LR 3.06.100 {p} Slowly Théoden stretched arms.

3.06.096 ‘It is my me.’
3.06.097 ‘To lay at Éomer.
3.06.098 For a moment moved.
3.06.099 ‘Will you not Gandalf.
3.06.100 Slowly Théoden stretched arms.
3.06.101 Arise now, arise, Eorlingas!
3.06.102 The guards, thinking said.
3.06.103 ‘Westu Théoden hál!’ grief!’
3.06.104 ‘Take back your counsel?’