LR 4.01.125 {ps} Sam stared at head.

4.01.121 Pity? It was need.
4.01.122 I do not death.
4.01.123 Deserves death! I ends.
4.01.124 ‘Very well,’ he him.’
4.01.125 Sam stared at head.
4.01.126 ‘Yess, wretched we hobbits.’
4.01.127 ‘No, we won’t,’ another.’
4.01.128 ‘Yess, yes indeed,’ eyes.
4.01.129 Sam scowled at reply.