[Ithaeliel]

Anroth continued to jump through the trees as lightly as a cat. He was getting better all the time. But he had gone on for miles with no sign of anyone. How quick and sly could Arawil possibly be?
Finally, he heard a cry, and a quarter-mile later Arawil was on the ground beneath him, surrounded by a large pack of hungry spiders. "Now we shall finally have our vengeance on the Murderer," one hissed in the tongue of the children of Ungoliant, which Anroth barely understood. They began to close in on Arawil. She fought back, killing many, but she was by far outnumbered. Anroth jumped down quietly from the tree and raised his sword above the back of one of the attacking spiders. But another saw him and croaked at the spider right before Anroth drove his sword into its back. It shrieked and crumpled up before the ranger drew forth his sword and slew another. Soon enough, the pack was in a frenzy, with now both Arawil and Anroth fighting them.