This had been a stupid idea. He was forced to admit that now that he hung upside down, tangled in the spiders' nest. He
twisted around, searching for his companion, but instead met the eyes of the nest's occupant.
"Glóin? Help? Now!"
"Durin's beard, Thranduil!"
He heard the sound of tearing fabric and the spider's dying shriek before dropping heavily to the ground.
"Thanks," he grunted.
Glóin stared at the nest that stretched over a wide expanse between two trees. "What possessed you to try
and jump that distance?"
Thranduil grinned at him sheepishly.
"Legolas makes it look so easy."