Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings isn't mine and never will be. Oh well, my little life goes on. I don't Amir or anything about King Arthur. But I did give Amir a personality. When I found him there was nothing about him to give him any light. So I'm borrowing these characters, I'm not making any money, so don't sue me.

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Amir sat on his horse in silence. It was obvious that Lomien and Legolas were upset with him. He didn't really care though; he had killed the orcs just the way he had been taught. The orc slaughter triggered the memory of the knight's creed. One part of the creed said that you were to fight only if it was just. And if your opponent begged for mercy, you were to spare him. It was the honorable and chivalrous thing to do. He had seen nothing but hatred in the elves' eyes towards the orcs. It gave him a feeling that if the orcs had asked for mercy, it would not have been given to them. Hate was all the orcs deserved here. Middle Earth was not a peaceful land; complete chivalry could not exist here. A lack of chivalry made him feel more alone, even at Camlann, the chivalrous honor had remained intact.

Lomien tried to put the puzzle of Amir together. The boy didn't make any senses. He talked about his father, the knights, Myrddin, and a few of the battles. Amir seemed to live by a code that he had been taught all his life. But Lomien still could not put that code together. The 'little prince' could be fierce and angry at one moment then merciful, compassionate, kind, and loving the next. It depended on his situation and where he was at the time. Amir was a mystery.

Legolas contemplated his relationship with Amir. He and the boy had a hard time finding eye to eye. Lomien was able to get closer to him. Maybe it was because Lomien was the first elf that Amir had met. There was one choice Legolas could make about him; he had to try to get to know Amir before they reached Imladris.

"Amir. Wait. I want to talk to you." Shouted Legolas as trotted up next to the boy.

"What do want talk about?" Amir grumbled.

"I thought we could talk about you."

"What is so interesting about me? I'm 13 years old, son of a king, lost in a new place, and I don't know what to do. Does that make you happy?" He snickered.

"You're only 13?! I thought you would have been older. Why would an Istari send a young boy on a long journey alone?"

"Myrddin is not an Istari. I don't even know what an Istari is. No one has told me what they are."

"An Istari is a great counselor. They are some of the wisest in Middle Earth. Most humans would call them wizards."

"Many people have called Myrddin a wizard. But he denies it. He prefers to be called an advisor. Some have said that he is a prophet. Others think he is a fluke. But there is one thing that we all agree on; Myrddin is a very wise man. That cannot be argued. You could call him an Istari if you wish, but I won't." Amir said quietly.

"Your Myrddin sounds like a great man worthy of being called and advisor. I'm sure you miss him."

"I miss him a lot. He has taken care of me for the last two years."

"Why is that, Amir?" Legolas asked.

"My mother had an affair with Lancelot. She was sentenced to death. At the last minute, Lancelot rescued my mother from being executed. It was because of this, that he started a rebellion. My father won and Lancelot's men went into hiding as hermits. Guinivere, my mother, returned to Camelot to live and my father forgave her. During Lancelot's rebellion, my father left my cousin Mordred in charge of the kingdom. Mordred tried take my mother as his wife and to seize the throne. Papa heard about and went home. It all ended at the battle of Camlann where Mordred died and Papa was taken to Avalon to heal. But during all of the Chaos, Myrddin took care of me to make sure that someone from my father's family lived. I'm not sure if he is going to let me take the throne or not. I will only do as Myrddin advises. He said that Papa would be healed and sleep until the time comes when the Britons will need him again."

"Are you immortal, Amir?"

"Yes. It is because of the fairy blood. My great grandmother was a fairy. Why did you ask Legolas?"

"You said your father was sleeping. The way you said it, it just seemed like he could sleep for several millenniums. Humans can't simply sleep forever." Legolas responded.

"I'm glad I could answer your questions. I hope you understand a little more about me. I've had my share of troubles and now I have to deal with yours." Amir said.

"Well Amir, I'm glad you can share them with us. I still don't understand everything about you. But I think we can learn as we travel."

"Legolas! Amir! It might help if you would pay attention. You just might see that we're surrounded." Lomien interrupted.

"I've never seen an elf who would let his senses go while talking to a human." Spat the Imladris elf.

"I would say that you've not spoken with the boy." Legolas snapped.

"It seems so. What is your business at Imladris?" The elf spoke.

"The boy needs to speak with Elrond and Mithrandir if he is here." Lomien responded.

"Is that true boy?"

"Yes sir." Amir said.

"What is it you need to speak with him about?" Another elf spoke

"It is too complicated to be said in a few words. Thranduil would not have sent us if it were a petty thing. He also needs tending to his wounds. We're not able to handle his injury. Please, we need to reach Imladris as soon as possible." Lomien said to the surrounding elves.

"Elrohir, I think that we should let them pass. After all, they are friends. It is good to see you again Legolas. I hope that you are not here over troubling matters. Lomien, I've not seen you for a long time. It is good to see you as well." One of the elves said speaking to the threesome.

"Elladan, are you sure about the boy? We don't know who he is." Spoke Elrohir.

"I'm sure. He is with Mirkwood's Prince. I assume that Thranduil trusts the boy and that is why he sent his son with him." Elladan replied.

Amir was uncomfortable. He felt worse than when he had first met Lomien. These elves seemed ready to take his life. Lomien had only threatened him. He was almost ready to turn Gringolet around ride away for his life but he felt stuck. The Imladris elves would never let him get away.

"Who are you boy?" Elrohir questioned.

"I'm Amir, son of Arthur and Guinivere. I come from Camelot in the kingdom of the Britons." Amir said shakily while trying to keep his composure. He didn't want to appear nervous.

"I've never heard of Camelot or the Britons." Elrohir said suspiciously.

"It doesn't matter now Elrohir. We should let our father handle this situation. That is why they came in the first place."

The surrounding elves dispersed except for Elladan who decided to officially escort the three riders to Imladris. Amir just shivered in the heat of the day. He wasn't feeling too well. He had been shot several days earlier and he hadn't felt anything until now. It was a feeling making him sick.

"You were quite humble back there. What changed?" Legolas whispered in Amir's ear.

"I didn't want to cause a lot problems like when I came to Mirkwood." He said before passing unconscious on the horse.