Seven Days of Spooky: day 2
Ah, the wind is blowing outside, yay autumn!
Here's a ficlet that couldn't quite be cut down to drabble-size. :p
We are always hungry
Author: illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine, see?
Summary: Somewhere in Mirkwood
x-posted to lotr_fanfiction
We are always hungry.
We spin our webs, but the forest is emptier than it has been in years past. Not entirely our doing.
We catch the black squirrels, though their blood is bitter, not very nourishing, and there are many of us to feed. What I would give for some soft, blinking creature to wander into my webs!
And we are not the only hunters here. The pale Elves go silently about on errands unknown to us, and kill us whenever they see us. We try not to let them see us.
There are legends of great spiders, our foremothers in forgotten days, who could feast on light itself, and sit glutted, sated, belching shadow and spinning it into webs. If we knew that trick, the gloom of Mirkwood would be darker still, and none would escape from us. We too would eat our fill.
We are always hungry…
Here's a ficlet that couldn't quite be cut down to drabble-size. :p
We are always hungry
Author: illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine, see?
Summary: Somewhere in Mirkwood
x-posted to lotr_fanfiction
We are always hungry.
We spin our webs, but the forest is emptier than it has been in years past. Not entirely our doing.
We catch the black squirrels, though their blood is bitter, not very nourishing, and there are many of us to feed. What I would give for some soft, blinking creature to wander into my webs!
And we are not the only hunters here. The pale Elves go silently about on errands unknown to us, and kill us whenever they see us. We try not to let them see us.
There are legends of great spiders, our foremothers in forgotten days, who could feast on light itself, and sit glutted, sated, belching shadow and spinning it into webs. If we knew that trick, the gloom of Mirkwood would be darker still, and none would escape from us. We too would eat our fill.
We are always hungry…