[Hookbill the Goomba]

"This relentless attack will not stop!" cried Taruthol in disperse, "There are too many of them!" Thranduil stumbled, he looked injured. Taurthol turned to rush to his side, but a considerably large spider leapt him upon. It thrust its face up to Taurthol's but it was hewn from him. Taurthol got to his feet and began again to hack down more of the spiders.

Thranduil had taken a long sword and done a great injury to one of the largest spiders. The other hideous things seemed a little despaired. Taurthol lifted his sword and cried aloud; "Elves! Let us rise up and do our duty!" With that the elves seemed to gain more energy from nowhere. They began to push the spiders back.

Taurthol stood in the middle of the combat; the rain was battering down upon his head. He smiled, he thought he could see victory ahead. But as if to combat his thought, a spider of huge proportions smashed through the trees be hind him. Before Taurthol could swing around to draw his sword he was flung out of the path of the spider a long with many other elves. Swiftly he leaped to his feet and held his sword in a firm grip.

A sudden burst of anger filled Taurthol as he saw Thranduil in distress. his injury was hindering his combat, more and more spiders came to him as if to spite them all. Leaping with all of his might, Taurthol dived into the belly of the largest spider. the sword drove deep into the belly of the beast and it let forth a huge cry of pain. Thranduil turned and nodded at Tauthol. The rain was beginning to clear, this was not good, the spiders began to re gain their confidence.