Source: Two Towers
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s imaginarium.
Once, there was sea-spray, hope and anticipation - they had ordered themselves in cloth of quiet colours, blue, brown, white, and his choice... grey. Grey as clouds, as mountains and mists, as dawn on the Anduin... grey to walk invisible among the trees... amidst men in Minas Tirith... amid the Shire’s gentle mornings. He was at home in grey.
But flames seared his clothes, his flesh, down to the bone... scorching through his fea – never had he felt such agony... Then, just as the stars called, as the winds sang him home... they’d re-clothed him... now his cloth was white.