Within the clearing firelight blazed and torches flickered.
Drumbeats thrummed, a rhythm that stirred the blood and echoed in the
hearts of the dancers. Harpers and singers added a gentle
counterpoint, but the music of the drums could not be denied.
The feet of the dancers left no mark on the grass as they swirled in
intricate patterns, jumping and leaping across the fires, as they
celebrated the song of Arda and the waning of the year.
Here within the enchanted circle of firelight no harm could touch them,
held at bay by the power and strength of the Elvenking.