Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings isn't mine and never will be. King Arthur is
not up for sale. So I don't own anything about him or his knights. I do own
Lomien and any other original characters in this story. So I'm poor and not
making anything off of this. So please don't sue 'cause if you did I
wouldn't be able to pay you.
Please R/R. It would make me so happy.
Two months passed quietly by as Amir recovered and returned to what could be called a normal routine. He learned to read and write both sindarin and quenya. Many of the elves were surprised to see just how fast he learned. But Amir was not a normal boy and the elves knew that from the start of things. Mithrandir left Imladris for a while to tend to other business that he had and returned as quickly as possible. Legolas and Lomien finally knew their young friend and the three spent many hours together with Elladan and Elrohir. It was about this time that the elves from Lothlorien and Mirkwood arrived.
Amir waited in Elrond's study to be introduced to the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien. He insisted that introduction be private because of his shyness. He had met Thranduil privately the first time and he wanted to meet Celeborn and Galadriel the same way. Turning around to face the door, he saw the Lord and Lady looking straight into his eyes. But it was Lady Galadriel that gave him more curiosity.
"You must be the boy that Elrond spoke of. Do not fear us. We are here to help. Your redemption is close little one. It is very close." He felt her word penetrating his soul. She did not speak with her lips; she spoke with her mind.
"Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel. I'm pleased to meet you and I mean that sincerely. It is encouraging to know that there are others in the world that are willing to help the littlest of people." Amir said politely.
"You are not fully human. I can sense it in the air. It seems that you are closer in being to the Lord of Imladris than a human." Celeborn said sternly.
"You're right sir. I am part fairy. Because of that, I'm immortal in a similar way that you are except I can get sick. But I always recover."
"Amir, you have much to tell us. Many rumors fly around Imladris. It seems that you are not fully understood." Said Galadriel.
"Right again my Lady. It is very difficult to tell my story to everyone I meet. That is why I'm going to tell it in full to the counsel. Though it will be very long."
"Everyone there will be listening. I would advise you to give us details that you may not have mentioned before." Celeborn added.
Amir escorted them out to their rooms to be polite. His focus was on the coming days when his fate would be decided. Living with the elves was peaceful but it made him miss the old days of the tournaments and tales the knights would tell at nightly feasts. He had been raised to be a crown prince but now he felt he was the servant. Perhaps that was what Myrddin wanted him to do? Amir didn't know.
Celeborn was clouded with thoughts of his recent introduction to the boy who was called Amir. He was a polite young child with several years ahead of him. But there was a warrior and savior in him. It was easy to see in the trained eye. Celeborn's long years had given him the sight into this matter. Amir was a true prince among people. This was a boy who would be a leader among men and elves.
Galadriel came to her husband with the same thoughts. They shared their feelings more intimately than most couples. It was the only way to properly rule Lothlorien and keep it as safe as it was. Lorien was a beautiful place untouched by the darkness. Amir was the breath of fresh that they had waited for. He was untainted by Sauron and could not be corrupted. He had proven it in his dealings with Lancelot and especially Mordred. For such a young child, Amir was wise beyond his 13 years. It was good Middle Earth to have him. Tomorrow was judgment day. She only hoped that the boy would be ready for the task at hand.
Imladris was more quiet than usual that night. A hush of worry had befallen the small city. They had loved the boy and did not want their new prince to be harmed. It was all a matter of time before fate played her part in this story.
Morning came and Amir was up early remembering Thranduil's words, 'I don't like tardiness if it can be helped.' It would be nice to see the King of Mirkwood again. He had proven to be a good ally and friend. Thranduil had amazingly treated him like an equal and not as a little child. Celeborn and Galadriel seemed nice enough. Both were wise and kind. He couldn't help but think that they were the closest things to Camelot that he had found yet. Galadriel had the grace that ladies of Camelot had held before the chaos. Celeborn was polite like Sir Galahad. Galahad was the perfect knight; he had been polite, merciful, loyal, just, compassionate, loving, and handsome. He had shown chivalry in its true form and perhaps that was why he had found the Grail and died after seeing it. Supposedly, the grail was such a mighty sight that once seeing it a person had no reason to fear death and simply asked to die then. That had been Galahad's fate. It was a fate did not bother Amir one bit. Amir had thought that to die in such a way would be the most glorious way of dieing. Suddenly Amir knew what he wanted. He wanted to have the attitude of Galahad. He would show Middle Earth Galahad's chivalry. It was the way to quell things. That was it; he knew how he would act on his quest.
Elrond entered the counsel room where everyone was gathering. He had Amir sitting on his right side. It was the only place fit for a future king. The circle was wide and filled with elves from every kingdom belonging to them. He looked around to find everyone staring at the boy. It was time to speak his truth. And so Amir began to speak.
Please R/R. It would make me so happy.
Two months passed quietly by as Amir recovered and returned to what could be called a normal routine. He learned to read and write both sindarin and quenya. Many of the elves were surprised to see just how fast he learned. But Amir was not a normal boy and the elves knew that from the start of things. Mithrandir left Imladris for a while to tend to other business that he had and returned as quickly as possible. Legolas and Lomien finally knew their young friend and the three spent many hours together with Elladan and Elrohir. It was about this time that the elves from Lothlorien and Mirkwood arrived.
Amir waited in Elrond's study to be introduced to the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien. He insisted that introduction be private because of his shyness. He had met Thranduil privately the first time and he wanted to meet Celeborn and Galadriel the same way. Turning around to face the door, he saw the Lord and Lady looking straight into his eyes. But it was Lady Galadriel that gave him more curiosity.
"You must be the boy that Elrond spoke of. Do not fear us. We are here to help. Your redemption is close little one. It is very close." He felt her word penetrating his soul. She did not speak with her lips; she spoke with her mind.
"Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel. I'm pleased to meet you and I mean that sincerely. It is encouraging to know that there are others in the world that are willing to help the littlest of people." Amir said politely.
"You are not fully human. I can sense it in the air. It seems that you are closer in being to the Lord of Imladris than a human." Celeborn said sternly.
"You're right sir. I am part fairy. Because of that, I'm immortal in a similar way that you are except I can get sick. But I always recover."
"Amir, you have much to tell us. Many rumors fly around Imladris. It seems that you are not fully understood." Said Galadriel.
"Right again my Lady. It is very difficult to tell my story to everyone I meet. That is why I'm going to tell it in full to the counsel. Though it will be very long."
"Everyone there will be listening. I would advise you to give us details that you may not have mentioned before." Celeborn added.
Amir escorted them out to their rooms to be polite. His focus was on the coming days when his fate would be decided. Living with the elves was peaceful but it made him miss the old days of the tournaments and tales the knights would tell at nightly feasts. He had been raised to be a crown prince but now he felt he was the servant. Perhaps that was what Myrddin wanted him to do? Amir didn't know.
Celeborn was clouded with thoughts of his recent introduction to the boy who was called Amir. He was a polite young child with several years ahead of him. But there was a warrior and savior in him. It was easy to see in the trained eye. Celeborn's long years had given him the sight into this matter. Amir was a true prince among people. This was a boy who would be a leader among men and elves.
Galadriel came to her husband with the same thoughts. They shared their feelings more intimately than most couples. It was the only way to properly rule Lothlorien and keep it as safe as it was. Lorien was a beautiful place untouched by the darkness. Amir was the breath of fresh that they had waited for. He was untainted by Sauron and could not be corrupted. He had proven it in his dealings with Lancelot and especially Mordred. For such a young child, Amir was wise beyond his 13 years. It was good Middle Earth to have him. Tomorrow was judgment day. She only hoped that the boy would be ready for the task at hand.
Imladris was more quiet than usual that night. A hush of worry had befallen the small city. They had loved the boy and did not want their new prince to be harmed. It was all a matter of time before fate played her part in this story.
Morning came and Amir was up early remembering Thranduil's words, 'I don't like tardiness if it can be helped.' It would be nice to see the King of Mirkwood again. He had proven to be a good ally and friend. Thranduil had amazingly treated him like an equal and not as a little child. Celeborn and Galadriel seemed nice enough. Both were wise and kind. He couldn't help but think that they were the closest things to Camelot that he had found yet. Galadriel had the grace that ladies of Camelot had held before the chaos. Celeborn was polite like Sir Galahad. Galahad was the perfect knight; he had been polite, merciful, loyal, just, compassionate, loving, and handsome. He had shown chivalry in its true form and perhaps that was why he had found the Grail and died after seeing it. Supposedly, the grail was such a mighty sight that once seeing it a person had no reason to fear death and simply asked to die then. That had been Galahad's fate. It was a fate did not bother Amir one bit. Amir had thought that to die in such a way would be the most glorious way of dieing. Suddenly Amir knew what he wanted. He wanted to have the attitude of Galahad. He would show Middle Earth Galahad's chivalry. It was the way to quell things. That was it; he knew how he would act on his quest.
Elrond entered the counsel room where everyone was gathering. He had Amir sitting on his right side. It was the only place fit for a future king. The circle was wide and filled with elves from every kingdom belonging to them. He looked around to find everyone staring at the boy. It was time to speak his truth. And so Amir began to speak.