Stuck
Frodo turned to glance behind him, chills tingling up and down his spine. This was an evil place, he could feel the evilness coursing through the air. 'Smeagol!' he called at length.
No answer.
He swivelled his head around, trying to find the tracks of the treacherous creature. Suddenly he ran into something wet and sticky. 'No! Let me go!' he cried, unmindful of a possible enemy near at hand.
Futilely he struggled, fighting to free his hands so as to grasp his sword. Even as he wrenched one hand free, he twisted his head around at the sound of a hiss and beheld a monstrous spider.
Frodo glanced frantically about, hoping to find some way of escape. As he had feared, there was none. He was stuck, trapped between the web and the giant arachnid.