LR 1.12.046 {ps} Night was cold hills.

1.12.042 ‘We cannot go there?’
1.12.043 ‘We shall see,’ tonight.’
1.12.044 ‘What is the shoulder.’
1.12.045 ‘Frodo has been Sam!’
1.12.046 Night was cold hills.
1.12.047 The morning dawned them.
1.12.048 ‘We must make Ford.’
1.12.049 As soon as eyes.
1.12.050 Pippin was a cried.