Training for the day
It was fun day, or it was going to be once that slow sun rises in the sky. Sarn couldn't wait, but even the son of Arwen and Aragorn had to learn to wait prince or not. "Please rise and let it be dawn," Sarn said quietly to himself. The boy was all set to go. Black tunic on and had eaten already the only things missing were a sword and, of course, his father. Sarn had been up for half an hour now, "If you go to bed early his mother had said the day well come sooner." Sarn took a sip of water out of the cup he had then looked into the cup at his reflection. To his mother he was her little Aragorn, because Sarn had much of his father's features from the gray eyes, to hair color and his face, and he looked just like his father. On the other hand, to his father he was his little swordsman. Aragorn thought his son looked more like his mother. To the kingdom of Gondor he was prince Sarn, but to both his parents he was there son.
Sarn couldn't take being in his room, so he drank the rest of the water then sat the cup on the stone window sill in his room and dashed out of there and into courtyard. Sarn felt a cool breeze of the wind blowing past him, causing his long dark brown hair to get into face. Sarn pushed his hair out of his face, "Ah prince Sarn what are you doing up so early." One of the guards of Gondor asked. Sarn looked up at him, and said. "I just woke up to early; I was hopping for the sun to rise soon, so my father would be up and ready to teach me." "Ah" the guard said understanding. "You going to be strong lad," the guard said smiling at the young nine-year-old prince. Sarn smiled at the comment he hoped one day he would be strong but for now he just wanted the sun to shine light in the sky.
Sarn walked back into the white halls of the place he called home.
"Well you're up earlier then I thought you'd be," a vice said from behind smiling.
Sarn turned to see no one there but knew who it was.
"No far atar", Sarn said in voice that was more annoyed then sad. He lowered his head and smiled, "Oh so you want to play ranger games." Sarn said to his self. Sarn had called them games all his life but they were really training exercises that tested everything a ranger should know. In this case it was testing of the ranger's tracking skill. Sarn was ready to go he placed his right hand to cool tile and closed his eyes. He saw his father in his mind walking around here and there. He followed the footsteps they led all over the place. Up stairs and down stairs, out doors, in every room everywhere he followed them. Sarn stopped dead in his tracks. "I know where he is." Said Sarn quietly to him self. Sarn used his tracking skills once again and he was right he was sure if it. And so he headed that way. To the throne room Sarn stopped at the entrance. And slowly opened the doors, "Atar well be siting in the chair and I'll pass this test." He came out of his thoughts to see just an empty room. "Atar," he called out into the empty room. No one answered back, Sarn walked further into the big empty room. "Atar," he said again noting. He felt eyes watching him and the next he know hands were around his waist. He was being tickled. "You win," he said between laughs. "You win." Sarn found himself being turned around to face Aragorn. Aragorn smiled at him and hugged him.
"You did very well," Aragorn said quietly as he let Sarn out of his embrace so he could see his eyes. Sarn smiled at him, "I love you my son." Aragorn said with an affectionate smile as he ran his right hand though his son's long dark hair and kissed him on the check. "I knew I'd pass this test," Sarn said grinning. Aragorn smiled and nodded. Sarn almost asked if he could get trained now like his father had said, but he realized this was his training for the day.
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