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Cathalion stood at the bow of his flagship, the sea spray splashing onto his face, taking in the sea air. He had left Mithlond on a trip to Umbar to meet with the President of the Republic of Harad. He had always been in love with Harad, with it's harsh deserts and beautiful fertile plains. He was very disappointed when the elves declared war on the Empire of Harad, as he had many friends there. Now, the newly formed Republic of Harad needed help and he was going to assist the land he held so dear to him once more.

--A Few Weeks Later--

The fleet had almost arrived at Umbar, the journey had gone smoothly so far. Cathalion looked around, checking that the other ships were still on course. He was shocked at what he saw. A ship carrying supplies was under attack. He could not see the enemy fleet so he had his flagship sail in closer for a better view. He arranged the elven fleet into a battle formation and moved forward to aid the supply ship. The attackers were in crudely made ships, and sported no flag. The enemy crew looked taller than elves or men.

The Elvish ships attacked. The auxiliary vessels attacked the opposing fleet from behind while artillery ships attacked from the front. On closer inspection the enemy crew were Half Trolls. With the Half Troll fleet encircled, they were quickly crushed, however the supply vessel had lost most of it's cargo. The fleet arrived in Umbar the next day.