Free with equivalent purchase through Jan 15 2022 using coupon code: Rivendell

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This top down shawl is both written and charted. It can be made in a variety of sizes by varying the number of rows, and the shape can be widened into a crescent by increasing the starting chain length.

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I cannot say how long we tarried in Rivendell. Safe in the House of Elrond - for a time, at least – many happy hours passed in song and poetry, and long summer days were woven into a wondrous pattern…

A magical pattern of Shells and Vs, with a simple 4-row repeat - easily learnt, yet deeply satisfying. We marveled as the lacy fabric of double crochets and chains appeared before our eyes. Our shawls grew - wider and wider - and although the rows became long, somehow we never tired of wielding our hooks and were loath to release them at day’s end.

“It is good, Gandalf, isn’t it?” I asked, looking up at the wizard.

“Yes,” he nodded. “It is the much beloved ‘Fern Lace’ pattern of the High Elves, forged by Turgon the Wise in the hidden city of Gondolin, early in the First Age. We are fortunate, indeed, in Elrond ‘s hospitality.”

But, alas, eventually the time approached for our departure. Our yarn supply grew scanty, and it was said we must soon leave Rivendell and venture east to the Border. I was sore afraid and turned to the wizard.

“What lies ahead, Gandalf?” I asked, “I fear this unknown journey and the dangers of the Border. Is there no hope? Can we not tarry longer in Rivendell, safe in the familiar pattern we have grown to love?”

“No,” Gandalf sadly shook his head, “we must now use the remainder of our yarn for the Border. There are indeed perilous paths ahead, but they are also wondrous and beautiful - and we have charts to guide us,” he said, as he unfurled an ancient scroll transcribed with strange symbols.

“These charts were made on a midsummer eve under a crescent moon nearly 200 years ago. Fate is with us - such a moon shines upon us tonight. The Moon-letters will show our path ahead through the Border. It is in the charts that we must place our hope.”

“I wish we were not running out of yarn, Gandalf!” I cried.

“So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the yarn that is given to us…”