Thanks, Susan!
My guess at Aragorn_Protector's riddle is Shelob.
In any case, as I owe a riddle submission to this thread here it is below:
No flowery destiny, I become one with flour ground.
Inside a hole, a smaller hole opens round.
I'm planted inside, taken out when baked gold.
Served with tea, shared with kin, or at an Inn sold.
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