Dedicated to the memory of my Mum
Stitch By Stitch
Even beneath the cliff, persistent rain soaked them through. So Frodo tried to think of somewhere warm and dry.
Attempting to recall Bag End, Bell Gamgee's kitchen stole softly into his mind instead; the warmth of the range, the mouth-watering smell of baking bread, children shrieking delightedly in the garden and the vision of work worn hands setting neat stitches in Ham's frayed shirt collar.
Bell was gone but her memory reminded him why he was here: so many kitchens with their own Bells, holding the world together with their love one tiny stitch at a time.
"Come along hobbitses."
END