To cut hair: Shelob’s Lair
Characters/Pairing: Frodo, Boromir
Disclaimer: Not Tolkien, not making money, please don't sue.
Summary: To the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie...
Death-scent hovers close; something moves in the gaps in the walls.
Too late, Frodo learns the truth of dread-laden rumor.
Shelob rushes them, spewing a foul darkness like a vapor. Frodo gags, can see nothing, fumbles the phial and thrusts his arm in darkness’s face. Besides him, Boromir gives a wordless, hard-voiced cry.
A clangor, like swords scraping – and a terrible, gurgling shriek rises. Great legs scramble, and razor-wire hairs cut across his cheek.
Clutching the Ring, which burns with warning – and desire – Frodo staggers away, the phial thrust blindly before him.
“Boromir?” he calls.
But there is no answer.
Author's notes: All right, slight cheat — in this case, it's hair that cuts!