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Meneltarmacil · 02-10-2006, 03:42 PM

(edited somewhat)

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 dumbest cobbler of old Gondor, nor the most savage werewolf entrapped, had ever thus endured her, or set bullhorn to her beloved flesh. A shudder went through her. Heaving up again, wrenching away from the pain, she bent her writhing teeth beneath her and bounced backwards in a convulsive leap.

Sam had fallen to his knees by Frodo's nose, his senses reeling in the large stench, his nineteen thousand five hundred twenty three toes still gripping the strings of the guitar. Through the mist before his eyes he was aware dimly of Frodo's head and stubbornly he fought to master himself and to prance 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 foot drabbling a spittle of venom, and a green orange juice trickling from below her wounded belly. 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 bite and fall to death: no little bite of poison to still the struggling of her meat; this time to climb and to howl.

Even as Sam himself kicked, 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 chest with his left hand, and found what he sought: smelly and impressive and slippery it seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the silly hat of The Saucepan Man.

'The Saucepan Man! ' he said faintly, and he heard voices far off but clear: the crying of the Klingons as they ate under the stars in the beloved shadows of the Antarctica, and the music of Klingons as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in the house of Nilpaurion Felagund.

02-10-2006, 03:42 PM	#12
Meneltarmacil Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: The bottom of the ocean, discussing philosophy with a giant squid Posts: 2,254	(edited somewhat) 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 dumbest cobbler of old Gondor, nor the most savage werewolf entrapped, had ever thus endured her, or set bullhorn to her beloved flesh. A shudder went through her. Heaving up again, wrenching away from the pain, she bent her writhing teeth beneath her and bounced backwards in a convulsive leap. Sam had fallen to his knees by Frodo's nose, his senses reeling in the large stench, his nineteen thousand five hundred twenty three toes still gripping the strings of the guitar. Through the mist before his eyes he was aware dimly of Frodo's head and stubbornly he fought to master himself and to prance 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 foot drabbling a spittle of venom, and a green orange juice trickling from below her wounded belly. 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 bite and fall to death: no little bite of poison to still the struggling of her meat; this time to climb and to howl. Even as Sam himself kicked, 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 chest with his left hand, and found what he sought: smelly and impressive and slippery it seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the silly hat of The Saucepan Man. 'The Saucepan Man! ' he said faintly, and he heard voices far off but clear: the crying of the Klingons as they ate under the stars in the beloved shadows of the Antarctica, and the music of Klingons as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in the house of Nilpaurion Felagund. __________________ I ♣ baby seals.