The White Horse

[tom bombariffic]

At this point, a cacophany of clapping and cheering sifted in through the windows. Dark was falling, and outside the followers of the gwaith-formen had built a large bonfireon an open patch of land facing the White Horse. All now sat in a circle around the fire, seated on long logs that stretched full circle, and sang songs to keep them active and warm, while they waited for the performance of the gwaith-formen. a maid from the inn kept them well served with ale, and the mood was one of merriment. Even the stable-boy could be seen watching from the stable beside the inn.
The players stood on one side of the fire, and announced that their tale would soon begin. Esgaltaur headed quickly towards the inn, while Aranna and Tathartaur. the third of the players, talked between themselves.
Esgaltaur opened the inn door and cleared his throat.
"For those who wish to see and will brave the dark, our performance will begin shortly".
General murmurs arose, suggesting that the gwaith-formen should perform indoors, in the warmth.
"Sadly not, dear friends" said he, silencing the tavernfolk, "for our tale takes place here in middle earth and concerns the Moriquendi, therefore we must perform under the stars."
with that he bowed, and made his way back outside.