"It was as our rider reported. A month after the fleet was sighted, we saw the sails of the large Gondorian ships at the horizon. Ship after ship sailed into the harbour, with seemingly no end. A part of the fleet even had to unship his troops and supplies near the coast, for the harbour could not hold any more ships! Soldier after soldier came down the walking plank, all clad in their polished steel armour, holding large shields and long spears. They even brought their famous horses with them! It looked like the entire realm of Gondor went to battle..."
"Many a heart cheered at this sight of true military power. Many thought we could not lose, and I was one of those as well. Only those that fail to see the spark of light and hope in every situation still thought we would march to our doom. Who would know they were most right of all, in the end?"
"As glorious and magnificent this all may have seemed, I shall never forget the ship of king Eärnur himself. Where most of the Gondorian ships were large already, they could impossibly match the royal ship. A floating fort, one would say, though built in such a way that it could compete with the faster ships in speed. A tall man, he was. With a friendly expression that seemingly never abandoned him. He was truly a royal figure, one that demanded respect from all that saw him, one that offered kindness to those he swore to protect. He would lead us to victory, we were sure of that."
"Soon after the arrival, the gathered army of Eldar and Atani set out, ready to crush any resistance that we would meet. Though this time, simply defeating the Angmarim army would not suffice. The reign of the Witch King had to end, once and for all, in order to rid Eriador from its filth and horror. And we, the unified armies of Elves and Men, would make sure that this would happen..."
