Well this is my first Merlin fic so please tell me what you think! :)

Summery: Upon entering a strange clearing, Merlin is transformed into a five year old. Now Arthur and the knights must take care of him and find a way to change him back before anyone notices that something isn't right and sorcery is being used in Camelot!

Pairings: Just Merlin/Arthur bromancy fluff.

Warnings: slight use of language

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Merlin belongs to the BBC.

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Stealth. That's the key. All we had to do was remain silent...

CLANG.

"What are we looking for?"

Growling in frustration as the doe looked up then took off, I whipped my head around to the cause of the noise.

"Merlin!"

Realisation dawned on his features.

"Oh, sorry Arthur" he said with that stupid smile he always pulled.

I rolled my eyes and stalked away.

"Just...follow me" I sighed.

I always knew it was a bad idea to take Merlin with us hunting, but who else would carry the hunting gear? So he come along. As we were near Cendred's dominion, Father insisted on me taking some knights or someone who had some fighting abilities. So I took Sir Leon, Sir Percival, Sir Gwaine, Sir Elyan and or course Merlin. Being the most skilful out of all of them, Leon and I took the lead, Elyan and Percival in the middle and Gwaine and Merlin at the back, chattering on about who knows what. As we came near the borders, a twig snapped from the right. I raised my hand and the four of us fell silent. I raised the crossbow and pulled the trigger-

"HAHAHAHAHA, no really what happened?"

The arrow narrowly missed the doe, and said doe looked up and ran away. Again.

"MERLIN! GWAINE!" I yelled.

They immediately stopped laughing.

"Ah, sorry about that Princess, maybe next time?" Gwaine said, trying to lighten the mood. I scowled at him and walked away gesturing the other knights. When people asked me why I took Merlin with me I really didn't have an answer.

Because really, when it came down to it, he was okay sometimes. Sometimes. Putting aside his irritating personality of course. And the fact that he was terrible at stealth. And his disrespect for his masters. And his lack of personal hygiene...

"Whoa!" Merlin exclaimed.

I snapped my head around at the clearing we had just entered. Willow trees were stationed around the clearing; long, wide with green tops. Residing in the middle of the trees was the bitter-sweet smell of a burnt out log fire. I for one hated the stench that clung around my nose, coughed and took a step forward anyway.

However, a hand caught my arm.

"Maybe, we should go back," Merlin began, his eyes darting round in discomfort, "this place seems creepy and there aren't any animals her-"

"Oh, stop being a girl Merlin" I interrupted and shook him off. Stepping forward I gestured the other knights. They followed and somewhat reluctantly, so did Merlin.

We scattered, all looking at individual things and as I turned to see Merlin leaning down at the fire-

BOOM!

"oomph" Stumbling back, I reached out like a blind man and tripped over a root. Which I thought was highly embarrassing. Luckily for me though, no one seemed to notice as they were all on the ground too.

A thin layer of dust gathered around the clearing, situating near the fire... and Merlin. Shielding my eyes from the dust, I heard other knights scrambling about, trying to get up but to no avail.

I squinted and saw the dust wrap itself around Merlin.

"MERLIN" I shouted.

And then it stopped. Just like that.

Looking around, I saw the knights looking around for each other too. I counted them off in my head. 1, 2, 3, 4... where was the fifth? where was Merlin?

"Where's Merlin?" Asked a worried Gwaine, voicing my thoughts. The knights squinted around; for there was still dust in the air. Soon enough, our eyes all found the spot where Merlin was last seen at.

Except Merlin wasn't there. Instead, just beyond the willow guardians, there was a boy, no more than five. Hesitantly I walked forward.

"Careful sire" Leon began but I shushed him: the boy's eyes started fluttering open. "We don't want to scare him" I explained in a hushed voice. He was lying on the ground, limbs everywhere but now he had propped himself up on his elbows and looked around, finally his eyes locked with mine. I stepped forward and crouched down until I was a meter away from him. Soon the knights followed my example until we were a circle surrounding the child. And gulping with fear, I noticed the slightly baggy tattered brown jacket, the badly made hide boots, the red cotton shirt...the blue neckerchief...

"Holy Crap" Was all that came out of Gwaine's mouth.

And for the first time, realisation, fear and anxiety all had there turn to punch me in the face. For this boy who was staring up at us in a confused manner was my manservant. My now currently five year old idiotic manservant. Merlin.

First chapter, Please review and tell what you think, constructive criticism is welcome :) And if you want any bromance scenes added, be sure to tell me! :)