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And
the
golden
bells
are
shaken
of
mallos
and
alfirin
In
the
green
fields
of
Lebennin
,
In
the
wind
from
the
Sea
!
'
Green
are
those
fields
in
the
songs
of
my
people
;
but
they
were
dark
then
,
grey
wastes
in
the
blackness
before
us
.
And
over
the
wide
land
,
trampling
unheeded
the
grass
and
the
flowers
,
we
hunted
our
foes
through
a
day
and
a
night
,
until
we
came
at
the
bitter
end
to
the
Great
River
at
last
.
'
Then
I
thought
in
my
heart
that
we
drew
near
to
the
Sea
;
for
wide
was
the
water
in
the
darkness
,
and
sea-birds
innumerable
cried
on
its
,
shores
.
Alas
for
the
wailing
of
the
gulls
!
Did
not
the
Lady
tell
me
to
beware
of
them
?
And
now
I
can
not
forget
them
.
'
'
For
my
part
I
heeded
them
not
,
'
said
Gimli
;
'
for
we
came
then
at
last
upon
battle
in
earnest
.
There
at
Pelargir
lay
the
main
fleet
of
Umbar
,
fifty
great
ships
and
smaller
vessels
beyond
count
.
Many
of
those
that
we
pursued
had
reached
the
havens
before
us
,
and
brought
their
fear
with
them
;
and
some
of
the
ships
had
put
off
,
seeking
to
escape
down
the
River
or
to
reach
the
far
shore
;
and
many
of
the
smaller
craft
were
ablaze
.
But
the
Haradrim
,
being
now
driven
to
the
brink
,
turned
at
bay
,
and
they
were
fierce
in
despair
;
and
they
laughed
when
they
looked
on
us
,
for
they
were
a
great
army
still
.
'
But
Aragorn
halted
and
cried
with
a
great
voice
:
"
Now
come
!
By
the
Black
Stone
I
call
you
!
"
And
suddenly
the
Shadow
Host
that
had
hung
back
at
the
last
came
up
like
a
grey
tide
,
sweeping
all
away
before
it
.
Faint
cries
I
heard
,
and
dim
horns
blowing
,
and
a
murmur
as
of
countless
far
voices
:
it
was
like
the
echo
of
some
forgotten
battle
in
the
Dark
Years
long
ago
.
Pale
swords
were
drawn
;
but
I
know
not
whether
their
blades
would
still
bite
,
for
the
Dead
needed
no
longer
any
weapon
but
fear
.
None
would
withstand
them
.
'
To
every
ship
they
came
that
was
drawn
up
,
and
then
they
passed
over
the
water
to
those
that
were
anchored
;
and
all
the
mariners
were
filled
with
a
madness
of
terror
and
leaped
overboard
,
save
the
slaves
chained
to
the
oars
.
Reckless
we
rode
among
our
fleeing
foes
,
driving
them
like
leaves
,
until
we
came
to
the
shore
.
And
then
to
each
of
the
great
ships
that
remained
Aragorn
sent
one
of
the
Dúnedain
,
and
they
comforted
the
captives
that
were
aboard
,
and
bade
them
put
aside
fear
and
be
free
.
'
Ere
that
dark
day
ended
none
of
the
enemy
were
left
to
resist
us
all
were
drowned
,
or
were
flying
south
in
the
hope
to
find
their
own
lands
upon
foot
.
Strange
and
wonderful
I
thought
it
that
the
designs
of
Mordor
should
be
overthrown
by
such
wraiths
of
fear
and
darkness
.
With
its
own
weapons
was
it
worsted
!
'
