LR 6.08.094 {p} The sword glinted … fear.

6.08.090 ‘Yes, I see,’ … Isengard.’

6.08.091 The man stared … perhaps.’

6.08.092 This was too … forward.

6.08.093 ‘I am a … you!’

6.08.094 The sword glinted … fear.

6.08.095 ‘Go!’ said Merry. … ran.

6.08.096 ‘Well, we’ve come … Merry.

6.08.097 ‘Not a day … him.’

6.08.098 ‘Save Lotho? Whatever … say.’