Written for the Tolkien Weekly "Children" challenge. For Tracey Claybon and TheArc5 for their birthdays. Beta by RiverOtter.
My one regret, Frodo shared with his friend as they stood upon a headland looking back toward Middle Earth and their shared memories there, was that I left no children in the Shire.
Sam merely shook his head. “Left no children? Now, Frodo, don’t be a ninny-hammer. Why, there was thirteen as was born right there in Bag End—well, to be strictly true, twelve and one born in Minas Tirith—as I think as are as much yours as mine, if’n you take my meaning. And Pippin and Merry feel the same about those born to them.”