Alas poor Ufthak! I knew him well... he was a friend, another Tower Guard. But then he disappeared... we suspected he'd deserted like a stinkin' Morgul-rat.
Our patrol spied him wound in cords head to foot, dangling upside-down in some dark corner, aging like choice Elf-flesh -- hoping we'd free him! But Shagrat stopped us.
We encouraged him: "Take heart! Her Ladyship doesn't eat dead meat, or suck cold blood. She'll keep you alive, here in Her larder, maybe for weeks!"
How he glared!
Radbug advised, "When Shelob comes... Hide!" Laughing, we trooped away under the dreadful malice of his stare.
[Said Shagrat,] "D'you remember old Ufthak? We lost him for days. Then we found him in a corner; hanging up he was, but he was wide awake and glaring. How we laughed! She'd forgotten him, maybe, but we didn't touch him -- no good interfering with Her..."
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