Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the "Chest" challenge; inspired by telperion1's lovely ficlet, "Ice Skating", especially by this one line: The child tore his knit hat off his head and waved it in the air at Glorfindel as he skated backwards.
Of all the homely arts of spinning, weaving, embroidery, Arwen found knitting most soothing. Her handiwork outfitted both graceful Eldar, her kin, and whatever Edain were fostering in her household.
One freckle-faced boy was ever losing hats and mittens, so she chose bright wool, easily seen, safe within the borders here but nowhere else. A scarf, too; winding 'round his neck and crossing upon his chest, weightless warmth against winter's chill. There were only so many hours Isildur's young heir could spend by the fireside in study, not while the sky was clear blue and a frozen pond beckoned.