Shelob
"I don't like this, Frodo." Alana said, looking down at the hobbit.
"Stop worrying, Alana." Frodo replied, his voice rasping from lack of drink.
Sam looked around unhappily. After meeting up with Faramir several weeks prior, the journey had taken a nasty turn into a dark cavern like hole. Most hobbits didn't like the dark period, and this wasn't a welcome experience.
Frodo was holding Galadriel's gift out in front of him for light and walking faster than anyone else in the group. After coming to this place Gollum had abandoned them making Frodo feel suspicious and scared.
"Ew." Alana lifted up her foot and examined the muck now covering the sole of her boot.
Sam laughed at Alana's feminine reaction to the slime and mud in the cave, and found it a welcome distraction from the horrid stench.
"Oh so you think it's funny? Do you know what we could be stepping in." Alana glared at the laughing hobbit, and pointed to the gunk everywhere.
"I have a good idea, Miss Alana." Sam chuckled again, ignoring the shaken fist.
Frodo didn't smile at his friend's antics, but instead frowned.
"Be quiet." He hissed, remembering the last time he was in a cave and the terrible price that the Fellowship had paid for noise. "We don't know what's out there!"
Alana and Sam stopped at the fiery rebuke, and Alana put her hand on Frodo's shoulder. Frodo, however, wiggled out from under her hand and growled up at her.
Alana looked at her feet, somewhat confused but began to walk again. She heard someone come up behind her, and by the sound of the clumsy footfalls she guessed it was Sam.
"Don't worry Miss Alana, the Ring has been poisoning his mind for the whole journey, he isn't usually like this." Sam muttered into her pointed ears. Alana simply nodded.
For the rest of the day the trio marched quietly, the hobbits tripping once in a while. Soon they were laying to rest while Alana stood on guard, then it happened.
"Ai! Ai!" Alana was shouting.
A great spider was stepping out of the darkness, more gigantic than anything the young Elf had ever seen. The two hobbits awoke and took up their swords and the three prepared to fight.
Alana shot arrows from her bow faster than one could count, but most hit the beast in it's legs, not helping a bit. Now taking out her daggers she ran foreword and began to hack at the spider's legs. Running to the other side of the beast for a moment she only heard the screams of orcs and the wail of Frodo Baggins as Shelob bit down upon her prey.
Digging her daggers into the beast's back she tore the creature's side as she leapt off and ran over to where Sam lay huddled in the dark, unconscious, but in his hand was the Ring. In another he held Sting and around his neck was Galadriel's light.
Frodo was no where to be seen. Even if he was he was surely dead.