The horrible laughter came again, and the speed of movement increased. “Pretty words, lordling, but as empty as your hopes, I fear. You know better than that, don’t you? You were there - I hear it in your voice. You remember me.”
“So it is true, you have survived all these years.” Finrod raised his chin, defiant. “Yet you are old, now. The light of the trees would have lasted long. You are weaker, now, I know this as I know my own name. You asked me if I was afraid of werewolves, and I am. But I have slain werewolves as a result of that fear. What makes you think a spider will be any different?”