Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Canon Ones
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 30
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Skittering along, her brood was bustling in the deep cave she had laid her eggs. The smallest still dared climb all over her, but the early clutches had seen her snap and eat some of them if her hunger grew too great for her to control.
Little claws hooked on strands of hair thicker than the legs that held them, a roiling mass of small forms fading out her edges into the gloom of her webs.
Some of the eldest of the first clutch approached in the hallway above her, their movement a soothing symphony to her nerves. It was so bright outside, and it seared her still, as long ago her greatest meal had done.
Something fell in front of her, missing the still unhatched egg-sacks with practice. It reeked of their poison, and was coated in their webs. She carefully used her pedipalps to turn it over and around, testing the weight and shape of it. Too large and heavy to be a glow-Snack, or what passed for them.
It was only fair, she supposed, that she make her appreciation known. She chittered softly, the rocks trembling along with her. Still, she had eaten a while ago, her hunger was manageable for now.
Her chelicerea made easy work of the webbing, pouring something large and hairy onto the ground.
Eight legs moved, creaking after such a long period of non-movement. Let the young eat, they had to grow large before pouring across the lands.
Up above, a large form moved along the cavern-ceiling, all the webs trembling with the passage of her very eldest. She turned her senses, milky eyes ever unseeing. There was no need for them in the dark, after all.
Her eldest settled beside the opening of her own personal cavern comfortably, webs calming as she stopped moving. Scurrying forms still set them off, further from the two largest, where their bodies did not leave them taut and unmoving.
They passed through her hairs like a wave, vocalizing softly and barely moving those either.
A few tended the eggs, feeding on the unfertilized ones, and cleaning the ones that would hatch.
She spun her webs as she waited, leaving it to her brood to spread it ever out over their home. Light was caught, feeding the eggs and sustaining the young.
The broken bones of the offering were swarmed, before being devoured by the darkness that was her creation.
The webs sang, a eulogy dancing along the walls, ending in her ever vigilant feet.
The mountain creaked, stone crumbled...
And another offering was laid out before her. This one, she ate herself.