LR 3.04.157 {p} At nightfall he Orcs.

3.04.153 ‘Hm, hoom, here them.
3.04.154 Bregalad stood for Treebeard’s.
3.04.155 ‘Ha, hmm, my me!’
3.04.156 He reached down sang.
3.04.157 At nightfall he Orcs.
3.04.158 ‘There were rowan-trees dead.
3.04.159 O Orofarnë, Lassemista, Carnimírië!’
3.04.160 The hobbits fell loved.
3.04.161 The next day stars.