Aragorn was just sitting in his room, polishing his sword, idling away a few free moments, when he heard it.

Mutter, mutter, mutter - *Thud!*

Mumble, mumble, mumble - *Thud!*

He furrowed his brow in confusion. What was this curious noise, and where was it coming from? He set his sword, rag and oil down and set off in search of the sounds. He traced it through the palace all the way to the twins' bedroom. He pushed the door open, having to exert more pressure than usual to find a floor scattered with toys and trinkets of all kinds. The path of the door was swept clear, yet more toys now crushed against the wall. And, in the centre of this chaos, sat his two dear twins, Berúthiel and Gilraen. One at a time they leant into their toy chest, pulled something out, regarded it for a moment before declaring "Boring" and tossing it aside to add to the ever growing mountain of toys. Aragorn watched dumbfounded as they continued, their toy chest seemingly bottomless, and declared each and every one of their immensely expensive, hand crafted, toys "boring".

Until now he had never realised just how MANY toys his girls had. Had he been spoiling them?
"Girls. What are you doing?"
They whirled around in that disquieting synchrony they had sometimes. "Looking for something to play with" Gilraen told him, tugging on a ringlet as golden as her names sake. It was the only way to tell them apart sometimes. Berúthiel had inherited her mother's raven hair whilst Gilraen had hair like her paternal grandmother, usually fair and bright.
"You have plenty to play with" Aragorn told them, wading through the piles on the floor "What I meant was why are you casting out perfectly good playthings all over your bedroom floor"
"We have played with all of these before Ada" Berúthiel told him elegantly "we tire of them"
Aragorn sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yep, he'd been spoiling them alright. He cleared a space and sat down on the floor regarding them seriously. "Girls when I was your age, I did not have nearly as many toys as you have now. All I had were the hand me downs from your uncles, Elladan and Elrohir. The toys you have are all hand crafted and brand new, made especially for you. I'm worried that you're not being as grateful as you should be."

They stared up at him, their big wide eyes locked on his face.
"So, my plan is to give you a bit of perspective." He got to his feet. "Come on. Put on something old and outdoorsy"
Leaving them to it, he went to follow his own advice, leaving word with Faramir his steward that he would be out for the day but to send a messenger if things got urgent. He went to his girl's room and led them out to the stables, where the stable hand helped them mount their ponies. He loaded his saddle bag with a length of rope and set out across the palace estates. His daughters followed behind him, confused. Their father reined his horse in front of a big oak tree and dismounted.
"Why are we here Daddy?" Gilraen asked him, struggling to free her foot from her stirrup.
"I'm going to show you something that's very simple, very cheap and that gave me hours of enjoyment when I was little." He knotted a big fat knot at the end of the rope and tied the other end to the tree.
"What is it?"
"Seriously?" Aragorn asked. "It's a rope swing. Here..." He beckoned Berúthiel over and lifted her onto the knot.
"Sit on the knot, wrap your legs and hold on tight."
He gave her a gentle push. She squealed and clung tight. "It's alright sweetie. Daddy's got you. You're okay."
He invited Gilraen over to help him push. Soon, both the girls were having a whale of a time. They played out there all afternoon, competing to see who could go the highest. Aragorn even had a go much to the girls delight. When they came home they were tired but gleeful. Aragorn also had them package up some of their toys and give them away to some of the poorer children. This was not only great for the kids there, who hardly ever got anything new but it was also a good lesson for the girls. They got to see gratitude and gratefulness in action. And they came away better for it.