I've spent much of my time lately working on Lady Galadriel's dress. First I laid under the stars until dawn for several mornings, and began dreaming up the design. Then I designed and drew my visions until the idea was perfect. After that, I began the embroidery work. I started with long lines of deep blue running down the dress, representing the midnight sky, and growing lighter near the end. I sprinkled glistening beaded stars throughout, mostly clear, but sometimes with a hint of blue or red or gold. Around the hem of the dress I wove the sun, rising into the dark sky in radiance, rows of shimmering gold running around the bottom. Purple and pink subtly mixed with the blue above the gold, invoking thoughts of sunrise after a long night. I stitched beams of gold throughout, shooting upward from the sun.

I have woven my heart into this dress. I feel as if I created poetry in the form of a garment. May the Lady see the same poetry I see, and not think my poor skills in this dress beneath her. Tomorrow her handmaiden should come retrieve the dress. I'm awaiting the moment anxiously, and will be glad when the task is complete. How shall I ever face the Lady at the feast? She is always so kind and gracious, but I fear my skill doesn't equal that which she is accustomed to having. Will I read disappointment in her eyes? The feast cannot come soon enough for my anxious spirit!