In the previous chapter, before the dwarves are captured by the spiders...
Originally Posted by Aestivan
Now, this passage does not mention the name of the "woodland king" but I can see how some would take it to be Thranduil.
After lying and listening for a while, they found they could not resist the desire to go nearer and try once more to get help. Up they got again; and this time the result was disastrous. The feast that they now saw was greater and more magnificent than before; and at the head of a long line of feasters sat a woodland king with a crown of leaves upon his golden hair
, very much as Bombur had described the figure in his dream. The elvish folk were passing bowls from hand to hand and across the fires, and some were harping and many were singing.
"Just like Mary Shelly, Just like Frankenstein, Break your chains, And count your change, And try to walk the line"