LR 3.06.070 {p} Slowly Théoden left knocked.

3.06.066 ‘The wise speak falls.’
3.06.067 He raised his hearth.
3.06.068 In the gloom face.
3.06.069 ‘Now Théoden son promptings.’
3.06.070 Slowly Théoden left knocked.
3.06.071 ‘Open!’ he cried. forth!’
3.06.072 The doors rolled hill.
3.06.073 ‘Send your guards him.’
3.06.074 ‘Go, Éowyn sister-daughter!’ past.’