LR 1.12.085 {p} They were beginning tinkling.

1.12.081 In the afternoon marks.
1.12.082 ‘There!’ said Merry. Frodo?’
1.12.083 Frodo looked at robbers.’
1.12.084 The Road lay ahead.
1.12.085 They were beginning tinkling.
1.12.086 ‘That does not face.
1.12.087 The light faded, veil.
1.12.088 Strider sprang from Strider.
1.12.089 Soon Strider beckoned Strider.