LR 6.01.015 {p} In that dreadful Tower-gate.

6.01.011 He ran forward Mordor.
6.01.012 He took off fog!’
6.01.013 Hard and cruel land.
6.01.014 Sam was looking blood.
6.01.015 In that dreadful Tower-gate.
6.01.016 As he gazed Shelob.
6.01.017 Only too clearly alone.
6.01.018 His thought turned be.
6.01.019 In that hour command.