LR 5.04.127 {p} The retreat became ground.

5.04.123 ‘The enemy,’ men folk?’
5.04.124 It drew now together.
5.04.125 The watchers held yet.’
5.04.126 Now the main kill.
5.04.127 The retreat became ground.
5.04.128 And then a head.
5.04.129 ‘Amroth for Gondor!’ Faramir!’
5.04.130 Like thunder they hand.
5.04.131 The Nazgûl screeched on.