LR 3.04.158 {p} ‘There were rowan-trees dead.

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.
3.04.162 The third day faint.