Pairing/s: Implied Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin doesn't say much, but he gets his point across
Word Count: 350
Prompt: 137 Victory
Author's Notes: A small canon filler scene. :)
Merlin was humming, a slightly off-key and monotone sound that varied in intensity as he moved about the room.
“Do you mind?” Arthur exclaimed, looking up from the documents cluttering his desk. “Stop your racket! I'm trying to finish the battle strategies. Morgana's army isn't far off!”
Merlin was undaunted. “Shouldn't you rather go to bed? It's very late.”
“I can't sleep, Merlin. Not while Camelot's fate rests on my shoulders like this. Now be quiet!”
Merlin picked up a few discarded pieces of clothing and continued humming.
Arthur rolled his eyes. “It's late, Merlin. You said so yourself. Why are you still here?”
“I've fallen behind on my duties, Sire. That's inexcusable. I must catch up.” Humming loudly, Merlin started fluffing the royal bed-pillows.
“Merlin, that will be all!”
Merlin's droning noise was so intense, it was entirely possible he didn't hear Arthur's words.
Arthur threw down his quill, splattering the parchments with ink. He jumped to his feet. “That's it. I give up! I can't concentrate in this din. I might as well go to bed.”
Merlin nodded and hummed his approval. He started snuffing out the candles around the room.
The constant notes from his throat sank to a gentler, more pleasant murmur.
Donning his nightshirt, Arthur still seemed preoccupied. He was frowning as he got into bed. “I won't get a moment's sleep. Don't get your hopes up. I've got too many worries, too much on my mind,” he told Merlin.
Merlin hummed his understanding. The sounds now escaping him resembled the sweet burbling of a brook.
Arthur stretched under the bed-overs. His eyes closed. One minute later he was fast asleep.
Merlin tip-toed over to make sure that Arthur was resting comfortably. He looked at the sleeping prince's calm face and smiled.
There might be dangerous times and big battles ahead, but his primary task was to look after Arthur. And Arthur would be getting a much-needed good night's sleep. Merlin considered that a small, but important personal victory.
Silently, he blew out the last candle.