LR 1.08.048 {p} There he stood, voice:

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.
1.08.051 ‘What in the Frodo?’
1.08.052 ‘I thought that on!’