Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or anything to do with Tolkein. Myrddin, Arthur, Guinivere, Lancelot, and Mordred belong to the legends of Arthur that goes way back in time.
A/N: Myrddin is also known as Merlin. I just prefer to use the original Welsh name. Amir is the son of Arthur and Guinivere. I did as much research as I could on him. But very little is known about him. So I'm using him for my story. And, yes, I'm going to drop Amir in middle earth. Amir is going to be immortal like the elves, because after all, Arthur is only sleeping according to legend. The Once and Future King lives on!
Prince Amir, son of King Arthur and Queen Guinivere, stood on the fields of Camlann where the last battle of Mordred's rebellion had taken place. He stared as the watched the fairy queens took his father to Avalon to be healed. The rebellion had ended in the death of Mordred and many of his father's knights. The past two years had been brutal to Arthur and his kingdom. First had been the rebellion of Lancelot because of his mother's infidelity with the knight, and then came Mordred who had tried to claim the throne as his own in the absence of Arthur. Meanwhile, Amir had been under the protection of Myrddin to keep the bloodline of Arthur Pendragon intact. It had been said that Amir had been killed by his father and buried. But that was simply the cover story to make sure Amir stayed safe. The kingdom of the Britons was in ruins.
"Amir, come child. You must leave. You are needed in other places now." Myrddin said sadly. Amir could feel the reassuring arm tighten around his shoulders that told him something strange was about to happen and yet everything would be okay.
"Myrddin, where are we going? What quest am I being sent on? I've never been knighted. I don't know what to do. I'm too young to do anything big." He protested.
"It's not a matter of where we are going. It's where you are going. And you don't need to be knighted to accomplish your quest. I think that though you are only 13, you will do well. Now, we must get you ready."
"But Myrddin!" Amir shouted. He really didn't want to do anything that Myrddin was suggesting silently.
"No buts young man. I mean for you to take this sword. It is called Caladbolg. And take Sir Gawain's horse, Gringolet, I'm sure he would trust you to care for him. Mind your manners and respect all the creatures and new peoples that you find. Stand proud Prince Amir, because you are the son of the High King Arthur but don't brag about it child. Now, just close your eyes and you will find yourself in a new land full of its own perils and happiness." And with that Myrddin disappeared and Amir closed his eyes.
When Amir opened his eyes he found himself in a dark and dreary forest. It was more depressing than Camlann. The scene around him showed great, tall trees and lots of shrubbery that reminded him of the deep mountains of Scotland. His father had taken him there on one of the many quests in search of the Grail. Arthur was now in Avalon being healed, it made him feel all the more alone with his parents gone and Myrddin was not there to comfort him. He was a 13 year-old boy who was left in a forest alone without any way of knowing which way to go. Amir was lost and alone.
"Who are you and why have you entered Mirkwood?" An unknown voice shouted from the treetops.
"If you want the truth then I will speak it. What say you?" Amir responded.
"Speak your truth and the I will decide whether or not to shoot you boy." The voice spoke again.
"My name is Amir. I am the son of Arthur, King of the Britons. Myrddin, my father's chief advisor, sent me here. He is a wizard. I don't know why I was sent. But he said I was needed here for some reason that he did not say."
"I've never heard of Arthur or the Britons. And I have never heard of Myrddin. Is he an Istari?"
"No. I don't know what and Istari is." Amir shouted up into the trees to the voice.
"You don't know about the Istari? Amir, you are a mystery to me. Come Prince, if that is what you are. I shall take you to King Thranduil. He can settle this matter. And my name is Lomien." The voice spoke.
Amir fell backwards startling Gringolet when the elf jumped in front of him from the trees. Gringolet reared up at the elf who spoke only a few words that calmed him. Lomien mounted the horse calmly and swooped Amir up and placed him in front. The blonde elf wasted no time getting to the king's cave. After the elf dismounted he grabbed Amir by the arm and had Gringolet taken to the stables while the poor boy was taken to see Thranduil.
"Look at me boy. You will not talk until the King asks you to. Wait calmly until you are called. He is in a very important meeting right now and you will have to wait to see him. Sit here. I'm sure he will speak with you shortly." Lomien whispered in his ear and left him with a guard to make sure he didn't run away.
The guard did nothing but stare at him stiffly and made sure he didn't go anywhere. Amir pressed his ear against the wall and tried to listen to the conversation. He started picking up some words and was able lightly understand something about the meeting the king was having. It was something about Mordor, an evil lord, and a ring.
'Mordor. It reminds me of Mordred. They both seem evil. Mordred was evil. My father had a ring that he wore on his left hand that made him the true king of the Britons. But their ring is bad. That's odd. Did Myrddin send me here to help them?' he thought.
Amir had been so busy thinking that he never noticed that King Thranduil was standing in front of him until the king cleared his throat and started to speak.
"Well Prince Amir, did you want to speak with me or not. Maybe I should give you more to think on that."
"Sorry sir. I should have paid more attention. My father would have scolded me if he were here. Um, I guess we should talk somewhere." Amir said shyly.
"Come in here. Lomien tells me that you were sent here by someone named Myrddin and you don't know why."
"That's right sir. He said I was needed in other places. I guess that would be here. Myrddin doesn't send people to place for nothing. There is always a reason. He just doesn't always tell you why."
"He seems to be a mystery. But can you tell me what happened just before he sent you to Mirkwood?" Thranduil asked.
"There had been a battle at Camlann. It was the end of Mordred's rebellion towards my father. Mordred died and my father was badly injured. He was taken to Avalon to heal. Myrddin showed me the battlefield and told me not to worry and then he sent me here." Amir replied.
"Who is Mordred?"
"He's my cousin. My father's sister's son."
A/N: If you read the earliest of legends, Mordred wasn't Arthur's son. He was simply his evil nephew who tried to take over. I'm trying to put a new twist on things. I've been researching a lot of Arthur stuff to write this story. So please bear with me.
"Mordred rebelled against your father and he died. Your father was injured and then Myrddin sent you here. Is that right?"
"Yes. That's about it."
"You have quite a story little prince. I am sending a party of riders to Imladris. I think you should go with them. Mithrandir and Elrond will probably be able to give you better counsel than I can. My son, Legolas, will be with among the party so you won't be the only royalty going. For now, I think that you should be sent to your chambers and given food to eat. You leave in morning Amir. I will be sure to have your horse ready. Be awake at dawn. I don't like tardiness if it can be helped. You may go now."
Thranduil summoned a group of servants to escort Amir to his chambers for the night and to give him food. He fell asleep almost right away.
A/N: Myrddin is also known as Merlin. I just prefer to use the original Welsh name. Amir is the son of Arthur and Guinivere. I did as much research as I could on him. But very little is known about him. So I'm using him for my story. And, yes, I'm going to drop Amir in middle earth. Amir is going to be immortal like the elves, because after all, Arthur is only sleeping according to legend. The Once and Future King lives on!
Prince Amir, son of King Arthur and Queen Guinivere, stood on the fields of Camlann where the last battle of Mordred's rebellion had taken place. He stared as the watched the fairy queens took his father to Avalon to be healed. The rebellion had ended in the death of Mordred and many of his father's knights. The past two years had been brutal to Arthur and his kingdom. First had been the rebellion of Lancelot because of his mother's infidelity with the knight, and then came Mordred who had tried to claim the throne as his own in the absence of Arthur. Meanwhile, Amir had been under the protection of Myrddin to keep the bloodline of Arthur Pendragon intact. It had been said that Amir had been killed by his father and buried. But that was simply the cover story to make sure Amir stayed safe. The kingdom of the Britons was in ruins.
"Amir, come child. You must leave. You are needed in other places now." Myrddin said sadly. Amir could feel the reassuring arm tighten around his shoulders that told him something strange was about to happen and yet everything would be okay.
"Myrddin, where are we going? What quest am I being sent on? I've never been knighted. I don't know what to do. I'm too young to do anything big." He protested.
"It's not a matter of where we are going. It's where you are going. And you don't need to be knighted to accomplish your quest. I think that though you are only 13, you will do well. Now, we must get you ready."
"But Myrddin!" Amir shouted. He really didn't want to do anything that Myrddin was suggesting silently.
"No buts young man. I mean for you to take this sword. It is called Caladbolg. And take Sir Gawain's horse, Gringolet, I'm sure he would trust you to care for him. Mind your manners and respect all the creatures and new peoples that you find. Stand proud Prince Amir, because you are the son of the High King Arthur but don't brag about it child. Now, just close your eyes and you will find yourself in a new land full of its own perils and happiness." And with that Myrddin disappeared and Amir closed his eyes.
When Amir opened his eyes he found himself in a dark and dreary forest. It was more depressing than Camlann. The scene around him showed great, tall trees and lots of shrubbery that reminded him of the deep mountains of Scotland. His father had taken him there on one of the many quests in search of the Grail. Arthur was now in Avalon being healed, it made him feel all the more alone with his parents gone and Myrddin was not there to comfort him. He was a 13 year-old boy who was left in a forest alone without any way of knowing which way to go. Amir was lost and alone.
"Who are you and why have you entered Mirkwood?" An unknown voice shouted from the treetops.
"If you want the truth then I will speak it. What say you?" Amir responded.
"Speak your truth and the I will decide whether or not to shoot you boy." The voice spoke again.
"My name is Amir. I am the son of Arthur, King of the Britons. Myrddin, my father's chief advisor, sent me here. He is a wizard. I don't know why I was sent. But he said I was needed here for some reason that he did not say."
"I've never heard of Arthur or the Britons. And I have never heard of Myrddin. Is he an Istari?"
"No. I don't know what and Istari is." Amir shouted up into the trees to the voice.
"You don't know about the Istari? Amir, you are a mystery to me. Come Prince, if that is what you are. I shall take you to King Thranduil. He can settle this matter. And my name is Lomien." The voice spoke.
Amir fell backwards startling Gringolet when the elf jumped in front of him from the trees. Gringolet reared up at the elf who spoke only a few words that calmed him. Lomien mounted the horse calmly and swooped Amir up and placed him in front. The blonde elf wasted no time getting to the king's cave. After the elf dismounted he grabbed Amir by the arm and had Gringolet taken to the stables while the poor boy was taken to see Thranduil.
"Look at me boy. You will not talk until the King asks you to. Wait calmly until you are called. He is in a very important meeting right now and you will have to wait to see him. Sit here. I'm sure he will speak with you shortly." Lomien whispered in his ear and left him with a guard to make sure he didn't run away.
The guard did nothing but stare at him stiffly and made sure he didn't go anywhere. Amir pressed his ear against the wall and tried to listen to the conversation. He started picking up some words and was able lightly understand something about the meeting the king was having. It was something about Mordor, an evil lord, and a ring.
'Mordor. It reminds me of Mordred. They both seem evil. Mordred was evil. My father had a ring that he wore on his left hand that made him the true king of the Britons. But their ring is bad. That's odd. Did Myrddin send me here to help them?' he thought.
Amir had been so busy thinking that he never noticed that King Thranduil was standing in front of him until the king cleared his throat and started to speak.
"Well Prince Amir, did you want to speak with me or not. Maybe I should give you more to think on that."
"Sorry sir. I should have paid more attention. My father would have scolded me if he were here. Um, I guess we should talk somewhere." Amir said shyly.
"Come in here. Lomien tells me that you were sent here by someone named Myrddin and you don't know why."
"That's right sir. He said I was needed in other places. I guess that would be here. Myrddin doesn't send people to place for nothing. There is always a reason. He just doesn't always tell you why."
"He seems to be a mystery. But can you tell me what happened just before he sent you to Mirkwood?" Thranduil asked.
"There had been a battle at Camlann. It was the end of Mordred's rebellion towards my father. Mordred died and my father was badly injured. He was taken to Avalon to heal. Myrddin showed me the battlefield and told me not to worry and then he sent me here." Amir replied.
"Who is Mordred?"
"He's my cousin. My father's sister's son."
A/N: If you read the earliest of legends, Mordred wasn't Arthur's son. He was simply his evil nephew who tried to take over. I'm trying to put a new twist on things. I've been researching a lot of Arthur stuff to write this story. So please bear with me.
"Mordred rebelled against your father and he died. Your father was injured and then Myrddin sent you here. Is that right?"
"Yes. That's about it."
"You have quite a story little prince. I am sending a party of riders to Imladris. I think you should go with them. Mithrandir and Elrond will probably be able to give you better counsel than I can. My son, Legolas, will be with among the party so you won't be the only royalty going. For now, I think that you should be sent to your chambers and given food to eat. You leave in morning Amir. I will be sure to have your horse ready. Be awake at dawn. I don't like tardiness if it can be helped. You may go now."
Thranduil summoned a group of servants to escort Amir to his chambers for the night and to give him food. He fell asleep almost right away.
