“I am no elfling, beast,” Finrod stammered, desperately straining his eyes in the dark to see the looming creature. Yet he knew that if this was indeed Ungoliant, the destroyer of worlds, he had not a snowflake’s chance in the fires of Angband. Unless… he could trick it in some way.

“Nothing born of the light can be defeated by that which lurks in the dark, at least not for long.” He declared, but the false bravado was audible even to himself.