Hearing aids and grannies

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(Dead) Gwaine: Hey, I may have been eaten by Aithusa, but I can still do disclaimers! Mordretta does not own Merlin! On the request of RueDistrict11, here is a hair flip dedicated to you! *flips hair*

RueDistrict11: Squee!

Mordretta:...

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Morgana POV

Mordred has already succumbed to the 'rock-on-floor-in-foetal-position-and-hope-for-the-best' approach to Killgarah's deafness, but I have a plan!

"alw i fyny gymorth oddi wrth y dyfodol!"*

My eyes glow gold, and in a large puff of smoke, an old crone wearing floral pastels stands in front of me.

"Hello dearie, I've got a lovely knitting pattern I could teach you..?"

I quickly interrupt her before she can offer me help with a baby blanket.

"I called for help from the future, and you came. Can you help with deafness?"

"Deafness, dearie? I've got a hearing aid here, hang on a mo..."

The crone pulls a white thing out of her pocket.

Mordred has abandoned the 'rock-on-floor-in-foetal-position-and-hope-for-the-best' approach, and finally does something.

"Kilgarrah's over there, should we go and give him that... object?"

The crone nods, and using a stick, comes with us to Killgarah, who is... I think he's doing the highland fling....

"What do we do now, crone?", I ask. The aforementioned crone gives me a surprisingly scary stare, and proceeds to insert the... thing into the dragon's ear.

"Um, dragon?", asks Mordred.

"Hello, young Dragonlord!"

I smile. We are saved. Hang on...

"mynd i ffwrdd i chi fenyw ofnadwy hen!"**

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This is Google Translate's version of Welsh, if any reader speaks Welsh and finds it wrong, do tell me!

*call up help from the future!

**go away you horrible old woman!

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