The 24 Days of Christmas Challenge
Day 14: Eleven Stupid Spiders
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Screamed Pippin as he ran
from the bathroom, tripped over a stool, went crashing into a lamp and
settled in a heap at Aragorn's feet.
"You rang?" Aragorn asked, only slightly perturbed by the bundle of Pippin on the floor.
"Spiders in the bathroom!" Muttered Pippin continuously as he grabbed hold of Aragorn's leg and held fast.
Reluctantly dragging Pippin along with him, Aragorn made his way
through the mess to the bathroom door and peeked round the corner.
Awkwardly removing the shoe from his free leg, he then retrieved a
peppermint cream from his pocket and threw it in the opposite corner of
the room. With a flash Pippin let go of Aragorn's leg and lept after
the flying mint delicacy allowing the Spider-Assassin to creep into the
A sound from the bathroom suddenly broke Pippin's furious hunt through the carpet.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Swifty following the first, then an omnious pause filled the air.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Screamed Aragorn as he ran from the
bathroom chased by a flying half-eaten shoe, that then hit him on the
head and knocked him to the floor. Half an hour later, he woke up
shivering and delirious.
"What happened?" Asked a worried and mint-and-carpet smelling voice from behind him.
"Eleven stupid spiders... and one really big angry mother spider!" Was the only response.
Eleven stupid spiders
Wove hangman's nooses.
- Daughter of Kings
Silently they crept forward. They were such dolts. Did they think she
was blind, with the great array of eyes she had been given?
Sword-slashed smile bent as they neared. She would wait. Though hungry,
nothing would keep her from teaching these little ones a lesson – and
then she would feast upon them.
Ungoliant’s Spawn she had been called. But Ungoliant had never eaten as
she did. Her daughter knew Sauron had betrayed her mother; somewhere,
in the deep of Angband, he had slain her. No one would slay her
daughter. Not even these eleven stupid spiders, her own offspring!
cried the hobbit as his sword traced a stinging blue arc. Spiders
scuttled, tossing webs from tree to tree in a vain attempt to trap him,
and they might have succeeded but for eleven stupid spiders
who seemed out of sync with the general idea. They tossed webs in rapid
succession also, but far too high to do any good. It was only after
Bilbo had a chance to catch his breath that he noticed the pattern.
Perhaps, he thought, they were not so stupid after all; far above him
he read words spelled in dimly lit webbing: