The Elves next unwrapped and gave to each of the Company the clothes they had
brought. For each they had provided a hood and cloak, made according to his size, of
the light but warm silken stuff that the Galadhrim wove. It was hard to say of what
colour they were: grey with the hue of twilight under the trees they seemed to be; and
yet if they were moved, or set in another light, they were green as shadowed leaves, or
brown as fallow fields by night, dusk-silver as water under the stars. Each cloak was
fastened about the neck with a brooch like a green leaf veined with silver.
`Are these magic cloaks? ' asked Pippin, looking at them with wonder.
`I do not know what you mean by that,' answered the leader of the Elves. `They are
fair garments, and the web is good, for it was made in this land. They are elvish robes
certainly, if that is what you mean. Leaf and branch, water and stone: they have the hue
and beauty of all these things under the twilight of Lórien that we love; for we put the
thought of all that we love into all that we make. Yet they are garments, not armour,
and they will not turn shaft or blade. But they should serve you well: they are light to
wear, and warm enough or cool enough at need. And you will find them a great aid in
keeping out of the sight of unfriendly eyes, whether you walk among the stones or the
trees. You are indeed high in the favour of the Lady! For she herself and her maidens
wove this stuff; and never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own
people.'
(LoTR, II-8)