"Death! Death!" Cried Taurthol, "Die you foul creatures!" he cut down a further five spiders that came towards them. He laughed, he could not say weather it was madness or the thrill of battle. Probably both.
One spider leaped into the air and headed straight at the king. But before Taurthol could turn his blade thither another spider was on his back. Taurthol fell over backwards and the spider tried to peace him. Swiftly he drew an arrow from his quiver and leaped to his feet. Without a second thought the arrow had shot through the spider's head.
Turning about Taurthol saw that several spiders were attacking the king. His closest friends were attempting to aid him, but there were too many. He fired an arrow into the cluster of spiders that now massed about them. It seemed that for every spider he killed, three replaced it. Then, as if to answer their plight, the skies opened and the rain began to fall.
Very quickly the ground became soggy and hard to walk in. some of the larger spiders fell over and could not get back up. Lifting his sword, the king signalled for and attack. All of the elves drew swords and set out to hack down the spiders one by one, while the rain lasted.
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