Shelob and Smaug

Even the oldest monsters have their history, and it goes back way beyond that of the memories of (nearly) all living today. Written in… ::Sob:: poetic style, or at least so I tried to do…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that Tolkiens owns, which includes everything but the actual words I put down on the screen. (With the exception of Shelob, Smaug, etc.) Please don't sue me, as I am merely a young, poor, highschool student writing for her own amusement.

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He Came Down with Fire

Now Shelob alone recalled their meeting,

Recalled their most unfriendly greeting,

Thought of when she first beheld him,

Flying down, curious but grim.

She remembered now, and sat back with a chuckle,

That evil utterance causing the very earth to buckle,

Birds flew up in fear, and away Orcs crept,

And long after she stopped, the pained earth wept.

Shelob had been young then, and really quite small,

But of her kindred, she was yet the greatest of them all.

She dwarfed her kin, and thus devoured them,

And her dam saw this, and did not mourn them,

But instead she praised her young daughter,

And Shelob was great, feared by all but her,

And she reveled in her growing power,

Feared by all whose plains she scoured.

One lone night near the river she crept,

And shortly, by those banks she kept,

But then she heard an unearthly roar,

That of the wind, of evil, and much, much more.

With a bit of surprise, and a look of awe,

And some of hatred, at this new beast she saw,

She watched a great and flaming drake,

Turn in their air, and land, causing the ground to shake.

But he, this great and red being of fire,

The monster born of coal of and pyre,

Was not too much larger than mighty Shelob,

And now like a bird, towards her his head did bob,

And curiously, with burning eyes of pride,

As one who with a lesser is forced to abide,

Asked "How now, you great prickly beast,"

From whence did you get that marvelous feast?"

And Shelob stared with untrusting eyes,

At the strange firey beast that would take her prize,

And responded as such, but with twice the pride,

"But certainly you must know where these morsel's hide?

A Great Salamander such as yourself,

Should have no trouble catching better stuff."

And the creature in front of her blinked shook his hide,

Daunted, for a moment, by Shelob's pride.

"Certainly of me you must know,

I rode the mountainside, melted their snow.

I burned the hills of trees and grass,

Crushed stone buildings, smashed their glass.

I am the son of great beasts of ever-more…"

"What that, and nothing more?"

Shelob interrupted in annoyance,

Undaunted by this creature's proud flamboyance.

The great Wyrm snarled, and tipped his head,

"Watch you tongue, beast, or you'll soon be dead.

No creature ever chanced to escape, with horse or wagon,

When one does insult a Great Dragon!"

But still Shelob was unimpressed, and said,

"Oh mighty dragon, don't tip your head,

But tell me, instead, in case I missed,

By what strange spell have you been kissed?"

"For dragons," Said she, "Are oft much larger,

Then simple red and scaly cannon fodder!"
And the dragon drew himself up, and spit fire,

And Shelob skittered away from the dragon's ire,

But her hair's were curled by the heat,

And the dragon nearly scourched through all her meat,

But Shelob was quick, and ducked aside,

But was too proud to run or hide.


"I call now peace, I fear I spoke too fast,

But against me, great dragon, you could not last,

For I am Shelob, the greatest of the Spyders,

I have killed all, from Gods to Curs,

Do you think that you alone could stop me,

For as you see, against your fire I do not flee,

Instead, I'll stand and face you,

And you'll fall first- that much is true!"

The great dragon was surprised by her strength,

And stopped, and said at long length,

"Well, brave Shelob, let me say,

I have not had an enemy stand up against me until this day,

Surely we would be a match,

Any host of beasts we could catch.

I am Smaug, of the Dragon's Fire,

Come down now from my lonely Pyre."

Shelob stood high, and looked at the Wyrm,

Noted his pride, his strength, and his burn.

"But an old dragon you're not, a young one instead,

Too young, in fact, to see even one warrior dead.

Tell me, O Wyrm of cool fire,

Did you spend more than a week in your nest's Pyre?

If indeed you are but a year's older than me,

Then I'd be a Elf- which I'm not, as you see."

"I see, I see, Shelob the Mottled,"

Smaug the young Dragon chuckled,

Responding to she as she had to he,

"So youngsters we both appear to be!

But how would an arachnid as bowed as yourself,

Get to be so beside of herself,

That she speaks to an enemy as a friend not yet made,

And in turn insults him as was never bade?"


Shelob was canny, and full and content,

And to the dragon's strange will she would not be bent,

Resisting the speak of Dragon-tongue,

Within what powers she refused to be wrung,

The spider gracefully approached the Wyrm again,

And asked, "May I ask where you have been?

What ancient right or knowledge gives you the claim,

To lay on me all of this fruitless blame?"

---More later! Enjoy this. Or else… BWHAHAHA… just kidding. Please R/R if you feel like it.