' i hope to come to the woods where the silverlode flows into the great river - - out yonder.'they looked as aragorn pointed, and before them they could see the stream leaping down to the trough of the valley, and then running on and away into the lower lands, until it was lost in a golden haze.'there lie the woods of lothlorien!'said legolas.'that is the fairest of all the dwellings of my people. there are no trees like the trees of that land. for in the autumn their leaves fall not, but turn to gold. not till the spring comes and the new green opens do they fall, and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers ; and the floor of the wood is golden, and golden is the roof, and its pillars are of silver, for the bark of the trees is smooth and grey. so still our songs in mirkwood say.'painting ultra detailed fantasy setting. 