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Overlooking the lake stood a femme beside Smaug, his equal and mated. The dark sky cast shadows around them, blending the darker half of her pelt in with the surroundings. Her fur was thick and many scars from her fights before and after the fateful day she’d met her mate were concealed. A few were large enough to poke through, but predominantly it was that on her face which caught attention. The left side of her face, that which was currently revealed to the brute, had been torn apart in a brutal fight many years ago. It was sensitive, provoking attack if anyone dared touch that area, but she was used to it, barely even remembered a time when her face looked whole.
A cold yellow gaze flicked left right a moment as the male began to speak, before she returned to watching over the misty lake. “We have trained our young well, yet they are two in number. Even together we are only four. Thorin’s group are fools, but they are numerous. We must remember not to underestimate the advantage that number can provide.” Her expression held no emotion as she continued to listen to him. The femme was the embodiment of merciless and wasted no opportunity to be cruel. “What is done, is done,” she responded, “There is still a chance to formulate a plan.” We can spin a web, she thought to herself, one this group of pups will fall into and be unable to climb out of. We will have them where we want them.
“Where do you believe is best to find warriors?” This, asking the male of his opinion, was her way of revealing her emotions for him. They were not a pair for words, but subtle actions, and he would know what the question’s second meaning was. In the past and at the start of their mating, Shelob would make her own decisions; nobody’s opinion was better than her own. Asking her mate what he thought, it was as good as an admission of trust and equality between them. A show of love which honest words would never reveal. Their family were the only ones she would show even hints of affection for, and sometimes for the brute slightly softer actions would surface.
At Smaug’s next words a dip of the femme’s head as she turned her gaze back to him. “We need to gather the warriors quickly. Then perhaps we can establish them as guards to look out for Thorin’s group. After that, they may be able to become spies if they are not seen.” The mated pair with two strong sons by their sides would find it easy to gather allied warriors. After that they would be able to create a plan. With Smaug by her side, they would be unstoppable, invincible.
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||Shelob|| ||Female|| ||Adult|| ||Mated to Smaug|| ||No Pack|| ||Mother to Siminine and Sinbad||
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