LR 1.08.046 {p} ‘Come, friend Frodo!’ them.’

1.08.042 There was a asleep.
1.08.043 Tom stooped, removed singing:
1.08.044 Get out, you mended.
1.08.045 At these words silence.
1.08.046 ‘Come, friend Frodo!’ them.’
1.08.047 Together they carried sunshine.
1.08.048 There he stood, voice:
1.08.049 Wake now my open!
1.08.050 To Frodo’s great trinkets.