Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or King Arthur. They belong to Tolkein and all of the legends created about them. So I'm not going to steal them. Okay, so please don't sue me. This is just fan fiction, not the real story.
2 years later
It had been true in what Elrond had said about Lothlorien. It had given him the peace of mind he had been missing for so long. Celeborn and Galadriel had treated him like their own child and they had become his foster parents. He loved the two elves dearly. He had felt the peace of the forest from the moment he stepped in to the forest. But now was the day that he would set out to meet his destiny.
The council had wanted Amir to grow up some before he went out to fight. They had seen it in his eyes when they met. Now he was 15 and ready to ride to the east. He met with Celeborn and started the long ride to Imladris where he would meet up with Lomien, Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir. They were to be his companions on his travels to the far east.
Gringolet hadn't aged under the care of the elves. It took months before Amir was finally willing to claim the horse as his own. Before then, he had always regarded Gringolet as being Sir Gawain's horse. Sir Gawain and his brothers had been his much older cousins who babied and played with him throughout his life before their tragic deaths.
"Amir, it is time to go. Do not waste anymore time." Celeborn scolded.
"I know sir. I'm all ready to leave. I just had to say goodbye to my home."
"It is always hard to leave this place behind. But come now. We must go."
And so the journey to Imladris began. Celeborn heard a strange rustling in the trees. He looked harder and noticed that it was a band of orcs riding on wargs. Amir noticed the familiar look of danger that he had seen in the Lord's eyes before. It was time for a little fight. This time, he would not get shot by and elf at least.
Caladbolg was quickly unsheathed and glinting hot red in the light. Amir wasted no time and soon gutted his first orc in two years. He turned and watched Celeborn whip out his bow and begin to shoot the orcs down one by one.
One of the stupid orcs lunged for Amir's horse and was quickly crunched on the ground by crushing the chest cavity. Gringolet was a big horse of course. Years of fighting in Briton had shaped him into the great beast that he was now. Nobody dared to make the horse angry for fear of his response. Even an elf could not know what he might do.
Celeborn turned and shot down the orcs just as fast as Amir slaughtered them with his sword. He had once asked the boy what the sword's name meant. He had simply replied, "hard lightning", and left it at that. The sword had become famous as being harder than mithril and seemed impossible to break unless used against Caladbolg. There was no match against that beautiful sword.
The fight did not last long against the warriors. Perhaps the orcs had learned their lesson as they retreated quickly back into the mountains. There would be no more attacks the rest of the journey.
"That was too easy. Why did they give up so quickly?" Amir asked.
"What would you do if you saw the sword that is sheathed on your side? It was glowing red like a fire. You swiped them out easily with it. Your sword is unlike anything seen before. Caladbolg has a personality of it's own. Have you seen it shine like the rainbow when in a good mood? That sword is special and its glowing is not the only strange thing about it. Until I saw Caladbolg, I had never been around any object that could break mithril. It is a mighty weapon and must be used carefully." Celeborn replied.
"Oh. That makes sense. I never thought of it that way. To me, my sword is no greater than Exalibur or Galantine. They are all elfin in nature and creation. There are some swords just as great as mine."
"Than you have good craftsmen in Avalon. Many people would do anything to own your sword Amir. That is why you must protect it."
"I know. I sleep with it just as my father did with Excalibur." Amir laughed.
Life went on and the two say Imladris in their sights. It was a pleasing sight to see again. It was always a homely place for anyone. But only the first leg of the journey was ending.
2 years later
It had been true in what Elrond had said about Lothlorien. It had given him the peace of mind he had been missing for so long. Celeborn and Galadriel had treated him like their own child and they had become his foster parents. He loved the two elves dearly. He had felt the peace of the forest from the moment he stepped in to the forest. But now was the day that he would set out to meet his destiny.
The council had wanted Amir to grow up some before he went out to fight. They had seen it in his eyes when they met. Now he was 15 and ready to ride to the east. He met with Celeborn and started the long ride to Imladris where he would meet up with Lomien, Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir. They were to be his companions on his travels to the far east.
Gringolet hadn't aged under the care of the elves. It took months before Amir was finally willing to claim the horse as his own. Before then, he had always regarded Gringolet as being Sir Gawain's horse. Sir Gawain and his brothers had been his much older cousins who babied and played with him throughout his life before their tragic deaths.
"Amir, it is time to go. Do not waste anymore time." Celeborn scolded.
"I know sir. I'm all ready to leave. I just had to say goodbye to my home."
"It is always hard to leave this place behind. But come now. We must go."
And so the journey to Imladris began. Celeborn heard a strange rustling in the trees. He looked harder and noticed that it was a band of orcs riding on wargs. Amir noticed the familiar look of danger that he had seen in the Lord's eyes before. It was time for a little fight. This time, he would not get shot by and elf at least.
Caladbolg was quickly unsheathed and glinting hot red in the light. Amir wasted no time and soon gutted his first orc in two years. He turned and watched Celeborn whip out his bow and begin to shoot the orcs down one by one.
One of the stupid orcs lunged for Amir's horse and was quickly crunched on the ground by crushing the chest cavity. Gringolet was a big horse of course. Years of fighting in Briton had shaped him into the great beast that he was now. Nobody dared to make the horse angry for fear of his response. Even an elf could not know what he might do.
Celeborn turned and shot down the orcs just as fast as Amir slaughtered them with his sword. He had once asked the boy what the sword's name meant. He had simply replied, "hard lightning", and left it at that. The sword had become famous as being harder than mithril and seemed impossible to break unless used against Caladbolg. There was no match against that beautiful sword.
The fight did not last long against the warriors. Perhaps the orcs had learned their lesson as they retreated quickly back into the mountains. There would be no more attacks the rest of the journey.
"That was too easy. Why did they give up so quickly?" Amir asked.
"What would you do if you saw the sword that is sheathed on your side? It was glowing red like a fire. You swiped them out easily with it. Your sword is unlike anything seen before. Caladbolg has a personality of it's own. Have you seen it shine like the rainbow when in a good mood? That sword is special and its glowing is not the only strange thing about it. Until I saw Caladbolg, I had never been around any object that could break mithril. It is a mighty weapon and must be used carefully." Celeborn replied.
"Oh. That makes sense. I never thought of it that way. To me, my sword is no greater than Exalibur or Galantine. They are all elfin in nature and creation. There are some swords just as great as mine."
"Than you have good craftsmen in Avalon. Many people would do anything to own your sword Amir. That is why you must protect it."
"I know. I sleep with it just as my father did with Excalibur." Amir laughed.
Life went on and the two say Imladris in their sights. It was a pleasing sight to see again. It was always a homely place for anyone. But only the first leg of the journey was ending.