At the south wall of the city, the Gondorian footmen were slowly losing ground to the forces of Morgul. Eomer ordered his men to attack the besiegers, knowing that if the wall was breeched, the city would not stand.
Swiftly, the Rohirrim dispersed the attackers and drove them farther south. But as Eomer's men drove through the enemy lines forcing them to the river, the Haradrim moved to outflank them. The enemy soon surrounded Eomer and his men, cutting off their retreat and separating them from Prince Imrahil and his knights who had followed them into battle.
To add to their predicament, reinforcements from Osgiliath poured onto the field, many making to Minas Tirith while others continued to force the two allies farther apart. Fighting off his despair, Eomer urged his men to fight as they slowly retreated toward Prince Imrahil's men. Only by uniting could they hope to survive such a brutal attack from the enemy.
Like the final death knell, the black sails of the corsairs appeared upon the river. The site alone was nearly enough to make the Gondorians and Rohirrim flee the field of battle in hopelessness. Eomer felt his heart sink in his chest and soundly cursed the corsairs. Fleetingly, he wondered where Aragorn was and if he would ever see him again.
He could hear the cries and lamentations of the others as they recognized the new horror sliding up the river and he called to his men to hold their ground. Imrahil, too, urged his men to continue to press toward Eomer in the hopes that, once united, they could retreat in safety to the city.
Aragorn watched grimly as his ship glided toward Harlond and his fingers stroked the silken standard that Arwen had so beautifully fashioned for him. He could hear the cries of alarm and retreat as the black ships sailed closer but he wanted to wait until the last possible moment before he unfurled the standard of Gondor and proclaimed his arrival. He was determined to catch as many of the enemy between the river and Minas Tirith as possible.
Legolas and Gimli stood silently by his side. The dwarf shifted anxiously, fearing that somehow he would be left behind and unable to slay his fair share of the enemy. Legolas squeezed his shoulder comfortingly and smiled down at him. He felt as if everything were finally coming together – drawing to a close. In a way he was almost sad but the feeling quickly passed.
Slowly, the Ranger made his way toward the main mast and lovingly unfurled the standard of Gondor. Arwen had poured her heart into the work and it glinted gold and mithril in the sun. His eyes misted over as he thought of her, her beautiful blue eyes deep as the sea and her hair black as a raven's wing. Her father had given it to him in Dunharrow and he had been at once touched and awed by the site of it. To him it was priceless beyond words. With grim determination, he raised the standard of Gondor and watched as the banner unfurled in the wind. This was his time now - time for him to claim his birthright and unite his people against the enemy.
Just as all hope seemed lost and the enemy pressed forward, Eomer let out a joyous cry unable to believe his own eyes. The standard of Gondor, so long ago forgotten, whipped proudly in the breeze atop the flagship's mast.
He thrust his sword toward the miraculous site and shouted again to his men. Awestruck, they stared to the harbor, none believing what they were seeing. After a stunned silence, a great victorious cry rose up from the Rohirrim and was quickly echoed by the Gondorians.
Aragorn turned to his friends and smiled. "There are plenty for both of you!" He said grimly as he leapt from the bow of the ship onto the dock below.
"And may the best dwarf win!" Shouted Gimli as he followed the ranger.
With a grin Legolas followed his friends and the oath breakers swarmed from the ships and toward the now bewildered enemy.
Suddenly, the forces of Morgul found them selves caught between the Oath breakers and the now combined forces of Eomer and Prince Imrahil the Fair. Like a storm, the men swept from the ships, driving all before them to smash into the unyielding wall of Rohirrim and Gondorians.