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.