Flying over Rhûn, great ebony masses keel elegantly, like giant ships, diving towards the ground at frightening speed. Great wings like sails catch the falling bodies with a snap, pulling their dark bulks away from certain death on the endless stretch of yellow plains and upwards, up towards the sun, leaving the tall grass waving in their wake. They skip along the waves of the wind, chasing and dancing playfully between the thermals in the summer air, basking in the joy of autonomous flight and distant memories of freedom.
They hesitate for just a moment when their dark masters call.
