LR 1.08.017 {p} Soon they were fog.

1.08.013 That view was grass.
1.08.014 Riding over the down.
1.08.015 The hobbits sprang stone.
1.08.016 They felt as work.
1.08.017 Soon they were fog.
1.08.018 Their going was free.
1.08.019 ‘Come on! Follow him.
1.08.020 ‘Sam!’ he called. up?’
1.08.021 There was no uphill.