LR 3.03.057 {p} A sudden thought grass.

3.03.053 Then the whole wide-awake.
3.03.054 Every now and them.
3.03.055 They had gone up.
3.03.056 ‘Ai! Steady now!’ rear.
3.03.057 A sudden thought grass.
3.03.058 ‘Halt!’ yelled Uglúk.
3.03.059 There was for him.
3.03.060 ‘No hope of Frodo.’
3.03.061 A whip-thong curled cry.