Shelob's Lair
Stalking ...
Silently stealing behind the darkness that blesses her home ....
Hearing ...
Hobbits have entered Death's silken domain; one good, one evil ....
Espying ...
Easy escape is not possible; not from this web-infested lair!
Laboring
Legs ... lurching head ... a maw; tearing at countless strands, she
nears the entangled one.
Opening ...
Orcs outside - even in great number - a lesser foe would be!
Believing
Beast boasts, instinctively; 'That ... thing! It has not yet seen the
last of Shelob .... '
Slowly
She stradles the rocks; an eight-legged black sky enshrouds the hobbit;
Death ... looming ....
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Languoring;
Looking ... listening; the hobbit spins about too late ... sees the
stingers' swift assault!
Anguish ...
Agony advances ... frothing past his lips the very moment his chest is
impaled.
Immediately ...
Infection invades his entire body ... his very soul may be lost; and
yet ... returning ....
Robust ...
Rotund ... rattling pans ... Sam; and held within this gardener's hand
- for planting - Sting ....
- gentle-giant
Earth and sky, grass and wind,
On plains of Rohan I defend
My countrymen, my kith and kin.
Éored, hark! We are
summoned.
Rise men of Rohan, to war
attend!
-
Kathryne
Many grey ships
In the silver-rimmed bay,
To bring to them
Help and healing -
Lifting them up
Over the waters,
Never to return;
Dreams of the West fulfilled.
- Primula
Morning light shimmers,
In iridescent pools.
Thin waves rap gently,
Hauntingly, against pier.
Larks float overhead,
On westerly breeze.
No sound breaks the calm,
Dock now bare, evermore.
- Isilme
Sniffing, always sniffing,
Meals are hidden deep, yet
Eat we must,
Ageless hungering for
Gold and fishes,
Old we are, so old, so tired,
Longing for darkness and rest.
Greed and lust driven, must
Only show the eyes, no more...
Looking always for the Baggins,
Looking and finding him not,
Until
Mordor.
- Primula
That the man in the moon is a gardener,
Only tipsy cats can tell.
Little cares this old loon for the Cynthesis,
Kindly to a blossom's swell.
In keeping with making hey,while it shines
Ein silver spade swish and also some tines
Newly diddled indeed in his dell.
- Beruthiel