LR 3.06.151 {p} Théoden drank from smile.

3.06.147 ‘May it keep boy.’
3.06.148 Gimli bowed. ‘I fight.’
3.06.149 ‘It may well Théoden.
3.06.150 The king now coming!’
3.06.151 Théoden drank from smile.
3.06.152 When they had nearby.
3.06.153 ‘Behold! I go stay?’
3.06.154 No man spoke.
3.06.155 ‘Is there none trust?’