Thranduil woke up with a racing heart. He have had a dream. Not a bad dream, quite the opposite in fact, but he was rather stunned by the visions. He saw someone. A face he had never seen before. She was beautiful. Her light brown hair was flowing in the wind, and her skin was as pale as a cloud on the sky. Her eyes were blue as a still lake, and she wore a sheer gown that was sparkling in the sunlight. She was so close to him, so close to his face. Her lips brushed against his just as he woke up.

He gazed into the air, trying to calm his heartbeats. Who could she be? Did she even exist? Thranduil was just about to take a bite of some Lembas bread when he heard noises. He was still too close to home, so he packed his belongings together in a hurry and got on his horse. He wasn't sure where to go, but he needed shelter. He decided to go to Fangorn Forest.