'The Corsairs of Umbar!' men shouted.... 'The Corsairs are upon us! It is the last stroke of doom!'
The Return of the King, LoTR Book 5, Ch 6, The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Watchmen on the walls tolled the alarm: a hostile fleet foaming against the tide — dromunds, galleys of great draught — black sails bellying in the freshening breeze.
He took a stand atop a green hummock, letting blow the horns to rally the battle-fit; for he thought to fight there on foot till all fell, though none be left to remember. His ancient sword he hoisted high in stern defiance.
Upon the foremost ship a black standard broke, and the wind splayed it as she tacked towards the Havens:
The Red Eye.
The Straight Way now barred, Círdan faced his people's doom.
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