Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| February, 3019: Throw |
| To Dol Amroth, the coasts; to Pelargir, the river – the river at all costs. The Steward thus had laid upon that city no arms-tithe to guard Minas Tirith, but left Pelargir one duty: hold the river, that more men than Pelargir could send should come. The waters are wide, its coasts long – Dol Amroth and Pelargir had consulted, and placed squads of Dol Amroth ships around the largest harbors, put half Pelargir's fleet at the throat of the Ethir. Pelargir prepared: stone-shot, arrows, guards upon walls. And in the Old Haradric Quarter, whither some looked askance, the city quartered garrisons. |