1st March 2931
He sat with his wife and son, and gazed at the miracle of new
life before them. “The midwife said he’s a bonny lad, that
he’ll grow strong and tall. And I will teach him to fish,
and ride. Take him into the wilds, and show him rangering!”
he vowed proudly.
“Boy’s games,” she smiled. “He needs to learn courtly
graces too, to woo a wife, so one day he will show me grandchildren!”
He laughed. “Hark at us. Planning his life away, when we
have not even named him!” He held his son gently.
“Welcome, Aragorn son of Arathorn.”