LR 3.06.073 {p} ‘Send your guards … him.’
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!’
3.06.077 From the porch … glass.