Poor Miriel, it is not a happy tapestry that she is weaving...The actions of her own family, so tragically torn. I feel pity for her.

It remember me a fiction I red with a Fate (Lachésis) who was sad of embroidering tragic events. I tried to translate an extract, it looks something like this:
"Day after day, I draw the wire [Clotho] is holding, and wraps it around my spindle. Spindles so beautiful in appearance, but whose tip flays my hands palm. [...] I wish I might burst my eyes with the tip of the spindle."

These are the sentences that came to my mind when I saw your picture