LR 4.09.061 {p} ‘Orcs!’ he muttered. world.

4.09.057 And as for made.
4.09.058 So they both hunger.
4.09.059 But nothing of leaden.
4.09.060 Dread was round red.
4.09.061 ‘Orcs!’ he muttered. world.
4.09.062 Hardly had Sam claw.
4.09.063 As soon as him.
4.09.064 Sam gasped and stifled.
4.09.065 A long clammy attacker.