Truly, it was a match made in heaven. Shelob and Grissom. Him, with his love of all spiders. Her, with her love of all humanoids. And as if fate had dictated it from the very start, they met and mutual admiration bloomed at once, like a fragile flower in the first wind of spring. He admired her magnitude of eyes and legs. She admired his sweet flesh and crunchy bones. She was hungry. He was food. It was meant to be.
At least, that's what Shelob considered as she ate thoughtfully, and really, she was the only one left to tell.
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Date: 2005-03-01 12:18 am (UTC)At least, that's what Shelob considered as she ate thoughtfully, and really, she was the only one left to tell.