Tolkien's Lore and On Ungoliant

     I am called many things - spider, shadow, void. But my true name, the one I keep hidden even from those of the Valar, is Ungoliant, and I am the ever thirsting darkness. I was not made for the light, nor do I crave its beauty. I am hunger, endless and insatiable. Some whisper that I was once a spirit of great power who turned from the order of the Valar. I remember only that I fled to the dark places of the world, weaving webs in the silent chasms, where even the air grew heavy with despair. There, I fed on all that shone, until no light remained around me. My form is terrible to behold. The Elves would call me monstrous, for I wear the shape of a vast spider, though I am more than flesh - I am shadow made solid. My body is swollen with the light I have devoured, my legs long and sharp, and my eyes glow faintly with stolen fire. But always, always, I hunger. When I swallow radiance, I grow in might, and yet the emptiness gnaws deeper within me. I am not good. Nor wou...