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Am prionnsa, an t-amadan agus na meirlich by Aithris (PG)
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Gen or Merlin/Arthur (pre-slash)
Length: ~6600 words
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aithris
Author Website: at her journal
Why this must be read: Continuing in the vein of hard-to-pronounce titles, this story is the one commonly referred to as "the one with the bandits." This fic has everything I like in a story - action and adventure, unlucky disorganized bandits, a great reveal about Merlin's magic, and Arthur's typical "Merlin's an idiot" response--because honestly, when you're captured by bandits, it's not the time to have a row about who's been hiding magic powers.
Arthur glares at Merlin as the shackles click shut over his wrists. "This is all your fault, you know."
Merlin, who is being pinned to the ground by three men (one more than Arthur, to add insult to injury - he knows that bandits are stupid but really, can't they see who the dangerous one is here?), mumbles something that Arthur can't quite make out but ends with "prat".
Arthur has just decided to do the noble, royal and generally mature thing and ignore him when the bandits finally get around to chaining Merlin up. As with Arthur, the shackles click shut. Unlike with him, they then immediately begin glowing with an eerie golden light.
His train of thought has managed to get from "magic!" over "the chains are enchanted!" all the way to "Merlin's are enchanted and mine aren't?" when he realises that the bandits seem to be just as surprised as he is. People are running around shouting, pointing at Merlin, shouting some more and generally being so chaotic that Arthur is tempted to stand up and just shout orders. Bandits or no bandits, watching this - this parody of organisation is making him feel embarrassed on their behalf.
It takes five minutes for the leader to regain control, such as it is, over his people; it seems as if the only ones who are not running around like particularly empty-headed noblewomen who've seen a mouse are the ones sitting on Arthur and Merlin. (Arthur winces. Telling Uther he managed to get himself captured by this bunch of idiots is not going to be pretty). When the shouting has finally quieted, the man walks forward until he's standing in front of Merlin.
"Sorcerer," he spits, and oh, Arthur could have so easily put it off as the rantings of a deluded madman if he hadn't chanced to look at Merlin's face at the same moment.
It's not even the expression, it's that Arthur is reasonably sure Merlin's eyes were blue just five minutes ago.
Read the story: Am prionnsa, an t-amadan agus na meirlich
Pairing: Gen or Merlin/Arthur (pre-slash)
Length: ~6600 words
Author on LJ:
aithrisAuthor Website: at her journal
Why this must be read: Continuing in the vein of hard-to-pronounce titles, this story is the one commonly referred to as "the one with the bandits." This fic has everything I like in a story - action and adventure, unlucky disorganized bandits, a great reveal about Merlin's magic, and Arthur's typical "Merlin's an idiot" response--because honestly, when you're captured by bandits, it's not the time to have a row about who's been hiding magic powers.
Arthur glares at Merlin as the shackles click shut over his wrists. "This is all your fault, you know."
Merlin, who is being pinned to the ground by three men (one more than Arthur, to add insult to injury - he knows that bandits are stupid but really, can't they see who the dangerous one is here?), mumbles something that Arthur can't quite make out but ends with "prat".
Arthur has just decided to do the noble, royal and generally mature thing and ignore him when the bandits finally get around to chaining Merlin up. As with Arthur, the shackles click shut. Unlike with him, they then immediately begin glowing with an eerie golden light.
His train of thought has managed to get from "magic!" over "the chains are enchanted!" all the way to "Merlin's are enchanted and mine aren't?" when he realises that the bandits seem to be just as surprised as he is. People are running around shouting, pointing at Merlin, shouting some more and generally being so chaotic that Arthur is tempted to stand up and just shout orders. Bandits or no bandits, watching this - this parody of organisation is making him feel embarrassed on their behalf.
It takes five minutes for the leader to regain control, such as it is, over his people; it seems as if the only ones who are not running around like particularly empty-headed noblewomen who've seen a mouse are the ones sitting on Arthur and Merlin. (Arthur winces. Telling Uther he managed to get himself captured by this bunch of idiots is not going to be pretty). When the shouting has finally quieted, the man walks forward until he's standing in front of Merlin.
"Sorcerer," he spits, and oh, Arthur could have so easily put it off as the rantings of a deluded madman if he hadn't chanced to look at Merlin's face at the same moment.
It's not even the expression, it's that Arthur is reasonably sure Merlin's eyes were blue just five minutes ago.
Read the story: Am prionnsa, an t-amadan agus na meirlich