LR 5.06.032 {p} Then one of Éomer.

5.06.028 The old king daughter.’
5.06.029 ‘Lord, lord,’ began joined.
5.06.030 New forces of Gate.
5.06.031 For a moment silence.
5.06.032 Then one of Éomer.
5.06.033 ‘Hail, King of King!’
5.06.034 But Éomer said them:
5.06.035 Mourn not overmuch! us!
5.06.036 Yet he himself him.