She saw them stumbling towards her web. Dwarves, sure to be plump and tasty for her and her brood.

How unsuspecting they were, unaware of the danger so near.

It was just a matter of waiting and with prey as slim as it was in Mirkwood this was not a problem. For once she would be able to properly feed her young. They often went hungry.

Almost there… caught!

Quickly she raced to wrap them before they could get away. Five in all, quite a feast.

For now, at least, her young could eat their fill and would not starve.