Dark were the sails of the Corsairs’ ships
Dark were their hearts as well
No town or cottage was safe from them
Along the Anduin from Belfalas to the White City
These minions of the Dark Lord struck fear in all.

Tall was he with searching gaze
The light of Elendil was in his eyes
A man of secret, dark was his past.
They said he was both Elf and man,
Called Thorongil, Commander of the White City,
A worthy foe to end the pirates’ deeds.

“The look of eagles in his eyes, the stars upon his breast,
A sword of old hung at his side, Angawaen Nor*
Recovered from Gondolin’s glory days,
As he came south from the White City
With the winged helms of Gondor.

And with him seemed our kin of old
Earendil, Turgon, and Gil-galad.
He led his gallant host secretly disguised
Sailing down the Anduin to the great sea port.
Flames filled the winter night seen from the White City
As they burned the corsair ships.

On the quay at Pelargir
He met the crimson corsair king.
The Gondorian commander raised Angwaen Nor
Like an Elven lord of old.
‘Single combat, to the death’ cried the pirate king
As his raiders crowded close, blood-lust in their eyes.
Like unto the row of kings memorial in the White City
Thorongil silent stood, with his valiant host.

Six times the pirate leader closed
Six answers by Angwaen Nor, blood flowed freely.
One last time, the desperate one breathed and prepared to charge.
Thorongil, justice in his heart, saluted to his foe.
‘An Gondor. An ilyi nissi nallar. An astaldi neri dagar mar ello hae. **
I pledge revenge for the White City.’
His troopers cheered him wildly as the pirate king attacked.

Deadly was the corsair’s blade, as wicked as his cause.
Angwean Nor of Gondolin whickered slicing through the air
The corsair’s head and sword both dropped
To the docks along the shore
A gallant win for good and light,
A sound setback for Mordor in the East,
So ends the reign of the scourge of the coast
Laid low by the commander of the White City
Thorongil, Hero of Umbar.

*Angawaen Nor was a sword handed to Aragorn by a mysterious old man as he and his men, disguised, rode out of Minas Tirith to burn the pirate fleet. Aragorn recognized the runes that named the blade: “I am Agawaen Nor, blood-stained fire of Gondolin. Attack my lord and repent.”

**For Gondor. For all the women who weep. For the brave men battling far from home. I take revenge for the White City.” Loosely based on Thorongil’s words spoken while battling the corsair on the quay at Pelargir.
(Forgive but correct any Elvish errors for me please.)