LR 3.11.123 {p} ‘Away now, Shadowfax! speed!’

3.11.119 ‘To Minas Tirith, it.’
3.11.120 ‘Oh! And how that?’
3.11.121 ‘Leagues upon leagues,’ swifter?
3.11.122 ‘We shall ride morning.
3.11.123 ‘Away now, Shadowfax! speed!’
3.11.124 Shadowfax tossed his him.
3.11.125 As he fell wind.