LR 4.09.035 {p} ‘Galadriel!’ he called, eyes.

4.09.031 But other potencies escape.
4.09.032 Frodo and Sam, him.
4.09.033 ‘Stand! stand!’ he use.’
4.09.034 Slowly the eyes nearer.
4.09.035 ‘Galadriel!’ he called, eyes.
4.09.036 They wavered. Doubt gone.
4.09.037 ‘Master, master!’ cried hole!’
4.09.038 And so back back.
4.09.039 Holding aloft the rope.