LR 5.04.152 {ps} So it was years.

5.04.148 ‘Do not weep, Gandalf?’
5.04.149 ‘Comfort me not ruinous.
5.04.150 ‘I sent my out.’
5.04.151 Men came to stay.’
5.04.152 So it was years.
5.04.153 And yet – gate.
5.04.154 Far behind the dark.
5.04.155 Messengers came again silently.
5.04.156 ‘The first circle unmanned.’