Shelob and Smaug

Who says even the oldest monsters don't have some sort of history? Shelob and Smaug do, though not of the kind all would expect. Written in… ::Sob:: Poetic style, or at least I tried to make it that way…

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, or the Hobbit, OR Shelob and Smaug. Tolkien's does. If I DID, then I would rule Michigan with an Iron Fish… BWHAHAHAHAHA… but I don't, and please don't sue me, as I don't have any money…

Night Dreams so Frantically…

Underneath trees and the pale, glowing moon,

Beside the river, Mirkwood's boon,

Crept a great and monstrous beast,

Gorged from her great (and Elven) feast.

Shelob, she was, a monstrous spider,

Her kin, those of Ungoliant, dwarfed beside her.

And beside the river of which she feared and hated,

She crouched there now, and silently waited.

Her great fetid hide was mottled, now,

One great eye dark, her long legs bowed.

Vainly now she searched the dark night sky,

Looking for something out of it to fly.

But no fire burned the midnight's darkness,

Only the moon with its accursed brightness,

And Shelob now began to despair,

Her companion was truly gone- he the red and fair.

But it was not an overpowering dread,

To learn that her Wyrm companion now was dead.

A true companionship they had lacked,

Instead on their dark evil had they laid their pact,

And met every hundred years in Mirkwood's trees,

Discussing evil, raids they had pulled off with ease,

And then they would most certainly go,

And commit evil the entire world would know.

But he was gone, gone up in steam,

And in the humans the blame laid, it seemed.

Shelob shook with unexpected fury,

And turned now, to her cave to hurry.

He would not come, she would not wait,

She returned to her caves to grow her hate,

And she would sit there, and think, it seems,

To ponder Smaug in her dark dreams.

---More to come later.. how'd they meet? I'll tell you… hehe…---

((Oboebyrd: R/R if you'd like. Flames will be used to toast my marshmallows, as Smaug isn't around to light my fires anymore, and Legolas used the matches as arrows…

Legolas: I SAID I was sorry…

Oboebyrd: Yeah, whatever… Parody WILL be coming shortly. Promise. ))