Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. I have no claim to anything related to King Arthur. It's sad for me. But at least I can borrow them. That's the happy part.
A/N- Please R/R. It would make me so happy to hear from y'all. Ideas Wanted! The only reward I can give you is putting it in the story and giving you credit. I hope that's okay.
Gringolet halted when he felt the weight of his rider fully lain across his back. The horse had been in the service of Sir Gawain and knew when a bad situation happened. There had been several times when Gringolet had to carry an injured Gawain back to Camelot and Amir was no different. But this time was different; the horse had no way of going to Camelot so he froze in place with his rider still on top.
Legolas watched as the horse stood confused. Oddly, it was a look on a horse that he had never seen before. He dismounted and tried to calm Gringolet. Lomien and Elladan came jumping to Legolas's side. But Gringolet refused to allow them to take Amir off his back. Every time they tried to pull Amir off, he would stir to leave the boy on. The horse was loyal to his rider and his rider alone. Gringolet caught a glimpse of Imladris in his sight and took off on a dead run. It wasn't Camelot but it was the only place to go.
The elves jumped on their horses in heat trying to catch up. Gringolet was faster and kept his pace at a constant. His pace was guaranteed by years of jousting, traveling, and time spent in battle.
"If I did not know better, I would say that horse is one of the mearas." Legolas said from the top of his horse.
"He does indeed resemble a mearas. What makes you say is not one of them?" Asked Elladan.
"Amir is not of this world. Nothing that he carries is from this world either." Lomien said racing down the hill after Gringolet.
"What do you mean he is not from this world?" Elladan questioned.
"You would be better to explain this Lomien. It was you who found him." Spoke Legolas.
"I didn't really find him. He just appeared."
"Appeared? I do not think I understand at all. Tell me more." Elladan said quite confused.
"I was patrolling the borders of Mirkwood on a very quiet day. There had been no orcs seen, incidents from the spiders, or anything to disturb us that day. It was a very good day. I thought there might be some surprise attack or some conspiracy. It was making me go mad. I had not let my guard down at all that day. Then all of a sudden a boy was standing below the tree. He had a sword on him and was standing beside a horse. I was shocked and was wondering if I was beginning to lose my senses. At first I thought that he was a genius boy from Rohan who had learned how to sneak up on elves. I questioned him like I do everyone who passes through Mirkwood. But he answered my questions funny like and so I took him to see King Thranduil. The king decided that the boy was trustworthy. However, he didn't feel like he could give the boy the right counsel and so he has sent us to have him speak with Elrond and Mithrandir if he is here." Lomien finished saying.
"You are in luck. Mithrandir is here. I'm sure that both he and my father will enjoy speaking with this boy." Elladan laughed.
"And we are lucky that the horse has settled in Imladris. I believe that we can stop. I think that Elrond with see that the boy is injured and will care to him and the horse." Legolas replied to the two elves beside him.
All of Imladris was thrown to a clatter when Gringolet came galloping into the courtyard of the last homely house. Elrond came down the stairs with Mithrandir right after him. They both looked at the odd boy lying on the horse's back whose sword was glittering in a brilliant golden rainbow. The horse stood firm as if he expected someone to come and help his rider. This is exactly what the horse intended to happen.
Mithrandir walked to the horse's side to look at the boy. He was odd looking in the way that he dressed. And there was a look of hopelessness and loneliness etched on his face. The sword was a unique item in that he had never seen one like it. Next, Mithrandir noticed the wound in the shoulder was bleeding and in it was an elven arrow.
The first thing that Elrond saw on the boy was the wound to his shoulder. It appeared to be severe and several days old. There could be no waiting. He had to be tended as quickly as possible. One thing was for sure, the horse wasn't moving until the boy was cared for. That was a very clever horse.
Amir felt reassuring arms begin to lift him from Gringolet's back. He looked up at the compassionate eyes of the man that was holding him. He turned his head slightly and saw many elves looking at him. There were many she-elves among them. But in his delusional state they looked like fairies. One of men around and one on the women appeared to be people that he knew. Two words began to escape his mouth.
"Myrddin? Ninnive?" He said exhausted and everything disappeared in to darkness.
"He has a raging fever. I need to take him upstairs immediately. Mithrandir, it would help if you could allow me to be alone with the boy by keeping people away." Said Elrond.
"I'll be sure to keep your wishes. The sooner he recovers, the sooner we will know just who he is. I'm very curious already. Now go. I will keep an eye out for your sons." Mithrandir replied.
Elrond took the boy upstairs and laid him on a soft feather bed. He was concerned over the boy's health. The puzzling thing was the elven arrow that was still in the boy's shoulder. What elf would have shot him? If he had been shot by an elf, why did he come to an elven home?
Elrond looked at the boy as he fell into convulsions from the angry fever. After the seizing stopped, Elrond took the short blade in his hand and began to slowly cut away flesh around the wound so he could remove the arrow. He cut very carefully being sure not to damage or slice anything unneeded. After he was able to remove the arrow safely, he sewed the fleshy hole closed and applied several herbs before wrapping the shoulder in a clean bandage. He placed the boy's arm in a sling as well so that the wound wouldn't reopen if the boy moved his arm. As for the fever, only time would tell. He hoped that the boy would live.
Legolas, Lomien, and Elladan came down the path into Imladris where they first noticed an elf caring for a very stubborn Gringolet who did not want his hooves cleaned. It was a very silly sight but was able to give a small comfort to the Mirkwood elves that were still concerned about the little prince's condition. Legolas and Lomien rode silently into Imladris where Mithrandir greeted them.
"Legolas, Lomien; what brings you to Imladris at this time?" He asked.
"We came with a human boy. I see that his horse has already delivered him to you." Lomien responded to the question.
"How is he Mithrandir? I need to know." Legolas pleaded.
"Elrond is caring for him now. He does not wish to be disturbed. But, why are you so anxious to know how he is? I would think that you have patience and competence in Lord Elrond's healing abilities." Mithrandir replied.
"I shot him. It was an accident. I swear on my honor. It happened during an orc attack. He got in the way and I let loose of my bow. He killed the evil pest at least. But I never wanted him hurt. My father made me take a vow to protect him and I was the one who shot him. It's confusing for me Mithrandir." Legolas said exasperated at himself.
"So how is this boy is important?" Mithrandir asked.
"He is the reason that we came. And I now believe that somehow, this boy is tied to the fate of the elves and all of Arda." Lomien stated firmly.
A/N- Please R/R. It would make me so happy to hear from y'all. Ideas Wanted! The only reward I can give you is putting it in the story and giving you credit. I hope that's okay.
Gringolet halted when he felt the weight of his rider fully lain across his back. The horse had been in the service of Sir Gawain and knew when a bad situation happened. There had been several times when Gringolet had to carry an injured Gawain back to Camelot and Amir was no different. But this time was different; the horse had no way of going to Camelot so he froze in place with his rider still on top.
Legolas watched as the horse stood confused. Oddly, it was a look on a horse that he had never seen before. He dismounted and tried to calm Gringolet. Lomien and Elladan came jumping to Legolas's side. But Gringolet refused to allow them to take Amir off his back. Every time they tried to pull Amir off, he would stir to leave the boy on. The horse was loyal to his rider and his rider alone. Gringolet caught a glimpse of Imladris in his sight and took off on a dead run. It wasn't Camelot but it was the only place to go.
The elves jumped on their horses in heat trying to catch up. Gringolet was faster and kept his pace at a constant. His pace was guaranteed by years of jousting, traveling, and time spent in battle.
"If I did not know better, I would say that horse is one of the mearas." Legolas said from the top of his horse.
"He does indeed resemble a mearas. What makes you say is not one of them?" Asked Elladan.
"Amir is not of this world. Nothing that he carries is from this world either." Lomien said racing down the hill after Gringolet.
"What do you mean he is not from this world?" Elladan questioned.
"You would be better to explain this Lomien. It was you who found him." Spoke Legolas.
"I didn't really find him. He just appeared."
"Appeared? I do not think I understand at all. Tell me more." Elladan said quite confused.
"I was patrolling the borders of Mirkwood on a very quiet day. There had been no orcs seen, incidents from the spiders, or anything to disturb us that day. It was a very good day. I thought there might be some surprise attack or some conspiracy. It was making me go mad. I had not let my guard down at all that day. Then all of a sudden a boy was standing below the tree. He had a sword on him and was standing beside a horse. I was shocked and was wondering if I was beginning to lose my senses. At first I thought that he was a genius boy from Rohan who had learned how to sneak up on elves. I questioned him like I do everyone who passes through Mirkwood. But he answered my questions funny like and so I took him to see King Thranduil. The king decided that the boy was trustworthy. However, he didn't feel like he could give the boy the right counsel and so he has sent us to have him speak with Elrond and Mithrandir if he is here." Lomien finished saying.
"You are in luck. Mithrandir is here. I'm sure that both he and my father will enjoy speaking with this boy." Elladan laughed.
"And we are lucky that the horse has settled in Imladris. I believe that we can stop. I think that Elrond with see that the boy is injured and will care to him and the horse." Legolas replied to the two elves beside him.
All of Imladris was thrown to a clatter when Gringolet came galloping into the courtyard of the last homely house. Elrond came down the stairs with Mithrandir right after him. They both looked at the odd boy lying on the horse's back whose sword was glittering in a brilliant golden rainbow. The horse stood firm as if he expected someone to come and help his rider. This is exactly what the horse intended to happen.
Mithrandir walked to the horse's side to look at the boy. He was odd looking in the way that he dressed. And there was a look of hopelessness and loneliness etched on his face. The sword was a unique item in that he had never seen one like it. Next, Mithrandir noticed the wound in the shoulder was bleeding and in it was an elven arrow.
The first thing that Elrond saw on the boy was the wound to his shoulder. It appeared to be severe and several days old. There could be no waiting. He had to be tended as quickly as possible. One thing was for sure, the horse wasn't moving until the boy was cared for. That was a very clever horse.
Amir felt reassuring arms begin to lift him from Gringolet's back. He looked up at the compassionate eyes of the man that was holding him. He turned his head slightly and saw many elves looking at him. There were many she-elves among them. But in his delusional state they looked like fairies. One of men around and one on the women appeared to be people that he knew. Two words began to escape his mouth.
"Myrddin? Ninnive?" He said exhausted and everything disappeared in to darkness.
"He has a raging fever. I need to take him upstairs immediately. Mithrandir, it would help if you could allow me to be alone with the boy by keeping people away." Said Elrond.
"I'll be sure to keep your wishes. The sooner he recovers, the sooner we will know just who he is. I'm very curious already. Now go. I will keep an eye out for your sons." Mithrandir replied.
Elrond took the boy upstairs and laid him on a soft feather bed. He was concerned over the boy's health. The puzzling thing was the elven arrow that was still in the boy's shoulder. What elf would have shot him? If he had been shot by an elf, why did he come to an elven home?
Elrond looked at the boy as he fell into convulsions from the angry fever. After the seizing stopped, Elrond took the short blade in his hand and began to slowly cut away flesh around the wound so he could remove the arrow. He cut very carefully being sure not to damage or slice anything unneeded. After he was able to remove the arrow safely, he sewed the fleshy hole closed and applied several herbs before wrapping the shoulder in a clean bandage. He placed the boy's arm in a sling as well so that the wound wouldn't reopen if the boy moved his arm. As for the fever, only time would tell. He hoped that the boy would live.
Legolas, Lomien, and Elladan came down the path into Imladris where they first noticed an elf caring for a very stubborn Gringolet who did not want his hooves cleaned. It was a very silly sight but was able to give a small comfort to the Mirkwood elves that were still concerned about the little prince's condition. Legolas and Lomien rode silently into Imladris where Mithrandir greeted them.
"Legolas, Lomien; what brings you to Imladris at this time?" He asked.
"We came with a human boy. I see that his horse has already delivered him to you." Lomien responded to the question.
"How is he Mithrandir? I need to know." Legolas pleaded.
"Elrond is caring for him now. He does not wish to be disturbed. But, why are you so anxious to know how he is? I would think that you have patience and competence in Lord Elrond's healing abilities." Mithrandir replied.
"I shot him. It was an accident. I swear on my honor. It happened during an orc attack. He got in the way and I let loose of my bow. He killed the evil pest at least. But I never wanted him hurt. My father made me take a vow to protect him and I was the one who shot him. It's confusing for me Mithrandir." Legolas said exasperated at himself.
"So how is this boy is important?" Mithrandir asked.
"He is the reason that we came. And I now believe that somehow, this boy is tied to the fate of the elves and all of Arda." Lomien stated firmly.