Angels on the Moon (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Braig swished his mane, tossing his head in the air; he loved to go on runs. He had the most beautiful coat, white and black, he was a paint. Many thought it strange, seeing him, no other horse in Middle Earth had his colors. Alas, he was not from Middle Earth, nor was his rider. I wasn't from this land, although, I had been here for many, many years. I am not here because I've done a good deed. I was sent here for a punishment. I was allowed to take a five items I cherished, one being Braig. There are a few of me on this earth, how many I do not know. I have not met any in my travels, but I know they are here. Misunderstood creatures we are. Some might say demons, devils, monsters... we've heard them all before. We keep our identity hidden, but still keep it close to our hearts, though, we always remember what we are, what we've done.
We are the fallen ones, we are Exiles.