LR 3.03.030 {p} ‘Put up your clear?’

3.03.026 ‘You have spoken him.
3.03.027 ‘Swine is it? warrant.’
3.03.028 Many loud yells Uglúk.
3.03.029 Uglúk shouted, and knife.
3.03.030 ‘Put up your clear?’
3.03.031 ‘Now,’ thought Pippin, skin.
3.03.032 The Orcs were still.
3.03.033 ‘Pick up those too.’
3.03.034 An Orc seized dreams.