Disclaimer: I can dig myself to china, crawl on my hands and knees across the continent, beg all I want, but I will never own Lord of the Rings or anything belonging to Tolkein. I also do not own King Arthur or anything in reference to him. That means I don't own Amir. Sniffles and Cries. So I'm going to borrow them. Don't sue me. I'm not stealing anything. Please no jail time either.
A/N: Keep reviewing. I like writing this story. But I need to know how much you want me to continue. Flaming is welcome 'cause you won't hurt my feelings at all. This is pre-fellowship. King Arthur legends and LOTR rule! I'm going to see King Arthur on July 7! Yippee. Eigr is the original welsh name for Igraine who is Arthur's mom. So on with the story.
"Lomien, would you care to explain your beliefs?" Mithrandir asked feeling very puzzled. He rarely felt as confused about something like he did right now.
"It is very odd for a boy to appear suddenly before your eyes. It is only made more complicated when he says that he was sent to complete a quest. A quest that he knows nothing about. I believe that would he is crucial to our current situation with Sauron. My beliefs are only a very strong hunch. But I feel that my hunch is very true." Lomien explained briefly.
"It would seem logical that he is important in our struggle against darkness. He has seen a lot of violence himself. His home is under a lot of stress. Middle earth is much safer for him. I'm sure of that." Legolas stated.
"I will need to speak with him after he recovers. That is of course, if he lives." Said Mithrandir.
Legolas laughed silently to himself. He had a feeling that he was the only one Amir had told about his immortality. It was a complicated immortality between fairies and humans. Amir could get sick, but he would always recover. A mortal wound was the only way he could die. He explained that his father was sleeping until he was needed again. An immortal sleep. That was a funny thought. Legolas couldn't help but wonder if elves existed in Amir's world. There was so much that he wanted to learn about the boy.
Elrond stayed by the boy's bed holding his hand. He seemed so alone and small in the large bed. The boy couldn't be more than 12 or 13 he thought. Yet, he was clad like a warrior and had a great sword that showed signs of being used in an orc hunt. His horse was well muscled and a great runner. The horse was a lot like the great mearas. Elrond looked down at the boy whose fever was starting drop much to his relief. He felt that the boy might live after all.
The sword glinted in the light again and drew Elrond's attention. It was inscribed in some strange language, it had a gold hilt where a small orange gem sat in the middle. The blade itself was made of something even stronger than mithril. It was unbreakable in its silver luster. It glittered in a rainbow of color that bragged about its owner. Why would such a young boy own such a powerful blade? Just who was this boy?
Elladan began his ride back to the borders where his brother had remained. Why hadn't Lomien and Legolas used the lad's name? Was there some kind of secret behind him? The two Mirkwood elves obviously were protective of the child and guarded his secrets quite closely. Elladan felt that they had held back several details from Mithrandir. Why would they do that? The boy was a puzzle.
"Elladan, it is good to see that you've returned to us. Tell me, what do you know about the child?" Elrohir asked.
"I don't know much at all. Lomien and Legolas seem to be holding back. They are very careful about what they say. They haven't even used his name in any conversations. But it seems that the boy comes from a very chaotic situation. It was not explained. Thranduil trusts the boy and so does his son. I have a feeling that the boy may be important in his own right." Elladan said.
"Estel's identity is held in secret from a lot of people. Do you think that they may be hiding something about the boy?" Elrohir asked again.
"It is the best explanation that can be thought of right now. But let's not worry about it. I shall leave the problem to Ada and Mithrandir."
"I will too. But it still does not quiet my curiosity. I'm very suspicious of the boy. Something about him is not right. I felt that from the moment I saw him. It is hard for me to sit in the dust and not know what is going on."
"I know Elrohir. But we must be patient. He will be revealed to us soon." Elladan replied.
Four days passed and Elrond still sat at Amir's bed in a constant vigil. He had not allowed anyone in the room. The boy's fever had broken and his wound was healing on time. It should only be a matter of time before he woke up. But still, Elrond would not budge from his vigil. He wanted to be there when the boy woke up from his coma. There were so many questions he wished to ask him, but knew he would have to hold back.
Amir felt another hand holding his arm. It felt like a strong but calm hand. He had became an expert with hands after so much turmoil, he knew a friendly hand from a hating hand. Groggily, he began to open his eyes and stared into the face of an elf. It was a kind face like one he hadn't seen since he last saw his mother. His mama may have had an affair with Lancelot, but he loved her same. Her green eyes could light up the room in an instant and her blonde hair often reminded him of angel stories she told him at night. He felt that she still loved his father, but with him being gone so long it was easy for her to fall into another man's seductions. It wasn't her fault; it was Lancelot's fault. He had saved his mother from being executed but she had come back to Arthur. The past two years never would have happened if Lancelot could have only stayed away from Guinivere. Curse Lancelot! But Amir turned his attention back to the elf. The elf held his hand and showed true concern for him. That expression of concern was just what his father had showed when Sir Cliges had accidentally pushed him out of the second tower window when he was six. Papa had come home as fast as he could when he heard news of the fall. His papa stayed with him at his side for three days straight without food or water. It hurt him to think of his parents being gone.
Elrond could see that the boy was in a lot of emotional pain. It was pain that he couldn't see past. It would take time for the healing to begin. Then there was a look of confusion on the child's face.
"Where am I?" the boy asked.
"You are in Imladris little one. You had a very serious wound in your shoulder. My name is Elrond and I am lord of Imladris. It might help if I knew your name and who you are." Elrond said commandingly and then saw the look of fear in the boy's eyes. The child seemed somewhat paranoid.
"Yes sir. My name is Amir. Thranduil said that I should talk to you when I got here. He said something about you being able to give me better counsel. I don't mean to hurt anyone, sir. Please don't do anything to me." Amir stuttered.
"I'm sorry if I scared you with the way I spoke. I don't normally have young human boys come riding unconscious into my home. I will speak with you if you're willing to tell me the whole story about yourself and where you come from."
"Lineage included?"
"It might help to know."
"The whole story is a very long story. I don't know if you want to hear it. I can give you a condensed story that will still be long."
"We have plenty of time to hear the whole story. No one will interrupt us because I ordered everyone to stay away from here. And don't sit up so fast. You could hurt yourself. Let me help." Elrond said while helping Amir to sit up properly.
"I already told you that my name is Amir. I'm the son of the High King Arthur Pendragon and his wife Guinivere. My papa is the king of the Britons. He is the son of Uther Pendragon and Eigr . Uther was the brother of king of Ambrosius Aurelianus . They were the sons of Constantine Waredwr and the fairy Gwendol. Together the brothers overthrew the evil King Vortigen. Ambrosius was king first and after he died childless, Uther came to the throne." Amir started to explain.
"Keep talking Amir. I'm listening." Elrond said quite interested already.
Amir continued telling the story of how his father was born, came to power by pulling the sword out of the stone an on and on. He told the stories of the knights and his father's quests, battles, failures, and accomplishments. But when he came to telling the story of the last two years, he felt reluctant to tell it but he continued anyways. Then he talked about Camlann and began his story of how he came to Middle Earth.
"And so Myrddin sent me here. I appeared before Lomien who questioned me and then took me to King Thranduil. He listened to me and decided I would be better off coming here to talk with you and Mithrandir. On our way here, we ran into some orcs. I started fighting and then Legolas and Lomien came to help me. There was one last orc standing, Legolas aimed but I got in the way. I killed the pest but he ended up shooting me. We traveled on and met up with some of your elves that didn't like me. We were allowed to continue and Elladan escorted us. I must've went unconscious and then I woke up here." Amir said finally finishing a tale that he taken several hours to tell.
"You have a very fascinating story little one. I will leave you in peace to sleep. But there will be no visitors for a few more days. Sleep well. I'll see you in the morning."
Elrond left the room and went to speak with Mithrandir, Legolas, and Lomien. Amir was an incredible young man with a very long history. He still had many secrets about him.
"Lord Elrond! How is Amir?" Legolas questioned anxiously.
"He is fine. But I find that he is a very stressed child. I believe that he will be important to us against Sauron. He has dealt with an evil like him already. The evil was different but just as strong. I can see it in his eyes. Mordred was a demon child. He ruined the Britons. Mithrandir, I think that you need to speak with him in the morning. It would help him to see you. You would probably be comfort to the boy. His description of Myrddin is very similar to you. In the meantime, I would like for Legolas and Lomien to stay. I'm sending riders to Lothlorien and Mirkwood right as we speak. There is need for a counsel of elves. I hope that you two would be willing to represent Mirkwood, but I also want Thranduil here. I hope that Galadriel and Celeborn will come in person. His appearance is very troubling and hopeful to me." Said Elrond.
"We will stay my lord. Amir is the most important issue right now." Lomien said quickly.
"Indeed. I think I will enjoy speaking to the boy." Mithrandir replied.
Amir felt at peace in Imladris. He could almost call Elrond papa already. He seemed to understand Amir quite well.
Elrond felt that a counsel of elves was appropriate for this event. Amir was something big. He was big in a mystery. He had a crucial part in Arda's future. The lord of Imladris felt that Amir did not know just how strong he was. The boy was a gift of the Valar and of Myrddin. Elrond did not know the boy's part of fate but knew it was important.
A/N: Keep reviewing. I like writing this story. But I need to know how much you want me to continue. Flaming is welcome 'cause you won't hurt my feelings at all. This is pre-fellowship. King Arthur legends and LOTR rule! I'm going to see King Arthur on July 7! Yippee. Eigr is the original welsh name for Igraine who is Arthur's mom. So on with the story.
"Lomien, would you care to explain your beliefs?" Mithrandir asked feeling very puzzled. He rarely felt as confused about something like he did right now.
"It is very odd for a boy to appear suddenly before your eyes. It is only made more complicated when he says that he was sent to complete a quest. A quest that he knows nothing about. I believe that would he is crucial to our current situation with Sauron. My beliefs are only a very strong hunch. But I feel that my hunch is very true." Lomien explained briefly.
"It would seem logical that he is important in our struggle against darkness. He has seen a lot of violence himself. His home is under a lot of stress. Middle earth is much safer for him. I'm sure of that." Legolas stated.
"I will need to speak with him after he recovers. That is of course, if he lives." Said Mithrandir.
Legolas laughed silently to himself. He had a feeling that he was the only one Amir had told about his immortality. It was a complicated immortality between fairies and humans. Amir could get sick, but he would always recover. A mortal wound was the only way he could die. He explained that his father was sleeping until he was needed again. An immortal sleep. That was a funny thought. Legolas couldn't help but wonder if elves existed in Amir's world. There was so much that he wanted to learn about the boy.
Elrond stayed by the boy's bed holding his hand. He seemed so alone and small in the large bed. The boy couldn't be more than 12 or 13 he thought. Yet, he was clad like a warrior and had a great sword that showed signs of being used in an orc hunt. His horse was well muscled and a great runner. The horse was a lot like the great mearas. Elrond looked down at the boy whose fever was starting drop much to his relief. He felt that the boy might live after all.
The sword glinted in the light again and drew Elrond's attention. It was inscribed in some strange language, it had a gold hilt where a small orange gem sat in the middle. The blade itself was made of something even stronger than mithril. It was unbreakable in its silver luster. It glittered in a rainbow of color that bragged about its owner. Why would such a young boy own such a powerful blade? Just who was this boy?
Elladan began his ride back to the borders where his brother had remained. Why hadn't Lomien and Legolas used the lad's name? Was there some kind of secret behind him? The two Mirkwood elves obviously were protective of the child and guarded his secrets quite closely. Elladan felt that they had held back several details from Mithrandir. Why would they do that? The boy was a puzzle.
"Elladan, it is good to see that you've returned to us. Tell me, what do you know about the child?" Elrohir asked.
"I don't know much at all. Lomien and Legolas seem to be holding back. They are very careful about what they say. They haven't even used his name in any conversations. But it seems that the boy comes from a very chaotic situation. It was not explained. Thranduil trusts the boy and so does his son. I have a feeling that the boy may be important in his own right." Elladan said.
"Estel's identity is held in secret from a lot of people. Do you think that they may be hiding something about the boy?" Elrohir asked again.
"It is the best explanation that can be thought of right now. But let's not worry about it. I shall leave the problem to Ada and Mithrandir."
"I will too. But it still does not quiet my curiosity. I'm very suspicious of the boy. Something about him is not right. I felt that from the moment I saw him. It is hard for me to sit in the dust and not know what is going on."
"I know Elrohir. But we must be patient. He will be revealed to us soon." Elladan replied.
Four days passed and Elrond still sat at Amir's bed in a constant vigil. He had not allowed anyone in the room. The boy's fever had broken and his wound was healing on time. It should only be a matter of time before he woke up. But still, Elrond would not budge from his vigil. He wanted to be there when the boy woke up from his coma. There were so many questions he wished to ask him, but knew he would have to hold back.
Amir felt another hand holding his arm. It felt like a strong but calm hand. He had became an expert with hands after so much turmoil, he knew a friendly hand from a hating hand. Groggily, he began to open his eyes and stared into the face of an elf. It was a kind face like one he hadn't seen since he last saw his mother. His mama may have had an affair with Lancelot, but he loved her same. Her green eyes could light up the room in an instant and her blonde hair often reminded him of angel stories she told him at night. He felt that she still loved his father, but with him being gone so long it was easy for her to fall into another man's seductions. It wasn't her fault; it was Lancelot's fault. He had saved his mother from being executed but she had come back to Arthur. The past two years never would have happened if Lancelot could have only stayed away from Guinivere. Curse Lancelot! But Amir turned his attention back to the elf. The elf held his hand and showed true concern for him. That expression of concern was just what his father had showed when Sir Cliges had accidentally pushed him out of the second tower window when he was six. Papa had come home as fast as he could when he heard news of the fall. His papa stayed with him at his side for three days straight without food or water. It hurt him to think of his parents being gone.
Elrond could see that the boy was in a lot of emotional pain. It was pain that he couldn't see past. It would take time for the healing to begin. Then there was a look of confusion on the child's face.
"Where am I?" the boy asked.
"You are in Imladris little one. You had a very serious wound in your shoulder. My name is Elrond and I am lord of Imladris. It might help if I knew your name and who you are." Elrond said commandingly and then saw the look of fear in the boy's eyes. The child seemed somewhat paranoid.
"Yes sir. My name is Amir. Thranduil said that I should talk to you when I got here. He said something about you being able to give me better counsel. I don't mean to hurt anyone, sir. Please don't do anything to me." Amir stuttered.
"I'm sorry if I scared you with the way I spoke. I don't normally have young human boys come riding unconscious into my home. I will speak with you if you're willing to tell me the whole story about yourself and where you come from."
"Lineage included?"
"It might help to know."
"The whole story is a very long story. I don't know if you want to hear it. I can give you a condensed story that will still be long."
"We have plenty of time to hear the whole story. No one will interrupt us because I ordered everyone to stay away from here. And don't sit up so fast. You could hurt yourself. Let me help." Elrond said while helping Amir to sit up properly.
"I already told you that my name is Amir. I'm the son of the High King Arthur Pendragon and his wife Guinivere. My papa is the king of the Britons. He is the son of Uther Pendragon and Eigr . Uther was the brother of king of Ambrosius Aurelianus . They were the sons of Constantine Waredwr and the fairy Gwendol. Together the brothers overthrew the evil King Vortigen. Ambrosius was king first and after he died childless, Uther came to the throne." Amir started to explain.
"Keep talking Amir. I'm listening." Elrond said quite interested already.
Amir continued telling the story of how his father was born, came to power by pulling the sword out of the stone an on and on. He told the stories of the knights and his father's quests, battles, failures, and accomplishments. But when he came to telling the story of the last two years, he felt reluctant to tell it but he continued anyways. Then he talked about Camlann and began his story of how he came to Middle Earth.
"And so Myrddin sent me here. I appeared before Lomien who questioned me and then took me to King Thranduil. He listened to me and decided I would be better off coming here to talk with you and Mithrandir. On our way here, we ran into some orcs. I started fighting and then Legolas and Lomien came to help me. There was one last orc standing, Legolas aimed but I got in the way. I killed the pest but he ended up shooting me. We traveled on and met up with some of your elves that didn't like me. We were allowed to continue and Elladan escorted us. I must've went unconscious and then I woke up here." Amir said finally finishing a tale that he taken several hours to tell.
"You have a very fascinating story little one. I will leave you in peace to sleep. But there will be no visitors for a few more days. Sleep well. I'll see you in the morning."
Elrond left the room and went to speak with Mithrandir, Legolas, and Lomien. Amir was an incredible young man with a very long history. He still had many secrets about him.
"Lord Elrond! How is Amir?" Legolas questioned anxiously.
"He is fine. But I find that he is a very stressed child. I believe that he will be important to us against Sauron. He has dealt with an evil like him already. The evil was different but just as strong. I can see it in his eyes. Mordred was a demon child. He ruined the Britons. Mithrandir, I think that you need to speak with him in the morning. It would help him to see you. You would probably be comfort to the boy. His description of Myrddin is very similar to you. In the meantime, I would like for Legolas and Lomien to stay. I'm sending riders to Lothlorien and Mirkwood right as we speak. There is need for a counsel of elves. I hope that you two would be willing to represent Mirkwood, but I also want Thranduil here. I hope that Galadriel and Celeborn will come in person. His appearance is very troubling and hopeful to me." Said Elrond.
"We will stay my lord. Amir is the most important issue right now." Lomien said quickly.
"Indeed. I think I will enjoy speaking to the boy." Mithrandir replied.
Amir felt at peace in Imladris. He could almost call Elrond papa already. He seemed to understand Amir quite well.
Elrond felt that a counsel of elves was appropriate for this event. Amir was something big. He was big in a mystery. He had a crucial part in Arda's future. The lord of Imladris felt that Amir did not know just how strong he was. The boy was a gift of the Valar and of Myrddin. Elrond did not know the boy's part of fate but knew it was important.