[The Fifth]

The wraith looked down upon the elf-girl who apologized to the other. Although none else could see, he grinned to himself. Foolish elves! he thought. He pulled upon the horse's reins. The horse, at first bending its neck down to chomp at some grass, pricked its ears bak in annoyance; but one of the lessons that the horse had learned earilier is to never disobey the Nazgûl, its master.

So it reared up, its eyes white-ringed, kicking some dust at the elves, as the Nazgûl wanted to mock them, and soon galloped off towards the glade.

Soon the wraith arrived. The horse was extremely exhausted, for it had galloped hard and madly towards the Glade. The Ringwraith dismounted the beast and allowed it to collapse onto the ground, its armored chest heaving up and down. The wraith abandoned the black horse and trotted down towards the Glade.

Already, a few people were gathered there. It was a peaceful-looking place, glowing bright green from all of the foilage, trees, and the grass. Even with the wraith's foul presence, the place seemed wholesome. There were was plenty of space for people of all sorts to place blankets on the floor and spread out the dishes. There was a long wooden table at the end.