LR 5.08.005 {p} ‘Well, Merry! Thank … you!’

5.08.001 A mist was … reek.

5.08.002 Already men were … wind.

5.08.003 So Théoden and … seize.

5.08.004 Slowly the lights … voice.

5.08.005 ‘Well, Merry! Thank … you!’

5.08.006 He looked up … eyes.

5.08.007 ‘Where is the … again.

5.08.008 ‘They have gone … wounded?’

5.08.009 ‘No,’ said Merry. … wood.’