'Sup, ladies and gentlemen! You can all call me Dweebo Ringlicker, because apparently that's my dirty Hobbit name. I will shout out to anyone who comments something that I like. Don't be afraid to give constructive criticism! Read, review, follow, favorite, do whatever! Just don't murder me. That would be mean.
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Beware: this book contains DoS spoilers.
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"Quiet, all of you!"
Thorin's shout echoed throughout the forest, silencing the group of bickering Dwarves. He looked around, heart hammering in his chest.
"We're being watched."
The Dwarves didn't seemed concerned with his words; the forest's illusional air had affected them more than Thorin would have liked.
At first nothing happened.
Then something caught his eye, sneaking up behind him. He reacted too late.
Thorin winced as something sharp pierced his side. A numbness swept over him, blurring his vision and dulling senses. He stumbled away, vaguely aware of the shouts and cries of the other Dwarves. Touching the spot that had been stuck, he realized that he wasn't bleeding. Instead of finding a red substance on his fingers, his hand came back blotched with a thick, black liquid.
Poison.
He took a clumsy step and keeled over, collapsing on the leaf-covered earth below him. Big black shapes hovered in sight, and he remembered some old tales and ghost stories that told of giant poisonous spiders.
Thorin choked and spluttered out a hoarse cough. So that's it, then. Giant spiders that live in the enchanted forest Mirkwood, coming to eat Thorin Oakenshield and Company.
What a failure of a quest.
He managed to croak out a faint laugh. Then the spider venom overtook him and he fell into unconsciousness.
Duh duh DUH!
For those of you who have seen DoS, you should recognize this. I hope. Don't worry if you don't, though.
I promise my next chapter will be longer. Actually, much, much longer.
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