LR 6.01.069 {p} The hinges creaked again.

6.01.065 ‘Beyond all towers out.
6.01.066 ‘Ho la! You hear?’
6.01.067 There was no answer.
6.01.068 ‘All right,’ growled to.’
6.01.069 The hinges creaked again.
6.01.070 ‘You lie quiet, whip.
6.01.071 At that rage fell.
6.01.072 With a cry Frodo.
6.01.073 He was naked, whip-weal.