"Songs! Songs!" Ungoliant screeched her derision. “You think mere musical prattles will save you now? Did you try singing to the wolves, too? Well, sing away, elf lord, and see what good it does you!"
Then, without warning, Ungoliant seized one of the fallen trees in her maw and swung it like a gigantic club, aiming to dash her foe to bloody smears on the ground before her.
Finrod was in the midst of shouting a reply when the great tree came whipping towards him as though the gigantic spider were holding nothing more than a sapling. He managed to dodge the main trunk as it crashed onto the ground, but was caught in the chest by one of the upper branches - sending him flying under Ungoliant’s huge legs.
He sat up, winded, and tried to summon the strength within him that had once brought Sauron to his knees. But it had been so long since he had tried to unearth that part of himself - and he was so out of breath - that the attempt did nothing but summon a small wind that whipped round the clearing. Hid did all that he could do: hid from the unnatural creature by standing underneath her belly in what he hoped was her blind spot.