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Shelob gazed at Samwise with frank interest. Now that he could see her better, her spidery aspect was less fearsome. She was some woman!
"I'm sorry, Shelob," he said diffidently, "but I must deliver the Ring to the Crack of Doom. I cannot abate my onus."
"Because I'm a spider!" she flared. Samwise was taken aback. This was some feminine logic!
Samwise considered. Probably he should simply stick her with Sting--the sexual connotation was apt! But his conscience balked. And he was flattered; few females--human or otherwise-- would be content with a man of his height.
"I'm sorry," he said again, lamely. "I must go." He withdrew the Phial of Galadriel and displayed it to Shelob. Shrieking curses, she retreated before him, her female form tempting him still--
No! He would not be distracted. Suddenly he remembered with fresh urgency:
Frodo was alive, but taken by the enemy.