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
