The sun was just rising over Camelot. Fresh dew covered the grass and a cold wind blew through the trees. The Knights of Camelot stood there shivering in the cold morning. They pulled their cloaks around them tighter to keep warm. "You know I've just realised something," said Eylan "these cloaks aren't exactly camouflaged are they? I mean we're just big read targets, sitting here like ducks!" Everyone ignored him, they were too cold to care. "It is s-so c-c-cold!" chattered Gwaine.
"Maybe you should put a shirt on then." snapped Percival.
"N-no w-w-way. H-how a-am I s-s-supposed t-to in-impress t-the ladies if I'm w-wearing a s-shirt?"
Lancelot was fine (oh he's alive by the way. He was brought back to life for the purpose of this story otherwise there won't be that many Knights) he had a hot water bottle, some hand warmers and an electric blanket disguised as a cloak.
King Arthur was staring very confused at a map. Map reading wasn't really his forte though. Running people through with swords was more his thing. Merlin let out an exasperated sigh and paced up and down impatiently. Everyone was just so God damn useless. He had to do everything round here. He stopped pacing and folded his arms. "Do you need any help?" he called causing Arthur to jump.
"No Merlin. I can read a map thank you!" he said irritably. Merlin almost let out a laugh but by now he was so exhausted by how pathetically useless Arthur was that he couldn't be bothered. He had saved Arthur's royal backside so many times he had lost count. Saved Camelot more times than he cared to remember and every time he had convince Arthur that he wasn't completely useless with stupid stunts, like making him pull the sword out of the stone. Arthur didn't even do it! He only managed to pull it out because Merlin used magic. No one could possibly have pulled that sword out of the stone!
Arthur let out a frustrated yell and punched a nearby tree. "Taking your anger out on a tree. That will solve all your problems." muttered Merlin sarcastically.
"Shut-up Merlin!" shouted Arthur. "Anyway it's not my fault the maps broken!" Merlin frowned at Arthur contemplating his stupidity. "The maps not broken, Arthur," Merlin said slowly, resisting the urge to yell and punch someone in the face "you're looking at it upside down." The king picked up the map, turned it around and looked at it again. "Ah yes." He turned to his men. "Right men follow me it's this way!" shouted Arthur pointing in a Northerly direction. He then proceeded to stroll right past Merlin and down the hill leading toward Camelot. "The other way Arthur." said Merlin loudly. Arthur stormed back looking red in the face. Merlin shook his head in despair and followed him.
The rest of the day was uneventful for the Knights of Camelot, the king and his servant who was a wizard and they had no idea. Merlin couldn't believe they hadn't actually noticed that he could use magic. He had done it right in front of Arthurs face like a million times but he had been too busy wallowing in misery about banishing Gwen to notice. Another thing Merlin had realised was the people who knew he had magic seemed to die. Lancelot knew and he had died (but was revived for this story). Agravaine, Arthur's uncle who had betrayed him and worked with Morgana (see series 4) found out that Merlin had magic and then Merlin killed him because he was a pathetic loser who worked with Morgana. Amy and Rory died – oh no wait that's Doctor Who, sorry, I didn't really like the ending of that episode. The weeping angels were awesome though! Ah LOL! Right sorry, went off track a bit there. Back to the story and our heroes had come across a mysterious looking bridge
"Arthur what are you doing?" asked Merlin trying to remain calm.
"I'm hiding behind you, what does it look like I'm doing!" snapped Arthur who was indeed hiding behind Merlin. "What for?"
"Arthur it is a bridge!" said Merlin.
"Shhhhhhhh!" whispered the Knights. They had their swords drawn and were staring at the bridge with perpetual fear. "Oh and the bridge is going to get up impale you on a spike is it!" hissed Merlin.
"Don't be stupid Merlin a bridge couldn't do that!" whispered Arthur "Trolls live under bridges."
"So?" asked Merlin, looking over his shoulder at everyone.
"It could be a troll that would enchant me and make it marry me like what happened to my father!" said Arthur looking genuinely scared. Merlin smiled at the memory, that was a funny few days. "I don't think you should be scared of the troll. You should be scared of Gwen if she found out you married a troll." said Merlin, picturing Gwen beating Arthur with a stick. "That wouldn't matter it would make us even." replied Arthur.
"Because Lancelot snogged her. So the troll is what I need to worry about."
"Hey!" protested Lancelot "She came onto me!"
"Never mind that now. Merlin you go check if there's a troll." Arthur pushed merlin forward towards the bridge. Merlin stumbled a little then stood and straightened himself up. He closed his eyes took a deep breath and walked forward confidently.
As Merlin strolled forward he pictured the stupid looks on their faces when he proved there was no troll. When he was halfway across the bridge a person blocked his path. The person was a man, tall with a long beard, wearing a long grey robe and he carried a staff. "You shall not pass!" the man shouted. "Excuse me?" said Merlin with disgust. He did not like this man's manners.
"You shall not pass!" the man shouted again.
The man went to shout again then stopped. He looked as if he were pondering some great philosophical question in his mind. "You know. I've don't really know. I mean I've never really thought about it before." The man said leaning on his staff. Merlin stood there not knowing really what to say. "The names Gandalf. I'm a wizard." said the man extending his hand out to Merlin. He shook it and smiled. "Hello Gandalf, I'm Merlin."
"OMG! Seriously? The Merlin! Ah man you are so totally awesome!" said Gandalf beaming and shaking Merlin's hand with renewed vigour.
"Guys you can come out now. There's no troll!" called Merlin. Slowly the Knights and Arthur emerged from their hiding places. Cautiously they made their way towards to bridge and upon seeing Merlin and Gandalf they put away their swords and relaxed. Arthur strode forward and shook Gandalf's hand. "I am so glad that you aren't a troll because if you were, well then that would have been disastrous!" said Arthur with relief on his face. Gandalf looked confused. "I'm not a troll I'm a wi-"he cut off midsentence seeing Merlin frantically shaking his head. "Ah I see, not the right time yet." Arthur looked confused. "Hey guys," called Gandalf "come and meet my new friends!"
Eight people walked up onto the bridge. Well, I say people, it was more four Hobbit's, two humans one Dwarf and one elf. "This is Frodo Baggins, Sam, Merry and Pippin." said Gandalf gesturing to the four Hobbits. The Knights of Camelot looked down at them confused. They were always confused about everything. One of the men stepped forward, "I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, the heir to Isildur and-"
"Yes that's enough now," interrupted the second man "my name is Boromir. Son of-"
"Yes and I'm Legolas," interrupted the elf "and this is Glimli and we are the Fellowship of the Ring." He said resting his hand on the dwarfs shoulder. "And what might me do for you young warlock." said Glimli glancing up at Merlin.
"Shhhhhhhh!" chastised Merlin not wanting to be discovered now that he could use magic.
"What's, what's a warlock?" asked Arthur.
"Someone who can use magic." said Sir Galahad.
"Oh right." said Arthur and he didn't question it further.
"So what are you doing here?" Merlin asked, intrigued by the strange group of people.
"Well Frodo here's off to Mordor to destroy the ring and we are to accompany him. Wait have you got the ring Frodo?" said Gandalf.
"Yes, I've got the ring you've asked me that at least a million times since we left Rivendell!" shouted Frodo clearly annoyed.
"That's good, just don't let Lady Morgana get it okay." said Arthur.
"You're heading to Mordor?" asked Merlin.
"Well it's just you're quite a long way from Mordor. I mean this is England not Middle Earth."
"Damn it I knew we'd taken a wrong turn somewhere in Moria." cursed Gandalf. "Right come on people, Hobbits, Dwarf, and Elf. Back the way we came!" announced Gandalf. There was a collected groan from the group as they turned on their heels and trudged out of sight. The Knights of Camelot waved goodbye to the estranged group, still very much confused.