LR 3.02.019 {p} Now let us tread.

3.02.015 Swiftly now the dawn.
3.02.016 Turning back they morning.
3.02.017 ‘Gondor! Gondor!’ cried streams.
3.02.018 Gondor! Gondor, between Sea?
3.02.019 Now let us tread.
3.02.020 The ridge upon sight.
3.02.021 ‘Look!’ cried Legolas, Look!’
3.02.022 ‘No, not even plain!’
3.02.023 ‘Many things,’ said measure.’