As night again approached Legolas began to see lights far off the path. Some resembled window-lights, some resembled the lights from a traveling elven band. Legolas had become rather lonely in the time he'd spent traveling, as short as it was, but kept to the path. He let his memories of Frodo from when they had traveled in the Fellowship keep him to the path. Legolas had been warned by a very old elf that the woods were full of "Illusations", creatures that could read the minds of travelers and take different forms to lure them off the path to their deaths. Legolas began to hear footsteps and rustling leaves just off the path. "Who's there?" he yelled. To his surprise, he saw his mother just off the path. "Its just me, dear son. Come now, you must be tired. Come and rest. Come with me." Legolas almost did. "No. My mother is dead. Orcs killed her a long time ago." The Illusation turned back to its true form, which was like a dragon made of smoke, and disappeared. Legolas kept walking. He decided against sleeping again because he could now see the trees thinning and felt the air growing warmer. "The volcano is near."
Farther down the path Legolas again heard noises. He ignored them. "Legolas!" a voiced called from the woods. Legolas stopped. It was Frodo! "Legolas, come back! I'm better now, see! Elrond's medicines helped!" Frodo stepped out near the path. "Come now, I've made tea back at camp." Legolas stopped. "Not another Illusation! Go away! I care not for your tricks." Legolas knew that Elrond's medicine worked instantly, not over many days. Also, Frodo preferred the elves' fruit drinks to tea now. The Illusation hissed as it changed again and threw a small trinket, a leaf-like pendant, onto the path. It then disappeared again. Legolas took the pendant and tied it to the deer horn before continuing. Somehow he knew they were important.