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Thingol · 02-14-2002, 04:59 PM

I don't like bugs; Shelob is scary, but her mom from the Silmarillion is even scarier. I can imagine sitting at the feast of the Valar celebrating the new harvest, looking out over the golden fields of Yavanna and gazing at the light of the two trees. Then the shadow of Ungoliant blocks out the light of the trees and a great darkness, like towers of gloom, shoots into the sky. The source of light in Middle Earth has been destroyed. I look to where the trees used to stand; the cloud of Ungoliant is blacker than the darkness that covers the world and is moving towards me. The darkness is more than a lack of light, it is tangible, piercing the eye and entering into my heart and mind. The unlight of Ungoliant swells to a vast cloud as she drinks the sap of the trees and drains the wells of Varda. The image is terrifying, even the Valar were afraid.

[ February 14, 2002: Message edited by: Thingol ]

02-14-2002, 04:59 PM	#9
Thingol Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Long Island, New York Posts: 259	I don't like bugs; Shelob is scary, but her mom from the Silmarillion is even scarier. I can imagine sitting at the feast of the Valar celebrating the new harvest, looking out over the golden fields of Yavanna and gazing at the light of the two trees. Then the shadow of Ungoliant blocks out the light of the trees and a great darkness, like towers of gloom, shoots into the sky. The source of light in Middle Earth has been destroyed. I look to where the trees used to stand; the cloud of Ungoliant is blacker than the darkness that covers the world and is moving towards me. The darkness is more than a lack of light, it is tangible, piercing the eye and entering into my heart and mind. The unlight of Ungoliant swells to a vast cloud as she drinks the sap of the trees and drains the wells of Varda. The image is terrifying, even the Valar were afraid. [ February 14, 2002: Message edited by: Thingol ] __________________ Yet the lies that Melkor, the mighty and accursed, Morgoth Bauglir, the Power of Terror and of Hate, sowed in the hearts of Elves and Men are a seed that does not die and cannot be destroyed; and ever and anon it sprouts anew, and will bear dark fruit even unto the latest days.