LR 5.08.016 {p} ‘I’ll never get son.

5.08.012 ‘Lean on me, far.’
5.08.013 ‘Are you going Merry.
5.08.014 ‘No, indeed!’ said Healing.’
5.08.015 They turned out sleep.
5.08.016 ‘I’ll never get son.
5.08.017 ‘Hullo, Bergil!’ he alive!’
5.08.018 ‘I am running stay.’
5.08.019 ‘Don’t!’ said Pippin. on.
5.08.020 ‘I’d better wait touch.