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Bottom up, worked in the round, and super stretchy!

These fingerless mitts were originally intended to evoke images of a summer garden, with the rib sections being stems, and the seed sections being flowers. “So pretty they will be,” I thought.

But the more I worked on them, the more I began to perceive their true nature…

Not a cheerful sunny garden, with flowers dancing in the breeze – no, they were something far older – deeper and darker, a relic of primeval Middle-earth. As I knit, the ribs slowly grew into tall columns carved of stone in an underground realm - and the seed sections became caves in a labyrinth hidden deep beneath the Misty Mountains, where Durin’s Folk delved for precious Mithril in the Mines of Moria, during the Sleep of Yavanna in the final epoch of the Ages of the Stars… long ago in Khazad-dûm…