Author's Note: This drabble was written in response to a prompt about "moonlight welling through the marble walls"; the image makes me think of book!Arwen, and thus this small tribute to Gondor's Queen-in-waiting.
Absolutes
Her fingers dancing: the only motion in the room, white against the sable that drapes her lap. White and black encompass her world now; moonlight and marble, midnight and velvet.
And as she sews, sometimes she dreams; her dreams now are made of solemn things, life and love and death; sometimes her hands fall idle to her lap. Sometimes her slow tears stain the banner a darker black, shadow upon shadow; more often her fingers, faltering only a moment, recover and sew on a little faster.
For she knows, this woman, that the most important dream is that of love.