"But I warn you, mortal. I am not on anyone's side. Your petty kingdom's quarrels mean nothing to me. My only task is to rid the world of Ungoliant's kin. Stay out of my way." She grabbed a limb of a nearby tree and swung herself up, clearly planning to escape.
"Wait!" Anroth called. "Can you help me get to the Elven King's halls? I am lost..."
"Obviously, little man. But in this I will help you. Follow me." She sprang to another branch and began to climb like a spider across the forest canopy. Anroth gulped and followed, thinking all the time I'm going to die. I am going to fall, and die.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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