Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| March 2-8, 3019: Throw |
| Around Tolfalas they came – ships bearing Harad's standard. For a week, they skirted timidly on the horizon. Then one night they closed. Short and bloody, that battle, and only a few Corsair ships escaped, fleeing ahead of their pursuers toward the straits about the small islands beyond the Bay. And then they appeared: an immense host of Haradric ships, hidden among the atolls. The tables were turned: the Corsairs overwhelmed their enemies, and had the victory. Then half sailed north to blockade Dol Amroth, and half east to take the Bay. Thirty years had passed, but Umbar would be repaid. |