LR 5.06.017 {p} Éowyn it was, unaided.

5.06.013 A sword rang may.’
5.06.014 ‘Hinder me? Thou me!’
5.06.015 Then Merry heard him.’
5.06.016 The winged creature eyes.
5.06.017 Éowyn it was, unaided.
5.06.018 The face of mud.
5.06.019 Suddenly the great claw.
5.06.020 Still she did sunrise.
5.06.021 Out of the kill.