LR 6.02.094 {p} A few miles Isenmouthe.

6.02.090 Sam sighed. ‘That’s waybread.’
6.02.091 ‘I’ll try and march!’
6.02.092 It was not stone.
6.02.093 Slowly the light bridge.
6.02.094 A few miles Isenmouthe.
6.02.095 To the hobbits Angren.
6.02.096 ‘We have come eastward.’
6.02.097 ‘Then we must it!’
6.02.098 ‘All right, Sam,’ you.’