Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The Red Book, The King's Copy: Ghost |
| On the thirteenth of March, the Dead swept the Corsairs from their ships, driving those before Pelargir's walls into Anduin, and Pelargir's defenders cleared them from the quarters they had won. Then from the inner rows they came – King's men, grievously reduced. For fierce had been the fighting – so fierce, despite the battle's swiftness, that, their ships manned and Minas Tirith still to take, the Corsairs risked no rebellion. In the quarters they captured, they put their male captives to the sword: no Dúnadan or Vale-folk lad over ten lived; of captured Pelargirite Haradrim, not one mother's son was spared. |