Kids These Days by Babblecat  

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Loud music


Getting tipsy on distilled starlight and waking up with a Maiar level hangover is one thing. Ungoliant deals with such suffering regularly. However she cannot tolerate being woken by the pling pling of loudly played elf music. The elves inventing the harp has been nothing but a curse upon the world. And they wonder why she and Mellor trolled them so hard. Uncurling her legs and heaving herself off her back is an extreme mission, but she is driven by a need worse than the usual one.

“Stop that racket!” she roars, when she comes upon the culprits. In the largest cavern a horde of her children are swarming over an ivory harp filched from some elf kingdom or other, each spiderling plucking a different string. It's hell! It's hell! To the void with it!


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