A/N: This is the last chapter of the series, thank you very much for reading :D And for those who asked: Legolas is the lord of East Lórien, a part of Ithilien given to the Elves who chose to remain in Middle-earth for the time being. Lothlórien as we know it no longer exists, Celeborn choosing to stay with his grandsons in Imladris.
Anyway, enjoy!

Minas Tirith, 1442 SR, 21 FA

'Ada, what are hobbits?'
King Elessar's and Queen Arwen's youngest child, Idril, was sitting in his lap.
'Hobbits are a very nice, happy people. They sing a lot of songs and also eat a lot of food,' replied Aragorn.
Idril giggled. 'What do they look like?'
'They are very short, about as tall as you. They have big, hairy feet, curly hair and round bellies.'
Idril wrinkled her nose. 'They don't sound very pretty.'
Aragorn smiled and nodded. 'They're not very pretty but they are very nice people. Master Samwise is one of the nicest, and he is very brave. I'm sure you'll like Mistress Rose, she is very kind and she is a good friend to your Nana. They make beautiful things together. They are also bringing their daughter Elanor, who I'm sure will be very happy to play with you.'
Idril smiled. 'I think I'll like them.'
'I think you will, too.' He set Idril on her feet. 'I think Nana is sewing something in her room. Go and see if you can help her.' Idril smiled and ran off to the direction of her mother's chambers. She was the youngest child, only four years old. As she turned the corner, she nearly crashed into her elder brother, Eldarion, as he returned from riding. Eldarion managed to sidestep her as he came to see his father. He looked up at Aragorn with a smile.
'I'm getting too old for this,' Aragorn laughed.
'Nonsense, Ada.' Eldarion sat down on a step beneath Aragorn's throne. He was fully grown now, tall, with raven hair and midnight grey eyes. Aragorn could see a lot of his Elvish grandfather Elrond in him. His parents' Elvish blood ran very strongly in Eldarion, and his ears even had a slight point. Eldarion was a born warrior, a perfect king when the time came. Of course, it would not come for many years yet.
Aragorn sighed. 'The hobbits should be here soon. At least there's only three of them.'
Eldarion smiled, having the same love for hobbits his father did. 'I'm sure we'll have fun with them. The girls are fascinated, they've never seen one before.'
'They'll love them, especially Elanor. Anyway, son, what did you do today?'
'I just went for a ride with Bergil and Borlas,' Eldarion shrugged.
'Did you see Nerdanel?'
Eldarion blushed. 'Ada...'
Aragorn smiled. 'She's a lovely girl. You should think about it. Come on, dinner's soon, get washed.'
'All right.' Eldarion stood up and walked off in the direction of the washrooms. Aragorn was about to go there himself when he faced yet another interruption.
'Ada!' He turned around to see his eldest daughter, Aranel, standing with a bow and a limp string.
'Can you help me string my bow?'
With some difficulty Aragorn managed to get the other end of the string into the hollow on the other end of the bow, but it took all his strength.
Aranel grinned. 'Thank you, Ada!'
Aragorn smiled and stroked his daughter's cheek.
'Don't forget dinner will be served soon. You had better not go out anyway, it looks as if it will rain.'
Aranel left to put her bow away, leaving Aragorn free to change and wash. On his way to the washroom, he heard a loud argument.
'Give it back, it's mine!'
'No, you stole it from me!'
'If you don't give it back, I'll break this!'
'You wouldn't dare!'
Aragorn opened the door to see his other two young daughters, Alatáriel and Ithilwen, in the middle of a vicious argument. They were fighting over a tunic, and Alatáriel, the elder one, held Ithilwen's treasured ceramic doll threateningly in her hand.
'What is happening here?' he bellowed, causing the two girls to freeze and look at him.
'Nothing, Ada,' Ithilwen squeaked.
'Alatáriel, put that doll down. Ithilwen, get out of Alatáriel's room.' He went to close the door, but forgot something. 'That tunic belongs to neither of you, it's Aranel's. I trust you'll return it. It is nearly time for dinner, so have a wash and look presentable.'
He closed the door and sighed. Females.
He made his way to the wash room over the other side of an open courtyard specially designed for the Queen. When Minas Tirith was rebuilt, some touches were added to reflect Rivendell, the Queen's homeland, which has most of its buildings exposed to the elements. However, as Aragorn walked across the small uncovered courtyard, the heavens decided to open and rain came bucketing down. He was soaked. He quickly washed and found some dry clothes. It was not his night.
He walked the long way around to the dining hall as rain was falling very hard and there was a howling wind, which made it very, very cold. He arrived at the hall to find Arwen waiting for him. She looked at him, concerned.
'Estel? What is amiss?'
He greeted her with a kiss. 'Nothing much, my love,' he sighed. 'It is just not a good night for me.'
'Not for all of us. I have never seen such fierce weather before, I am worried that it will cause a lot of trouble.' Arwen gently draped a cloak around his shoulders. 'I can see that you are cold. Come, I have made a soup for us.'
He smiled as they walked into the hall together, grateful that there was a hot dish to warm his insides. Just as he was about to place a spoonful in his mouth, a messenger burst in the door with the message that there was someone to see him. Aragorn stopped, then got up to see who it was.
He was met by three very cold and very wet hobbits – Sam, Rose and Elanor. Aragorn's men very gently wrapped warm blankets around them to replace their wet cloaks.
'At last you are here, my friends, and I'm very glad to see you. Come, you three are just in time for dinner.'
'Four, my lord,' Sam said.
'Four?'
Sam stepped aside to introduce his seventh son and thirteenth child, Tolman, who was lying contentedly in his mother's arms. Tolman decided to come on the road, a week away from Gondor, which prompted an emergency stop in Edoras. The baby hobbit sneezed as Aragorn looked at him. Aragorn couldn't help but smile as he wrapped him in a very warm blanket and placed him back in his mother's arms.
'Come, join us for dinner. My family have been very anxious to meet you all. And the Queen misses her handmaiden,' he smiled, looking at Elanor. Aragorn silently sighed as he escorted the hobbits into the dining hall. It was going to be a very busy year.