LR 6.03.094 {p} There was a … stone.

6.03.090 From all his … Doom.

6.03.091 Sam got up. … words.

6.03.092 The fires below … fire.

6.03.093 ‘Precious, precious, precious!’ … gone.

6.03.094 There was a … stone.

6.03.095 A brief vision … out.

6.03.096 ‘Well, this is … Shire.

6.03.097 ‘Master!’ cried Sam, … hand.

6.03.098 ‘Your poor hand!’ … ever.’