mirkwood (they walked in single file. the entrance to the path was like a sort of arch leading into a gloomy tunnel made by two great trees that leant together, too old and strangled with ivy and hung with lichen to bear more than a few blackened leaves. the path itself was narrow and wound in and out among the trunks. soon the light at the gate was like a little bright hole far behind, and the quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened. as their eyes became used to the dimness they could see a little way to either side in a sort of darkened green glimmer. occasionally a slender beam of sun that had the luck to slip in through some opening in the leaves far above, and still more luck in not being caught in the tangled boughs and matted twigs beneath, stabbed down thin and bright before them. but this was seldom, and it soon ceased altogether (the hobbit or there and back again (j.r.r. tolkien (chapter viii: flies and spiders (https://archive.org/stream/thehobbitbyjrrtolkienebook