English CA: Creative Writing based on a Film: Lord of the Rings-The Two Towers
This cave had been the heart of countless stories about brave knights and noble lords who had ventured into its depths on a quest to conquer the monstrous beast within. But the unsuspecting Frodo did not recognise where he was: Shelob’s Lair.
As he came to its entrance the most repulsive and pungent smell he had ever encountered assaulted his nose. The disgusting stench pervaded his entire body; it left him retching violently. His stomach churned and even as he scrambled backwards, away from the dark opening, it was at least ten minutes before he could breathe normally again. What on earth could be in there to create such a foul reek? Nothing but a mountain of unnameable filth piled high enough to touch the ceiling of the cavernous hole could cause it.
But Frodo knew there was no other way through or around the towering mountain so, savouring the last breath of sweet, clean air he would have for a long time, he continued on into the blackness. It was as if a gaping mouth had swallowed him up as, after only a hundred metres or so, any remnants of light that had managed to trickle into the gloom were extinguished.
However it was not long before Frodo remembered the gift he had been given and pulled out the bottle. Muttering the necessary words he waited until, faintly at first, it began to glow. Its light grew stronger and stronger, brighter and brighter-and with it so did Frodo’s hope-until the darkness had receded from it and, held aloft by Frodo’s shaky hand, the minute heart of silvery fire as dazzling as the first fully risen star illuminated the cave.
What he saw made his heart sink. Revealed from the shadows were columns and pillars 5 times the hobbit’s height, standing like stone watchmen barring him from continuing on in that direction. Lining the walls were layer upon layer of white, sticky threads. Each strand was as thick as rope and the glue like substance which covered them all was filled with remnants of animals. There were feathers and lizard
As he came to its entrance the most repulsive and pungent smell he had ever encountered assaulted his nose. The disgusting stench pervaded his entire body; it left him retching violently. His stomach churned and even as he scrambled backwards, away from the dark opening, it was at least ten minutes before he could breathe normally again. What on earth could be in there to create such a foul reek? Nothing but a mountain of unnameable filth piled high enough to touch the ceiling of the cavernous hole could cause it.
But Frodo knew there was no other way through or around the towering mountain so, savouring the last breath of sweet, clean air he would have for a long time, he continued on into the blackness. It was as if a gaping mouth had swallowed him up as, after only a hundred metres or so, any remnants of light that had managed to trickle into the gloom were extinguished.
However it was not long before Frodo remembered the gift he had been given and pulled out the bottle. Muttering the necessary words he waited until, faintly at first, it began to glow. Its light grew stronger and stronger, brighter and brighter-and with it so did Frodo’s hope-until the darkness had receded from it and, held aloft by Frodo’s shaky hand, the minute heart of silvery fire as dazzling as the first fully risen star illuminated the cave.
What he saw made his heart sink. Revealed from the shadows were columns and pillars 5 times the hobbit’s height, standing like stone watchmen barring him from continuing on in that direction. Lining the walls were layer upon layer of white, sticky threads. Each strand was as thick as rope and the glue like substance which covered them all was filled with remnants of animals. There were feathers and lizard