Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or King Arthur or anything in reference to him. It doesn't matter what I say I still don't own them.

The King Arthur movie was good. But I don't like the way they portray Guinivere as being warrior like. You won't find that in the legends and so they messed it up but it was still good no matter what. A different twist on a great story.

The council had finally come to a decision on Amir's fate. He was feeling very nervous at what they might decide. His life rested in their hands. Whatever their decision was, it would be followed through. Amir swore on life that he would allow them to make the decisions for him on the big conflicts.

As he was called back to face the council, Amir looked around the buildings sadly only wanting to go home. Imladris reminded him painfully of Camelot, his home. Camelot had been the proud capitol of Briton. It was the place where the tournaments were held along with all of the major holiday feasts and festivals. The chapel was only 200 feet away from the castle. It had been the place of many memorable Christmas and Easter masses. The chapel was also the place where his father had declared that the quest for the Holy Grail was to begin. He remembered the stables behind the kitchens where all of the large animals were kept. It had been full of horses, cows, sheep, and the holiday donkey that was used for the Christmas and Easter pageants. Papa had prided himself in only having the best. Then there was the castle that was his home and place of birth.

It had taken years before his mother was finally able to have a child. She only had one baby. That baby had been Amir himself. He was considered a miracle child because of the trouble that had gone into his birth. Mama spent several days in labor before Amir was finally born and then he had come out blue in the face. Everyone had thought him stillborn before he suddenly screamed much to the relief of his mother. Amir was christened the first Sunday after his birth. The years had passed and he grew up.

When he was ten, Papa had allowed him to become a part time guard to his bedchambers. It hadn't lasted long though. Eight months later just after his eleventh birthday was when the chaos began. Myrddin and Papa had agreed for Amir to be taken away for the safety of the kingdom. If Arthur died then his son could take his place as king. It was painful to be taken from his family. Mama was long gone, his half-brother dead, and Papa was off to war. The scabbard of Excalibur had been stolen which meant that Papa was vulnerable to wounds. Amir could very easily lose everyone he loved. In the end Myrddin was left to comfort him. Now he was gone too.

Amir had clung to the elves he knew now. He loved Elrond dearly; Lomien, Legolas, and the twins were like brothers to him. Fate was ready to play itself out.

The doors of the council room opened and everyone was seated quietly. His face looked confused as he thought they would be ready to burst out talking about the verdict. He didn't know what the council members had been thinking. Fear was almost ready to overwhelm him.

"Welcome back little one. Do not worry. You will be peaceful soon enough." He heard a voice speaking in his head. It was Lady Galadriel.

"We've made our decision. I have agreed with the council to the final compromise. You will be taken to Lothlorien for a few months to recover mindfully from the pain. It will help. Then you will return to Imladris and head back to Mirkwood where you were found in the first place. From there you will be taken east. We believe that there is a darkness forming there that maybe stronger than that of Sauron. Hopefully, you are the prophesized child who will defeat it. That is the only explanation we can come to you." Elrond announced.

"Are you willing to follow through with this plan?" Thranduil asked.

"I am sir. It was always my intentions to do whatever it was you asked of me. But what is this prophecy?" Amir replied.

"If it is true than you will see it out. The prophesy simply said that a mysterious child would come from nowhere to the forests of Mirkwood with a troubled mind. He would rest from his pain and go unto the east to defeat the evil that awaits him there. The child is the chosen one of the Valar. It is also said in the prophecy that the chosen one would be sent from another place by the wisest man he knew. You seem to fit the description quite well little one." Celeborn said.

"I never thought I could be so important. Are you sure I'm the chosen one?"

"Who else could it be? You will decide the fate of Middle Earth alone in the end. But I must warn you that if you defeat this unknown darkness, Sauron will still return." Lomien responded.

"Then I accept the challenge."

"This is your greatest hour Amir son of Arthur. Do not waste it or let anyone down. Your quest is about to begin." Elrond told him proudly.

Two weeks later Amir left with a group of elves to Lothlorien. The journey was uneventful and quiet. He would rest before the hard part was to begin.