Shelob's Cave
"Hey, this is where the orcs carried me off, said Frodo, after about another five minutes of walking. I still remember how helpless I felt. That was one of the worst times of my life."
Sam was staring at the floor. It was one of the worst times of his life, too. And all this talk about Frodo's capture only made Sam feel worse about how he couldn't help.
Seeing this, Frodo quickly comforted Sam. "Don't worry, Sam. You did all you could," Frodo said, smiling.
So they moved on. Eventually they came to the chasm to where Frodo was taken. Both Frodo and Sam stopped dead in their tracks. They were both glaring at it. Not a sound could be heard throughout the cave. You would think that that would be good, but it only showed how horrible a memory it truly was. But soon enough, the silence was broken by the sound of a sobbing hobbit. Frodo turned and looked at Sam.
"I though you were never coming back. I thought you were dead. I had the ring in my very fingers. It was horrible to bear, and, all this time..All this time you bore the ring..It was pure evil. I was so confused." Sam was saying such things over and over.
Frodo put his arm around Sam. "Don't worry," he said, It's all over. The task is- Frodo paused. "Done"
"What is it Frodo," said Sam. "What? Did you here something?" Sam turned his head and looked in pure horror. "Shelob," muttered Sam.
"Not you again." Send the Nazgul. Send the Witchking. Anyone but you. Not you," squeaked Frodo.
"I see you remember me. Well, that's good. Oh, and you brought a friend. A hobbit friend." But Shelob wasn't looking at Sam. "Gollum?"
"It's Smeagol. Now let us pass."
"Most certainly not. What kind of spider would I be if I just let a couple of "hero" hobbits pass through here uninvited." Especially you, little one. That puny knife of yours actually caused me great pain."
"Nice to see you, too. I see you remember my SWORD. Yes, well. I should think that after a wound like that you would be terrified of us," Sam replied with full confidence in his voice.
"Unfortunately for you, I am not. I was going to let you pass, do some good, but then this fat one here started disturbing my peace. He couldn't hold back crying for another few minutes, could he."
"That's none of you're business, now is it? And this isn't you're pass. You just guard it from evil. Now unless you can guard it from yourself, I suggest you let us pass. I have the grey elves on my side. Remember?"
"I shall let you pass under one condition, said Shelob. You must answer me a riddle. If you get it right, you can have a turn."
Clearly he was doing this in spite of Smeagol.
"Okay then," replied Frodo. What is it, then.
"What is something hard to keep, and of this matter you mustn't speak?
"Lets see, you can not speak it and it's hard to keep? Well, then, it must be a...a...a secret.
"Curse you. Well, then, it's your turn."
"Okay..Mmm." Well..um...
"Hurry up, then."
"Aright," And Frodo said the only riddle he could think of. What do I have in my pocket?"
"What do you have in your pocket? That's crazy. How would I know? I guess I would say...The Ring.
"No, of course not. I destroyed that." I'll give you three guesses. Two more, then."
"Okay. You have in your pocket..What you have in your pocket is....a knife?
"You mean the one around my waist?, said Frodo, almost laughing. This is your last guess."
I suppose you would have what every hobbit has, mushrooms."
"No. But I wonder. How do you know what hobbits like? Mushrooms are my favorite."
"Smeagol, as you call him, told me. They were his favorite as well."
It was then that Frodo realized how similar Smeagol and he really were. For you see, as much as all hobbits do indeed like mushrooms, they like ale a lot more.
So they left. But Sam just couldn't hold back his anger against Shelob. And, just as they were about to exit the cave, making them a lot safer, Sam called out:
"Good bye, you damn arachnid idiot."
With that, Shelob started leaping towards them with great speed.
"Sam, run," cried Frodo who had successfully exited the cave.
Sam sprinted out of the cave's gloom just in time, so Shelob had no choice but to stay. Past the cave it was no business of her's to chase away "evil".
"Hey, this is where the orcs carried me off, said Frodo, after about another five minutes of walking. I still remember how helpless I felt. That was one of the worst times of my life."
Sam was staring at the floor. It was one of the worst times of his life, too. And all this talk about Frodo's capture only made Sam feel worse about how he couldn't help.
Seeing this, Frodo quickly comforted Sam. "Don't worry, Sam. You did all you could," Frodo said, smiling.
So they moved on. Eventually they came to the chasm to where Frodo was taken. Both Frodo and Sam stopped dead in their tracks. They were both glaring at it. Not a sound could be heard throughout the cave. You would think that that would be good, but it only showed how horrible a memory it truly was. But soon enough, the silence was broken by the sound of a sobbing hobbit. Frodo turned and looked at Sam.
"I though you were never coming back. I thought you were dead. I had the ring in my very fingers. It was horrible to bear, and, all this time..All this time you bore the ring..It was pure evil. I was so confused." Sam was saying such things over and over.
Frodo put his arm around Sam. "Don't worry," he said, It's all over. The task is- Frodo paused. "Done"
"What is it Frodo," said Sam. "What? Did you here something?" Sam turned his head and looked in pure horror. "Shelob," muttered Sam.
"Not you again." Send the Nazgul. Send the Witchking. Anyone but you. Not you," squeaked Frodo.
"I see you remember me. Well, that's good. Oh, and you brought a friend. A hobbit friend." But Shelob wasn't looking at Sam. "Gollum?"
"It's Smeagol. Now let us pass."
"Most certainly not. What kind of spider would I be if I just let a couple of "hero" hobbits pass through here uninvited." Especially you, little one. That puny knife of yours actually caused me great pain."
"Nice to see you, too. I see you remember my SWORD. Yes, well. I should think that after a wound like that you would be terrified of us," Sam replied with full confidence in his voice.
"Unfortunately for you, I am not. I was going to let you pass, do some good, but then this fat one here started disturbing my peace. He couldn't hold back crying for another few minutes, could he."
"That's none of you're business, now is it? And this isn't you're pass. You just guard it from evil. Now unless you can guard it from yourself, I suggest you let us pass. I have the grey elves on my side. Remember?"
"I shall let you pass under one condition, said Shelob. You must answer me a riddle. If you get it right, you can have a turn."
Clearly he was doing this in spite of Smeagol.
"Okay then," replied Frodo. What is it, then.
"What is something hard to keep, and of this matter you mustn't speak?
"Lets see, you can not speak it and it's hard to keep? Well, then, it must be a...a...a secret.
"Curse you. Well, then, it's your turn."
"Okay..Mmm." Well..um...
"Hurry up, then."
"Aright," And Frodo said the only riddle he could think of. What do I have in my pocket?"
"What do you have in your pocket? That's crazy. How would I know? I guess I would say...The Ring.
"No, of course not. I destroyed that." I'll give you three guesses. Two more, then."
"Okay. You have in your pocket..What you have in your pocket is....a knife?
"You mean the one around my waist?, said Frodo, almost laughing. This is your last guess."
I suppose you would have what every hobbit has, mushrooms."
"No. But I wonder. How do you know what hobbits like? Mushrooms are my favorite."
"Smeagol, as you call him, told me. They were his favorite as well."
It was then that Frodo realized how similar Smeagol and he really were. For you see, as much as all hobbits do indeed like mushrooms, they like ale a lot more.
So they left. But Sam just couldn't hold back his anger against Shelob. And, just as they were about to exit the cave, making them a lot safer, Sam called out:
"Good bye, you damn arachnid idiot."
With that, Shelob started leaping towards them with great speed.
"Sam, run," cried Frodo who had successfully exited the cave.
Sam sprinted out of the cave's gloom just in time, so Shelob had no choice but to stay. Past the cave it was no business of her's to chase away "evil".