Words of Wisdom by AdmirableMonster

Ungwë (Spider's Web)

“Look!” Lendalwed holds out a scrap of what looks like fine woven thread.  Dew is beaded along it like diamonds.  Somehow, they have managed not to disturb the delicate lacework pattern.

“Where did you find that?” Salgant asks.

“I was walking home—it was stretched between two twigs.”

“Did you check for spiders?”

Lendalwed bridles, indignant. “There weren’t any.”

Salgant hides a smile.  “There are many Elves who do not like them, but you remember the old songs I sang to you?” Woven patterns, hidden in the fabric of the world.

The child nods seriously.  “Real spiders are our friends.”