Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Orange |
| It was a color that one often associated with the sunset, or perhaps with the exotic, tangy fruit that came from the south. Calendiel ran her hand lightly over the drying silk, marvelling that she had accomplished the replication of the color orange. And now, this length of silk will become yet another of Galadriel’s gowns: one that the lady will wear for the Autumn Ball. Calendiel imagined seeing her mistress dancing in her orange gown, with fire opals gracing the lady’s neck. A bird sang, breaking Calendiel’s musings, and she hung another length of orange silk up to dry. |