A/N Hello, I decided to try drabbles in order to help develop my writing whilst I work on a new story. I completed 23 altogether, all in response to prompts on the Heart of Camelot site. They are a mix of angst, drama, humour, hurt and comfort, mainly focusing on Merlin and Arthur but some other characters too. I hope you enjoy them. Caldera32 provided the beautiful cover art and beta'd the collection.

Please let me know what you think

Prompt: An Interesting Use for a Scarf: Come up with an interesting or unusual way one of Merlin's scarves might be used.

Category: Gen (Canon)

Characters: Merlin, Arthur

Warning/Rating: K

Word Count: 300

A/N First attempt at a drabble.

A Quick Getaway:

"It's a long way down."

"Well, we could always just stay here and burn, Merlin."

No, the rope it was; splattered on the courtyard trumps roasting every time. The servant looks mournfully at the tattered bit of blue material clasped in his hands.

"Just use your belt if it means that much to you," Arthur snaps, feeling the intense heat against his back.

"I can't; my trousers will fall down!"

"Neckerchief it is then," the prince says, placing a firm hand between narrow shoulder blades and pushing Merlin up onto the rampart.

A cold wind rushes through his hair, catching the thin fabric of his jacket and making it billow behind him. Buffeted, he stands tall and surveys the horizon, just making out the tree line they're aiming for. It's majestic.

"MERLIN!"

"Alright!"

Wrapping the trusty garment around each wrist, bony fingers pull it taut and hook it over the line. Merlin's long arms stretch with the full weight of his body - he's suspended a hundred feet above the ground with only his toes acting as an anchor. Flexing his knees he pushes off with his feet.

It's like flying.

Air rushes past, he can't help the grin that stretches his face or the joyous yell that breaks forth from his throat - the sound eclipsed only by the shrill scream of the golden-haired prince mere seconds behind.

Green and brown merge into one as he slams into the earth, the impact spreads through his right shoulder and momentum sends him rolling into the shrub. Merlin is just getting his bearings when the royal crashes into his side, knocking the air from his lungs.

The prince flops onto his back and lets out a whoop of relief. Merlin says nothing, just staring stunned at the smouldering remains of his beloved scarf.

THE END

A/N I hope you enjoyed that, if you want more let me know - there are plenty where that came from.