*headdesk*
Title: A New Fad
Notes: I was not going to write Merlin!fic, but then I got into a conversation with someone (Sam, I think) and then resulted.
Hunith rifled through the bag of letters the messenger had brought from her. Nothing from her son, which did not surprise her. As dutiful as he could be, Merlin did often forget the little things-- like communication and frequent letters. Luckily, Gaius made up the slack. A few minor notices and-- she smiled. Another chapter of the story had arrived.
On some level Hunith knew that reading stories about her son was odd, but she did miss Merlin greatly and the stories were better than nothing. Besides, she had met the young prince and had to admit that maybe 'DragonMaster,' the author of the chapters, was actually keeping rather close to the truth.
Hunith read the latest chapter several times over, laughing out loud in many places, and then placed it with the others. She then pulled out her own manuscript, an alternative telling of her son's visit home, and added a brief note for DragonMaster, complimenting him on his continuing story.
When the messenger rode out the next morning, he carried with him her story, note, and letters for Gaius and Merlin, along with the other messages of the village and other surrounding villages and towns. In a few weeks, her missives would be received.
She wondered if DragonMaster would enjoy her story.
---
Gwen did not mean to rifle through the mail. Honest. A sheaf of papers just fell out and she had to put them back in order. It was not her fault that Merlin's name had caught her attention, and Arthur's. Gwen read the page quickly, her cheeks warming.
She very quickly shuffled the papers back together and shoved them back into the mail bag. That story was-- it had kissing. Arthur and Merlin. That was-- Gwen stilled-- impossible? She thought of feathered hats, flowers, sacrifice, and pride and covered her mouth, her eyes ever-wider.
She was torn between horror, laughter, and something else warmer. She could just imagine Merlin's reaction if he knew of the story; and it was that image that tipped her over into laughter.
Gwen covered her mouth with her hands and hurried up the stairs of the castle. She simply had to tell Morgana.
---
It was only when she took down Morgana's laundry on the wrong day that she heard the laundry maids discussing the story. Gwen barged in and demanded to know more. The maids told her that there was apparently a large ring of stories being written and traded around. They said to ask the village butcher if she wished to know more.
Gwen had gone directly to the butcher after that, without even telling Morgana. Half an hour later and several promises of clothing lighter, Gwen returned to the castle grasping a large stack of papers.
"Gwen, where were you?" Morgana asked as she hurried into the room.
Gwen shook her head, too out of breath to explain, and shoved the papers at Morgana.
---
Arthur heard the peals of Morgana's laughter from the courtyard. He squinted up toward her window. She was plotting something; he was certain of it.
---
Telling Sir Griflet had been an accident. She'd been returning to Morgana's rooms with the latest installments, when she had literally bumped into the-- admittedly handsome-- knight. "What's this?" he asked her with a devastating grin that flustered her.
Gwen talked far too much when flustered.
---
Arthur eyed his knights. They were hiding something from him. Sir Grif-or-something looked as though he choking. He was not the only one.
"Pair practice today, I think," he said.
---
"I don't know," Morgana said, lowering the last sheet of a story. "Personally, I think that you and Merlin would make a far more interesting match."
Gwen flushed. "My lady."
Morgana just smiled dangerously. "Could you fetch me my pens and some paper, please, Gwen?"
"You're going to write a story?" Gwen asked.
Morgana just raised her brows in silent laughter.
Gwen sighed and went for the supplies.
---
Hunith waited anxiously for the messenger to arrive. He had separate bag just for her. She sorted through the papers, smiling. Apparently stories had become quite the fad in Camelot. Her chores done for the day, she settled into her favorite chair and began to read.
Notes: I was not going to write Merlin!fic, but then I got into a conversation with someone (Sam, I think) and then resulted.
Hunith rifled through the bag of letters the messenger had brought from her. Nothing from her son, which did not surprise her. As dutiful as he could be, Merlin did often forget the little things-- like communication and frequent letters. Luckily, Gaius made up the slack. A few minor notices and-- she smiled. Another chapter of the story had arrived.
On some level Hunith knew that reading stories about her son was odd, but she did miss Merlin greatly and the stories were better than nothing. Besides, she had met the young prince and had to admit that maybe 'DragonMaster,' the author of the chapters, was actually keeping rather close to the truth.
Hunith read the latest chapter several times over, laughing out loud in many places, and then placed it with the others. She then pulled out her own manuscript, an alternative telling of her son's visit home, and added a brief note for DragonMaster, complimenting him on his continuing story.
When the messenger rode out the next morning, he carried with him her story, note, and letters for Gaius and Merlin, along with the other messages of the village and other surrounding villages and towns. In a few weeks, her missives would be received.
She wondered if DragonMaster would enjoy her story.
---
Gwen did not mean to rifle through the mail. Honest. A sheaf of papers just fell out and she had to put them back in order. It was not her fault that Merlin's name had caught her attention, and Arthur's. Gwen read the page quickly, her cheeks warming.
She very quickly shuffled the papers back together and shoved them back into the mail bag. That story was-- it had kissing. Arthur and Merlin. That was-- Gwen stilled-- impossible? She thought of feathered hats, flowers, sacrifice, and pride and covered her mouth, her eyes ever-wider.
She was torn between horror, laughter, and something else warmer. She could just imagine Merlin's reaction if he knew of the story; and it was that image that tipped her over into laughter.
Gwen covered her mouth with her hands and hurried up the stairs of the castle. She simply had to tell Morgana.
---
It was only when she took down Morgana's laundry on the wrong day that she heard the laundry maids discussing the story. Gwen barged in and demanded to know more. The maids told her that there was apparently a large ring of stories being written and traded around. They said to ask the village butcher if she wished to know more.
Gwen had gone directly to the butcher after that, without even telling Morgana. Half an hour later and several promises of clothing lighter, Gwen returned to the castle grasping a large stack of papers.
"Gwen, where were you?" Morgana asked as she hurried into the room.
Gwen shook her head, too out of breath to explain, and shoved the papers at Morgana.
---
Arthur heard the peals of Morgana's laughter from the courtyard. He squinted up toward her window. She was plotting something; he was certain of it.
---
Telling Sir Griflet had been an accident. She'd been returning to Morgana's rooms with the latest installments, when she had literally bumped into the-- admittedly handsome-- knight. "What's this?" he asked her with a devastating grin that flustered her.
Gwen talked far too much when flustered.
---
Arthur eyed his knights. They were hiding something from him. Sir Grif-or-something looked as though he choking. He was not the only one.
"Pair practice today, I think," he said.
---
"I don't know," Morgana said, lowering the last sheet of a story. "Personally, I think that you and Merlin would make a far more interesting match."
Gwen flushed. "My lady."
Morgana just smiled dangerously. "Could you fetch me my pens and some paper, please, Gwen?"
"You're going to write a story?" Gwen asked.
Morgana just raised her brows in silent laughter.
Gwen sighed and went for the supplies.
---
Hunith waited anxiously for the messenger to arrive. He had separate bag just for her. She sorted through the papers, smiling. Apparently stories had become quite the fad in Camelot. Her chores done for the day, she settled into her favorite chair and began to read.