silwritersguild challenge #12: innocence They were only children, with wide grey Sindar-eyes and chubby fingers and dimples. One howled at the indignity of a grazed knee and his brother was fit to take up the refrain except that rough hands were clamped over their mouths, nothing like their mother’s caress. They were in the dark parts of the forest; where they weren’t allowed to go, full of spiders. They were not scared of the little spiders in their home but their sister told them that these spiders were different; these spiders would eat a little boy whole in one-two gulps.
They huddled together (lost).