The huge cauldron hung above the fire, rotating with the movement of the pole as she stirred. Calendiel lifted her paddle, inspecting the linen closely. The hue was a beautiful lavender color, but not the vibrant purple her mistress had ordered. Sinking the fabric back into the indigo, she continued to work, lightly humming a tune to make the time pass faster. Indeed, she enjoyed what others though of as tedious: the dying of fabrics to grace Lady Galadrielís lissome form. It was a matter of pride to Calendiel: to know that she helped to clothe the Lady of Lorien.