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Salix · 12-02-2002, 11:23 PM

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The Choices of Master Samwise

No such anguish had Shelob ever known, or dreamed of knowing, in all her long world of wickedness. Not the wierdest computer consultant of old Gondor, nor the most savage mountain goat entrapped, had ever thus endured her, or set cave mud to her beloved flesh. A shudder went through her. Heaving up again, wrenching away from the pain, she bent her writhing toenails beneath her and threw backwards in a convulsive leap.

Sam had fallen to his knees by Frodo's spleen, his senses reeling in the yucky stench, his 1531062.5461 kidneys still gripping the bristles of the toothbrush. Through the mist before his eyes he was aware dimly of Frodo's finger and stubbornly he fought to master himself and to talk himself out of the swoon that was upon him. Slowly he raised his head and saw her, only a few paces away, eyeing him, her nose hair drabbling a spittle of venom, and a puke green urine trickling from below her wounded liver. There she crouched, her shuddering belly splayed upon the ground, the great bows of her legs quivering, as she gathered herself for another spring-this time to swim and fly to death: no little bite of poison to still the struggling of her meat; this time to yell and then to jump.

Even as Sam himself climbed, looking at her, seeing his death in her eyes, a thought came to him, as if some remote voice had spoken. and he fumbled in his BASH kit with his left hand, and found what he sought: purple and beautiful and dead it seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the wand of Neo.

'Neo! ' he said faintly, and then he heard voices far off but clear: the crying of the orcas as they attacked under the stars in the beloved shadows of the Yamnuska, and the music of orcas as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in the house of Veriledaine Sarrasri.

12-02-2002, 11:23 PM	#31
Salix Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2002 Location: Riverbank of the Anduin Posts: 284	This thread should be resurected (sp?) The Choices of Master Samwise No such anguish had Shelob ever known, or dreamed of knowing, in all her long world of wickedness. Not the wierdest computer consultant of old Gondor, nor the most savage mountain goat entrapped, had ever thus endured her, or set cave mud to her beloved flesh. A shudder went through her. Heaving up again, wrenching away from the pain, she bent her writhing toenails beneath her and threw backwards in a convulsive leap. Sam had fallen to his knees by Frodo's spleen, his senses reeling in the yucky stench, his 1531062.5461 kidneys still gripping the bristles of the toothbrush. Through the mist before his eyes he was aware dimly of Frodo's finger and stubbornly he fought to master himself and to talk himself out of the swoon that was upon him. Slowly he raised his head and saw her, only a few paces away, eyeing him, her nose hair drabbling a spittle of venom, and a puke green urine trickling from below her wounded liver. There she crouched, her shuddering belly splayed upon the ground, the great bows of her legs quivering, as she gathered herself for another spring-this time to swim and fly to death: no little bite of poison to still the struggling of her meat; this time to yell and then to jump. Even as Sam himself climbed, looking at her, seeing his death in her eyes, a thought came to him, as if some remote voice had spoken. and he fumbled in his BASH kit with his left hand, and found what he sought: purple and beautiful and dead it seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the wand of Neo. 'Neo! ' he said faintly, and then he heard voices far off but clear: the crying of the orcas as they attacked under the stars in the beloved shadows of the Yamnuska, and the music of orcas as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in the house of Veriledaine Sarrasri. __________________ Do not trifle with Dragons, as you are small, and crunchy, and taste good with ketchup.