Frodo and Sam followed Gollum
A wretched creature who wanted the Ring
And had been spying them endlessly
Since their departure.
He showed the way through Ephel Duat,
a dark tunnel called Torech Ungol,
At the top of the Mountains.

The smell around is a foul reek, but there’s only this way.
In this lightless blind and stenched hole, the notion of time sense is vanishing.

For eternity, for the Dark Years, long before Sauron, Barad-dûr and the Ring,
Shelob the great, last child of Ungoliant, get some preys and drink the blood of Elves and Men
Torech Ungol, awful nest, its the den it dwells,
Where its eyes are glowing waiting for the traveller…

Out of this comes an intense lurking malice,
« There’s something here » thinks Frodo.
Suddenly he hears a gurgling and long venomous hiss :
Still as stones do the hobbits stand,
Something horrible creaks in the dark.
Only its eyes can they see, monstrous and abominable,
bestial and filled with the hideous delight to get another prey,
for they’re trapped.
Horrible beyond the horror of an evil dream.
Its great bulk is black, blotched with livid marks,
Its legs are bent, with great knobbed joints
High above its back, a huge, remorseless and demonic spider.

For eternity, for the Dark Years, long before Sauron, Barad-dûr and the Ring,
Shelob the great, last child of Ungoliant, get some preys and drink the blood of Elves and Men
Torech Ungol, awful nest, its the den it dwells,
Where its eyes are glowing waiting for the traveller…

Awful Shelob (has) run on Frodo,
To hit and paralyse its prey.
Samwise the hobbit, Hamfast’s son,
is now on the path.
His glass blazes suddenly, flaming like a star
His elven-sword wounds the beasts.
Shrunken in defeat Shelob flees.

For eternity, for the Dark Years, long before Sauron, Barad-dûr and the Ring,
Shelob the great, last child of Ungoliant, get some preys and drink the blood of Elves and Men
Torech Ungol, awful nest, its the den it dwells,
Where its eyes are glowing waiting for the traveller…