The blonde elf prince, Legolas Greenleaf, was hunting for fowl, bow in hand, felt the temperature drop a few degrees. Looking through the dense forest, his breath started to come out in white clouds. His eyes darkened as his senses became sharper then for hunting. He began to scan the trees who were becoming less dense, and the light sky. Looking closer the trees weren't just becoming less dense, they were becoming younger, and shorter leaving more space between them.

Drawing an arrow to his bow, Legolas slowed his pace even more to a crawl in the new fresh snow. His eyes now darting everywhere trying to find a place to land, made him almost stop breathing. Walking further into the clearing a sweet, tingling smell reached his already pink nose. 'why is that smell so familiar?' he asked himself.

Legolas stopped in his tracks and almost fell backwards from what his eyes saw.

"*What is this place?!*" he exclaimed out loud.

His wide eyes traveled up the strange white and red tree trunk, to the single curved branch without any leaves.