Weaver of her Own Shadows

Under a curtain of black webs, next to a pool that seems to suck up the shadows of Avathar, Ungoliant ponders on the terms she has negotiated with her former master. So long as she remembers the light that will become hers, she will breathe Aman's saccharine air and expose herself to the Valar's fiery eyes with an undaunted heart.

This is an entry for the Tales of Arda Marred Contest.

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