The elf was doing his best not to see or hear anything that was going on. The unnaturalness of both of them was hurting his head and bringing up a lot of unpleasant memories.

The Ungoliant is enraged and hurt to the point that she is far beyond words by this point. She shrieks at Alastor, jaws wide and dripping poisonous ichor that sizzle and burn as it hits the stone floor.

The smell of her burning flesh stinks worse than a putrifying corpse, acrid and cloying as it sticks in your throat and nostrils. But even though she is burned and wounded she wont stop coming at the object of her ire. Belching out unlight and poison in her wake as she tries to bite and tear at him.