T.A. 2977 - the birth of a ranger.

Rain, lots of it. The rain fell fast, hitting the ground with more strength than the usual shower. Esteldín's guard watched, whilst the rain hit there hoods, they watched and looked out for the enemy. Yet one, was inside... as something special was about to happen for him, even when it was raining. Inside the old fort, in the centre of Esteldín, a child was to be born, to a certain ranger named Amrarath, and another ranger named Glorenyth. It was a moment to remember for them both, if they could endure that moment for long enough, which they could not. The baby was born, the healer cleaned the baby and then handed the baby over to Amrarath. Amrarath endured and cherished the moment, holding his baby in his hands. The baby was small, and clearly cold, due to the rain. Amrarath wrapped his olive cloak around the baby, so that Amrarath could only see the baby's clean, fine skinned face. The baby yawned and stretched, and then closed it's eyes, Amrarath smiled and handed the baby to Glorenyth, who kissed the baby on it's cheek. "He's beautiful... but we need a name, Amrarath... what shall we call one so fair?" asked Glorenyth, looking at Amrarath, smiling. So Amrarath replied saying, "We shall named him Amrarond, a mix of my name and my grandfather's, if you will let me." "Yes... a fine name, Amrarath... you know that we do not have long with him, we soon must part, you know this. We will never meet again, and maybe never meet Amrarond," said Glorenyth, "Here is where we say bye, I hope that maybe fortune makes us see our fair child once more, even when he is older." "Maybe... just maybe, but I am going to Annúminas, and you are going to Ered Luin... maybe we will meet our baby again, but please do not get your hopes up, to many people hope and get little..." replied Amrarath, sighing softly then turning around to look out into the night. "I am sorry, Glorenyth... but we will probably never meet our baby again, so say your farewells and then meet me outside." said Amrarath, plainly, showing no sadness. But really Amrarath was sad, very sad, but he knew that he had to face the truth. Amrarath walked out into the night rain and went over to his friend, Aglarath. "I trust you know what you are doing for the next five years?" asked Amrarath, doubting his friend. "Do not doubt me, I may have never raised a child before, but I do know what I am doing. Either way; you have not rose a child up either, so have trust in me, for once." replied Aglarath sternly. "I do not-" said Amrarath before being interrupted by Aglarath. "Leave it, I know what I am going to be doing, by time he is five I will start teaching him the basics of healing, and continue from that." said Aglarath. So Amrarath replied saying, "Very well". Meanwhile, inside the old fort, Glorenyth was saying farewell to her Son. "You have only been in this world few minutes... and yet I know I will miss you", said Glorenyth, "You will live a strange life, little one, and maybe... I hope to meet you again." Glorenyth kissed the baby on the cheek, and wrapped her cloak around him, then walked outside. She spotted Amrarath and Aglarath and walked over to them. Aglarath nodded plainly and Amrarath kissed Glorenyth and the baby on the cheek. "This is where I leave for Annúminas; to aid my fellows in battle, I do not think I will ever come back, knowing I will fall-" said Amrarath, but then Aglarath interrupted. "Do not say such things, you have the same chance of surviving than the Angmarim, yet I know that you will prosper and be known for aiding those in Annúminas, I wish you a fair travel." Amrarath looked down and frowned, then back up at Glorenyth and Aglarath, he kissed Glorenyth on the cheek then hugged Aglarath. "You are right, I am foolish, I should have thought better of myself. I say goodbye now, and maybe I shall come back one day!" said Amrarath with confidence. "Farewell, my friend!" said Aglarath, then let him go. Glorenyth watched as Amrarath strode away, then looked down at the baby, and looked at Aglarath. "I will leave now, for the better." said Glorenyth plainly. "Yes, I think you should, yet you will take a different route, a longer one, unfortunately, but safer." said Aglarath, nodding. So Aglarath took Glorenyth inside and gave her a map, and a few other essentials for travelling. Aglarath then helped Glorenyth pack, and told her more things about Ered Luin, as Glorenyth had never been there before, and the only elven civilization she had gone to was Rivendell. "...and remember, never go to an elf for counsel, for they say they say 'both no and yes.'" said Aglarath, chuckling slightly. Glorenyth nodded and smiled slightly. "I will be going, then, here..." said Glorenyth, then give the baby boy to Aglarath, "Look after him well, I know Amrarath doubted you, but I do not, I know you will do well to raise him." "Thank-you, he is a gift, I am glad to have the honour of raising him." Glorenyth smiled and looked at Aglarath, she then went to give him a casual kiss on the forehead. "Farewell, friend." she said, then strode out the fort into the foggy, wet weather. Aglarath watched her walk out and then looked down at the baby, he smiled. Aglarath knew that the next five years were going to be hard, looking after and raising a child was not his strong point, not many Dúnedain's strong point, as their numbers were only limited and few. So for the next five years, Aglarath did not do much travelling, fighting, and protecting, but just raised his fair child, and watched him grow, and watched him learn, and watched him become stronger and wiser. Aglarath loved the child with all his heart, few times Amrarond would call Aglarath "Daddy", but Aglarath would plainly correct him by saying "Ag", which eventually the baby got used to, as Aglarath was not his father, but Amrarath was.