Weaving Dreams

Spinning the Future

            As Eglantine settled down on the front stoop to spin, she heard giggles, then shrieks of laughter from her youngest, there beyond the lilacs.  She rose and peeked around the bush.  Frodo was spinning around and around, swinging little Pippin by his arms.  The lasses were laughing and dancing in delight.

            Pearl was smiling at Frodo, and Lanti knew that her head was spinning with her fascination for him.  Smiling, Eglantine returned to the stoop, and pulled a hank of wool from her basket, hooking it to the spindle she held.  Perhaps this thread would go into Frodo’s wedding waistcoat!