LR 5.03.037 {ps} Slowly they passed Dwimorberg.

5.03.033 ‘I do not gone.’
5.03.034 ‘You are grieved, Dead?’
5.03.035 ‘Yes, lord,’ said gone.’
5.03.036 ‘Then our paths dwindles.’
5.03.037 Slowly they passed Dwimorberg.
5.03.038 ‘The Paths of now.’
5.03.039 In the midst board.
5.03.040 In the inner smiled.
5.03.041 ‘Come, Master Meriadoc!’ tales.’