LR 3.06.072 {p} The doors rolled … hill.

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.’

3.06.075 The woman turned … gone.

3.06.076 ‘Now, lord,’ said … again!’