InsaneJournal

Except for a short - and unintentional - nap, Anairë had been awake for several days now. There was so much work to be done, and so little time to do it! This was something that had to be done perfectly; for her sake as well as Lady Findis'. Her dresses were soon to be on display in the most important and well-attended event that Tírion had seen in years, and she wanted all the ladies in the city - and beyond - talking about them for years.

Blinking in exhaustion, she stood, and went into the kitchen to put on a kettle of tea and splash some cold water over her face. She brushed her hand through her hair, not even wanting to know how it looked at the moment. But it hardly mattered. She grabbed a ribbon and tied it back tightly to keep it out of her face before pouring herself a cup of hot tea and pouring far too much sugar into it. Normally she would not allow herself quite so much - but if this wedding and these dresses went as she hoped, then they would not have to worry about the price of sugar anymore.

And that would be an amazing feeling.

Returning to her table, she took a deep breath and began working again, biting her tongue with a Ñoldorin determination.