Arawil muttered curses under her breath. What had started as her own personal vendetta against Shelob had turned into what she viewed as a merry walking-party for too many clueless elves.
"Fine!" she snarled. "You can all come! But don't expect it to be fun. This is no picnic for children in the woods. We will likely meet terrible battle, fearsome darkness, and we will all probably die. But if that's what you want..."
Arawil had expected them all to quit right then and there, to go crying home to their mothers. But, strangely, none of them seemed distressed by her morbid pronouncement.
So the Maia, unsure of what she should say, gripped a tree branch and swung herself up, crawling like the spiders she hunted across the canopy. "Hurry up! I don't have forever," she called behind her.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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