A/N MistressofImladris kind of wanted to see this...I would have elaborated on it more, but it only came out because I was feeling sad, so it is brief and rather fast paced. This is from Galadhion's (second son of Thranduil) point of view. All you need to know is he's had a traumatic past if you haven't read Vine-Fairy.
They murmured at the center of the platform while he rested against the branch, ear pressed into the bark so he could hear the dim whispers from the plant. He shrugged his shoulders to pull the blanket closer about him and to get comfortable again. The others spoke but it was too fast for him to understand. It all came in slanted and broken words, and he gave no mind. If it was something important, Legolas or Thôndir would tell him.
Besides, he had his own work to do, being up against this tree.
He must have dozed off for he felt something that was close to being hot, and he jumped and gasped slightly. Opening his eyes, he stared through the tunnel of what remained of his sight at Thôndir's face. His older brother had the gentle expression as he held the water bottle near his chest.
He nodded thankfully and took it and pressed it close. It was for comfort sakes in this dark forest: for all of them. Warmth even when they did not need it always helped.
He relaxed further when Thôndir placed a hand on his head, letting out a sigh before entering a state of half consciousness. He was brought out of it when the tree vibrated ever so slightly anyone who was not an elf would have missed it. The spine tingling started as he heard those pesty sounds in the distance as well as the creaking of branches.
Setting the bottle on the ground he padded over to where Legolas and Thôndir and hissed, "Gil."
His brothers put on grim looks and they readied their weapons, as did the rest of the party. He jumped to a different tree and settled on a branch where he was very visible. His ears twitched, and his back tensed as the disturbing language of the arachnids reached his ears.
"Elfs, elfs! So close-so sweet!"
"Feast, feast, feast!"
He saw a leg, and he held his thorny knives tightly in his grasp.
"There is one! There is one! Get it!"
One of the creatures thudded against the branch before him. He let out a shriek and jumped onto its carapace: stabbing it through.
The shriek stunned the other spiders…as they should. The spiders chittered and chattered in their own anguish in response
"IT YELLS! IT YELLS!"
"IT BURNS! IT ECHOES!"
A rain of arrows descended on the arachnids and they let out another spider-shriek before they fell to the forest floor below. He had retreated to another branch once he slayed the one, and now he sat shaking as unwanted memories tried to flood into his head.
No darkness, no darkness…they are not there, they are not there…They ran away, they ran away…
Legolas and Thôndir descended on either side of him and held him in an embrace, and he sighed as he heard their reassurances and praises, not taking comfort in the latter.
He should not be praised for being a monster.
