"Have you ever seen the blue of ageless ice?" Galadriel asked, almost distractedly, as she combed through her memory for the materials such colors might require. There were a number of plants, of mushrooms, and insects that could serve her purpose. If they existed in these lands, or if some cousin did, it would not take much to find them.

"I have only seen it once, glittering in the dawn light, but it is the boldest blue I have ever known. It is the solid sea, wreathed in clear crystal and frosted white." It was a grand description but, at the time, the sight had been impressive enough to cut through the weariness and woe of that journey. "I do not love the cold either, I admit, but that sight was one I have remembered for long ages."

She peered out into the darkness of the mire for a long, silent moment and studied the shapes of the trees and the shadows that gathered along the water's edge. To search by night would be pointless, but she knew what to seek out for dyes of dark red. If such things grew anywhere in Thedas, this place was likely to have them.

"Crimson is not so challenging, and there is some luck to our meeting here, of all places," Galadriel said. "I expect I can find materials enough to create a brilliant red before we leave. Were we still in the mountains, it would have been a much more difficult task."