Disclaimer: Once again I don't own Lord of The Rings or anything Tolkein. King Arthur, Amir, or anything related to them belongs to the legends about him and his knights. So please just leave me alone. I'm only borrowing them for a while.
Author's Note: Please read and review. I'm desperate to know what people think. Am I doing bad or good? I got tired of mary sues so I decided to write about someone who ends up in middle earth but from another time period. I just hope you find this different. Tell me what you like about it. Give me ideas, whatever you want. I don't care.
Thranduil paced back and forth in his room until dawn came. What was he supposed to tell Elrond about the boy? That he appeared out of nowhere in front of Lomien. Would the elves in Rivendell believe the little Prince and his story? Why was Amir sent here? Who is Myrddin? There were just too many questions to answer at one time. This problem was going to take some time to figure out. It was a knock on the door that finally broke his concentration.
"Ada, can I come in?" Legolas asked.
"Come in. I need to speak with you anyways. You are leaving for Imladris in a few hours. The human boy will be going with you. It would help my conscience if you looked after him. He's young and naïve." Thranduil said.
"Of course Ada. I saw him in the stables. He was tending to his horse. I did not speak to him but I can tell that he is nervous. Are you sure that he should come?"
"Yes. Amir needs to find himself. He is alone here and needs guidance. I can't give him that but Elrond and Mithrandir can. Legolas, you need to go now. Look after Amir and keep him from danger. He's young; remember that." Thranduil spoke anxiously.
"I will Ada. You can count me to look after him." Legolas replied.
Legolas left his father in peace and went to the stables to get his horse and found Amir there ready to leave. Amir was already on Gringolet with his sword sheathed on his side. It was the sword that Myrddin had given him to protect himself.
'If these elves think I can't protect myself. They had better think again. I can defend myself quite well. Both Gawain and Lancelot said so. Lancelot, it's his rebellion that started the chaos. And now I'm here. Humph.' He thought.
"Amir, are you paying attention? Amir?" Lomien asked.
"Yes, I'm paying attention."
"Then what did Lomien say?" Legolas questioned.
"He said we were leaving and that we need to get a head start." Amir said annoyingly.
"Good. Listen to me boy; I don't want any trouble from you. It's just us three traveling to Imladris. If there is any danger, you need to stay out of the way." Legolas barked.
"But I can defend myself. You haven't me given a chance to prove that. I'm just as good Sir Gareth or Sir Parsifal. I've beaten a lot of the knights at the tournaments." Amir snapped back.
"Tournaments are not the same as battle. If you insist on fighting then you may take your chance. Remember that I will not allow you to get hurt. You said you needed to complete a quest. I will make sure that you live long enough to get to Imladris. Now behave yourself." Lomien responded.
"Sure thing my lord. I will be good and listen to your every word." Amir spoke sarcastically.
He spent the rest of the day in silence while the two elves talked about the darkness that was covering Middle Earth. Amir listened closely to their talking about Sauron and the ring. He realized very quickly about the danger they were facing but still could not figure out why he was here. The only wish Amir had was to get to Imladris so he could sleep and get off Sir Gawain's horse. He still would not accept Gringolet as his own.
Gringolet stirred waking Amir up from his slumber on the horse. They were still riding down the path but Amir caught a glimpse of ugly black creatures heading towards him with swords and clubs flying high. An urge to fight overwhelmed him and he charged at the creatures with Caladbolg unsheathed. Now was his chance to prove that he could defend himself.
Lomien and Legolas heard the commotion behind them. When they turned their horses around they were met with a sight of Amir fighting a band of orcs alone.
"Crazy boy! What does he think he's doing? We had better help him. The boy has no idea of what he is dealing with." Legolas shouted as both he and Lomien sped their horses with arrows spitting from the bows.
Amir paid no attention to the elves as he stabbed and cut off heads one by one. He turned Gringolet around and charged at the creatures again. He fought in the same way that he had been taught by the knights at Camelot. He didn't have a lance but he knew how to use his sword. The Creatures didn't have a shot against him. Caladbolg shined a nice, hot red as it sliced through the flesh of each creature.
Lomien threw his knives as fast as he could aiming them at the orcs. He watched as a crazed Amir slaughtered the orcs one after another in a straight line as he charged back and forth. None of the orcs seemed to have any way of hurting the boy or his horse. As Legolas aimed his bow at the last orc, Amir got in the way as he charged again at the orcs. Amir killed the last creature, stabbing him straight in the chest, but the arrow was too late. He had been accidentally shot by Legolas but didn't notice the wound in his shoulder.
"Little prince, get over here. What were you thinking?" Lomien and Legolas shouted together.
Amir came trotting towards them happily. He was still on a rush of adrenaline as the blood trickled down his shoulder. He didn't care about the wound. He'd seen many knights get injured worse than he was and they still lived. His pride was kicking in.
"Hey, what were those things?" he asked.
"They are orcs and are evil creatures in service of Sauron. I promised my father to look after you. It was foolish to charge at those orcs alone. And yet, you have proven that you can fight bravely. Now, we need to tend that wound of yours." Legolas said.
"It is ironic, Legolas, that you were the one who shot him. It was no orc. As a matter of fact, it was his protector who harmed him." Lomien grinned at the irony of the situation.
"Be quiet Lomien. It's not funny. Come here boy. I need look at you."
"It's not that bad. It hurts a little but I will be okay." Whined Amir.
It didn't matter to the elves that Amir protested. They pulled him off his horse and examined the wound.
"It's deep in the flesh. I'll wrap it but will have to leave the arrow in. This is something more suited to Elrond. I don't have enough training for his injury." Legolas shook his worriedly.
"But Imladris is still several days away. It could become infected. I don't like this one bit." Lomien was worried as well.
"I'll be okay. I've seen people who were hurt worse and they lived."
"No Amir, you need to rest for now. We will try to reach Imladris as soon as possible. I only hope that you will not do any more crazy stunts. I can't let you get hurt worse." Lomien said.
The threesome rested and continued their journey to Imladris in the morning.
Author's Note: Please read and review. I'm desperate to know what people think. Am I doing bad or good? I got tired of mary sues so I decided to write about someone who ends up in middle earth but from another time period. I just hope you find this different. Tell me what you like about it. Give me ideas, whatever you want. I don't care.
Thranduil paced back and forth in his room until dawn came. What was he supposed to tell Elrond about the boy? That he appeared out of nowhere in front of Lomien. Would the elves in Rivendell believe the little Prince and his story? Why was Amir sent here? Who is Myrddin? There were just too many questions to answer at one time. This problem was going to take some time to figure out. It was a knock on the door that finally broke his concentration.
"Ada, can I come in?" Legolas asked.
"Come in. I need to speak with you anyways. You are leaving for Imladris in a few hours. The human boy will be going with you. It would help my conscience if you looked after him. He's young and naïve." Thranduil said.
"Of course Ada. I saw him in the stables. He was tending to his horse. I did not speak to him but I can tell that he is nervous. Are you sure that he should come?"
"Yes. Amir needs to find himself. He is alone here and needs guidance. I can't give him that but Elrond and Mithrandir can. Legolas, you need to go now. Look after Amir and keep him from danger. He's young; remember that." Thranduil spoke anxiously.
"I will Ada. You can count me to look after him." Legolas replied.
Legolas left his father in peace and went to the stables to get his horse and found Amir there ready to leave. Amir was already on Gringolet with his sword sheathed on his side. It was the sword that Myrddin had given him to protect himself.
'If these elves think I can't protect myself. They had better think again. I can defend myself quite well. Both Gawain and Lancelot said so. Lancelot, it's his rebellion that started the chaos. And now I'm here. Humph.' He thought.
"Amir, are you paying attention? Amir?" Lomien asked.
"Yes, I'm paying attention."
"Then what did Lomien say?" Legolas questioned.
"He said we were leaving and that we need to get a head start." Amir said annoyingly.
"Good. Listen to me boy; I don't want any trouble from you. It's just us three traveling to Imladris. If there is any danger, you need to stay out of the way." Legolas barked.
"But I can defend myself. You haven't me given a chance to prove that. I'm just as good Sir Gareth or Sir Parsifal. I've beaten a lot of the knights at the tournaments." Amir snapped back.
"Tournaments are not the same as battle. If you insist on fighting then you may take your chance. Remember that I will not allow you to get hurt. You said you needed to complete a quest. I will make sure that you live long enough to get to Imladris. Now behave yourself." Lomien responded.
"Sure thing my lord. I will be good and listen to your every word." Amir spoke sarcastically.
He spent the rest of the day in silence while the two elves talked about the darkness that was covering Middle Earth. Amir listened closely to their talking about Sauron and the ring. He realized very quickly about the danger they were facing but still could not figure out why he was here. The only wish Amir had was to get to Imladris so he could sleep and get off Sir Gawain's horse. He still would not accept Gringolet as his own.
Gringolet stirred waking Amir up from his slumber on the horse. They were still riding down the path but Amir caught a glimpse of ugly black creatures heading towards him with swords and clubs flying high. An urge to fight overwhelmed him and he charged at the creatures with Caladbolg unsheathed. Now was his chance to prove that he could defend himself.
Lomien and Legolas heard the commotion behind them. When they turned their horses around they were met with a sight of Amir fighting a band of orcs alone.
"Crazy boy! What does he think he's doing? We had better help him. The boy has no idea of what he is dealing with." Legolas shouted as both he and Lomien sped their horses with arrows spitting from the bows.
Amir paid no attention to the elves as he stabbed and cut off heads one by one. He turned Gringolet around and charged at the creatures again. He fought in the same way that he had been taught by the knights at Camelot. He didn't have a lance but he knew how to use his sword. The Creatures didn't have a shot against him. Caladbolg shined a nice, hot red as it sliced through the flesh of each creature.
Lomien threw his knives as fast as he could aiming them at the orcs. He watched as a crazed Amir slaughtered the orcs one after another in a straight line as he charged back and forth. None of the orcs seemed to have any way of hurting the boy or his horse. As Legolas aimed his bow at the last orc, Amir got in the way as he charged again at the orcs. Amir killed the last creature, stabbing him straight in the chest, but the arrow was too late. He had been accidentally shot by Legolas but didn't notice the wound in his shoulder.
"Little prince, get over here. What were you thinking?" Lomien and Legolas shouted together.
Amir came trotting towards them happily. He was still on a rush of adrenaline as the blood trickled down his shoulder. He didn't care about the wound. He'd seen many knights get injured worse than he was and they still lived. His pride was kicking in.
"Hey, what were those things?" he asked.
"They are orcs and are evil creatures in service of Sauron. I promised my father to look after you. It was foolish to charge at those orcs alone. And yet, you have proven that you can fight bravely. Now, we need to tend that wound of yours." Legolas said.
"It is ironic, Legolas, that you were the one who shot him. It was no orc. As a matter of fact, it was his protector who harmed him." Lomien grinned at the irony of the situation.
"Be quiet Lomien. It's not funny. Come here boy. I need look at you."
"It's not that bad. It hurts a little but I will be okay." Whined Amir.
It didn't matter to the elves that Amir protested. They pulled him off his horse and examined the wound.
"It's deep in the flesh. I'll wrap it but will have to leave the arrow in. This is something more suited to Elrond. I don't have enough training for his injury." Legolas shook his worriedly.
"But Imladris is still several days away. It could become infected. I don't like this one bit." Lomien was worried as well.
"I'll be okay. I've seen people who were hurt worse and they lived."
"No Amir, you need to rest for now. We will try to reach Imladris as soon as possible. I only hope that you will not do any more crazy stunts. I can't let you get hurt worse." Lomien said.
The threesome rested and continued their journey to Imladris in the morning.