Chieftan Kuzaymah peered at the walls of Dol Amroth. They were white, almost as white as the fabled walls of Minas Tirith, if the tables were to be believed. A letter had recently arrived from Mordor, speaking of the capture of Minas Tirith. It was good news, and soon equally good news would reach Mordor from Harad, telling of the capture of the next greatest city in Gondor. Of course, before that could be accomplished, he actually had to capture the city. He rose his scimitar high above his head and waited as his army gathered behind him. He spoke to the gathered Haradrim:
"Warriors of Harad! Today we make the first step in taking back the legacy that is rightfully ours, and gaining revenge on those who took it from us! These foolish Numenoreans hold themselves superior to us, and have for many hundreds of years. This is the day we show them that they are no loftier or greater than us!"
The gathered Haradrim smashed spears and swords on their shields and shouted for their Sultan.
"Once we strove to emulate these people, and be accepted by them. We hoped to reenter their good graces. Today, we prove that it is them who should be grovelling before us, begging for acceptance. Today, we have chosen the path of Sauron, the path which will bring us the power and might that has long been denied us. So today, fight for Sauron. Fight for Harad. But mostly fight for yourselves, that you may gain what should be yours!"
Shouts erupted from the army as the men renewed their beating and pounding. Cries of "Sauron!" and "Mordor!" were mixed in among "Harad!" and "Khuzaymah!"
With a dramatic sweep of his scimitar, he began the assault. A force of spearmen covered their heads with their shields, and even though a few were struck down by arrows, most reached the gate to ram it. Others swarmed over the wall on ladders. Soon the front line defenders, mostly archers, were overwhelmed and hewn down. Khuzaymah then led a cavalry charge through the gate. He spotted the enemy captain attempting to rally his men, and rode at him. However, before he could reach him, a spearhead sprouted from his chest. He slumped to the ground to reveal one of his own soldiers gripping the bloodied shaft. The man threw the weapon down, and the rest of the Gondorians followed.
The city was Khuzaymah's, and losses were acceptable, although more had perished in the initial press than he had hoped. He spared most of the city's populace in gratitude to the men who surrendered, because it had spared many of his men.
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