Summary: Spiders are more scared of you than you are of them. The elves of Mirkwood beg to differ.
Disclaimer: If I owned, I'd be rich and my house wouldn't be falling apart.
Notes: Yes, it's a giant spider. Belongs to Wednesdayite13, but she can't log in for some reason so I'm posting her stuff here until she can.
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When Thranduil entered his throne room, he saw his soon stood staring up at the corner. "Ion nin, what is wrong?"
Legolas' gaze never left the creature as he answered, "there's a spider in the corner of the room."
Thranduil walked over to his son, standing beside him. He followed Legolas' gaze. "Ah, so there is."
"What should we do?" Legolas asked quietly. "It's a big spider. Should we shoot it?"
Thranduil shook his head. "Nay, that would be far too simple. We need to take drastic measures."
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Legolas edged closer to the giant spider, a small handkerchief in his hand. He slowly reached up, attempting to catch the spider, but flinched as the spider moved to the side slightly.
He tried again, but this time the spider seemed to have lost its grip on the wall and fell to the floor beside the young prince, who screamed and ran out of the room, dropping the handkerchief.
"It appears we need better tactics." Thranduil muttered under his breath.
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Thranduil crept over to the unmoving spider, hoping to catch it unawares. He had a small glass in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. "O-OK… I-I think… I might…"
Frustratingly, his arm twitched slightly, disturbing the spider. It ran past Thranduil and over to the other side of the room. "I've not got it, I'VE NOT GOT IT!" He panicked.
"You know what?! Fine!" Legolas yelled at the spider. "If you wanna stay here, that's fine by me! But I'm expecting rent! Don't just sit there like you own the place!"
"Legolas?"
"I'm not done!" The prince yelled in frustration, startling the Elven-King. "If you plan on making a web, don't wait until we're out of the room. We want to see you do it. We don't want to just walk into this room, unawares that while we've been away, you've been making your own wonderland, and we end up getting webs stuck in our hair while you sit there looking innocent!"
"Legolas." Thranduil tried again.
"And while I sleep, I want you nowhere near me!" Legolas continued. "I don't want to accidentally eat you in your sleep. And if you feel like you absolutely have to come up to me, be sure to announce yourself first! I don't want a heart attack when I feel you crawling up my arm."
"I-I'm not sure it can-"
"And I know a single spider can produce seven types of silk, but please can you just use the one? Don't create different webs with different silk to make me think there's more than just you lurking in here!"
"Finished?"
Legolas let out a sigh before nodded. "Aye, finished."
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In a matter of days, the elves of Mirkwood had grown used to their newest arrival. The spider hadn't moved for days, and they never expected it to. They were perfectly fine with it… so long as they could see it.
Legolas entered the room cautiously, gasping when he noticed a lack of something. "Ada…" He yelled.
Thranduil rushed into the throne room, fearing what had caused his son to cry out like that. "Legolas? Ion nin, what is…" He gasped, noticing the same thing Legolas did. "Where is that spider?!"