Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 25 |
| March 13, 3019: Throw |
| At Pelargir lay the main fleet of Umbar, fifty great ships and smaller vessels beyond count. Many of those pursued [from Lamedon] had reached the havens and brought their fear with them. Some of the ships had put off, many smaller craft were ablaze. But the Haradrim were fierce in despair – they laughed for they were a great army still. But Aragorn cried: “Now come!” Suddenly the Shadow Host came up like a grey tide, sweeping all away before it, for the dead needed no weapon but fear. Ere that dark day ended none of the enemy were left. |
See note 8 for attribution of these lines. |