Galadriel sat in an ornately carved, wooden chair, awaiting the arrival of Calendiel, the lady who was responsible for the colors of her gowns. Even now, she was wearing her green gown, which perfectly matched the color of emeralds, or the color of summer leaves. Never before had she seen such mastery with colors. Not even in Aman could anyone match Calendiel’s talent.
From the far end of the room, Galadriel saw Calendiel enter and curtsy before her. A smile lifted her lips as she greeted the girl.
“You asked for me, my lady?”
“Yes, Calendiel. I must thank you for the beautiful gowns you sent me.”
“Oh, but my lady! I only dye the fabric. I am afraid I cannot sew as well as your seamstresses.”
“I know. But it is you, who dyed the silk that makes the gowns glow with brilliant color. It is you, who has managed to harness the colors of the rainbow, my child. I must thank you, Calendiel, and offer you a position as one of my handmaidens.”
Calendiel looked shocked and elated at the same time. All she could do was to nod her acceptance, and Galadriel laughed, welcoming her newest handmaiden.