Silently they crept forward. They were such dolts. Did they think she was blind, with the great array of eyes she had been given? Sword-slashed smile bent as they neared. She would wait. Though hungry, nothing would keep her from teaching these little ones a lesson – and then she would feast upon them.
Ungoliant's Spawn she had been called. But Ungoliant had never eaten as she did. Her daughter knew Sauron had betrayed her mother; somewhere, in the deep of Angband, he had slain her. No one would slay her daughter. Not even these eleven stupid spiders, her own offspring!
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