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.
A/N: See <a href="http://www.henneth-annun.net/stories/chapter_view.cfm?stid=8531&spordinal=30">note 8</a> for attribution of these lines.
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