatever his name's in arch nemesis: I disagree! It is more important to replace the various weakened structures within the stables than to simply increase the yada yada of the influx of silk and yada yada trade with the apples and yada yada oh lets do more to make Arthur's life even more dull than it is already.
Okay, so it had not evolved into anything interesting. If anything,