Disclaimer: Tolkien’s imaginarium… Kortirion’s just borrowing his themes
It came to her that many others must have done this – stayed up under the stars with crystal water-globes to magnify the candle-light. Stayed awake until their stinging eyes drooped, their thumbs were raw from pricking a needle through cloth. Up, down, up down, twirl, twist the thread, up, down...
Mixed emotions were sown into that cloth – joy for his triumphs, anxiety for his dangers, yearning to be with him... and doubt. Was this her true destiny? Or a terrible mistake...?
It was only when she cast that other black cloth over his cold body that she found her answer.