Tolkien's Letters

[NightKnight]

Then they can't have seen the Swordsman of the sky!

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Good job, NK!

[NightKnight]

It's not easy growing up as a young, ugly pirate:

O, few call ye!

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Especially if the Yellow Face sees you. :D

[NightKnight]

Of course! Another reason to stay inside with the computer. ;) Take it away!

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Have you seen Roac in the brier? It's quite good, although ravens clad in pink are not so socially acceptable in other planets.

[piosenniel]

Ereborian Cirth . . .

~*~ Pio

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

:D Your thread.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Ms. Pio?

[piosenniel]

After the movie Mûmakil ran amok on the Pelennor, the fields looked rather trashee.

[NightKnight]

Her seat? That's the best I can come up with... A clue, perhaps?

[piosenniel]

This is a fairly obscure reference to the northern shore of Aman - the Far Shore.

Here lies Mournië at Hanstovanen . . .

Try this! :D

~*~ Pio

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Haerast has two A's, but only one E. ;)

[piosenniel]

My apologies . . . and please continue on . . .

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

It happens to the best of us. ;)

The fashion sense of mortals are weird. Just yesterday I saw someone wearing

Argent slack.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Wrong letters.

It should have been:

Argent clanks.

So sorry. :o

[Eruanna]

Wait, they might have needed those slacks. It might be cold in the White Mountains as they go through Tarlang's Neck :)

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Your turn. :)

[Eruanna]

As Merry might have said to Pippin after the battle, "Ended a fight. Ok?"

[NightKnight]

Did he fight the King of the Dead?

[Eruanna]

I think he may have been sorry he missed him :D
Fourteen minutes between my post and yours...I can see I'm going to have to try harder ;)
Please proceed!

[NightKnight]

:D :D :D

It's not easy, coming over such a hard lie.

[piosenniel]

Elessar's grand-daddy, perhaps?

Dírhael

[NightKnight]

Absolutely. Take the thread, Pio!

[piosenniel]

What did Jack Sprat say to his wife?

I hate all fat!

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

It's a good thing his wife is not Lalia the Fat. Otherwise, riot would ensue in that household. ;)

[piosenniel]

Carry on, N. F.!

:cool:

~*~ Pio

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

The Rum Tale. No comment. :smokin:

[NightKnight]

Is it about Telumehtar?

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Continue. :smokin:

[NightKnight]

Mother's advise to her daughters about the rich men who love them: Marri them!

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Remmirath! :cool:

[NightKnight]

Of course! Carry on, Nil!

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

While delivering his long-winded tale to the Council, Elrond didn't realise that

Gloin had drrool,

for he had fallen asleep.

[NightKnight]

Hador Lorindol? If it is, then you've put in a G that shouldn't be there. ;)

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

I was canonically wrong, I guess, but glor and lor are both Sindarin roots for gold. ;)

Nice defence.

Thank you, Alice.

Your turn, NK. :)

[NightKnight]

Nilpaurion has made another romantic song: "The Nil Luv Tune II".

[NightKnight]

Ah, c'mon! It's not that hard!

[piosenniel]

Luthien Tinuviel . . . :)

[NightKnight]

Yes indeed. Puzzle us with a new one, please!

[piosenniel]

When the sweet pickles run out, then it's

time t' go dill, NK

~*~ Pio

[NightKnight]

In the Little Kingdom, perhaps?

If that's right, I'll have to give the credit to a friend of mine...

[piosenniel]

Most certainly!

Kudos to your friend! :D

~*~ Pio

[NightKnight]

The smallest mutant started his own restaurant, where he served

Mini-Mutant's Soy

[luthien-elvenprincess]

And that restaurant would be located in the beautiful Misty Mountains !

[NightKnight]

Indeed. Your turn, your highness.

[luthien-elvenprincess]

I am really too tired to think up anything clever...so here it is!!! :eek: :)

Sir, ya train

[NightKnight]

Rainy Stair? But it's supposed to start with an S! :eek:

[luthien-elvenprincess]

Oops! NightKnight You are right on both the answer and the fact that I goofed!

My most sincere and humble apologies to anyone hindered due to my wayward, tickle-brained and/or idle-headed divergence from the established rules of this thread. (Have I laid it on thick enough yet? :) ) Errors have been made...others will be blamed!

[NightKnight]

Frodo, upon seeing the Eye of Sauron, thought that it had a dark red rim.

[piosenniel]

~*~ Riddermark ~*~

[NightKnight]

Of course! Your turn!

[piosenniel]

A pale person's thoughts on tanning:


Burn skin!!! Gory!

[luthien-elvenprincess]

Kings' Norbury

[piosenniel]

That's it!

The next should start with 'Y'

~*~ Pio

[luthien-elvenprincess]

Thanks for the hint piosenniel, but I think I remember from the last time I posted! ;)

The hobbit potter gave instructions to his apprentice...
Yes, low kiln

[NightKnight]

Yellow skin?

[piosenniel]

Didn't mean to offend, luthien-elvenprincess! :) It's the teacher in me! :eek:

Wanted to draw the quizling's attention to this:

Everyone please come to this year's celebration of the Barrow-Downs' birthday.

See HERE (http://forum.barrowdowns.com/showthread.php?p=386613#post386613).

~*~ Pio :D

[luthien-elvenprincess]

No offense taken, piosenniel :)
You are correct NightKnight. Please proceed!

[NightKnight]

Glorfindel after some drinks (ok, quite many drinks) at a party: I'm Elrond!

[Firefoot]

Nimrodel!

Seems there's more than one identity-confused Elf wandering around here! ;)

[NightKnight]

Must be, eh? It's your turn, anyway. :p

[Firefoot]

Be hasty now, for there's something you don't see every day:

Lo, Hard Fast Ent.

[piosenniel]

Land of the Star, perhaps . . .

[NightKnight]

Firefoot?

[piosenniel]

I'll go ahead and pose an anagram. I can remove it if my previous solution was incorrect:

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Raise d' alarm!! Ring d' bells!!! It's NightKnight's birthday!

~*~ Pio

[Firefoot]

Sorry, I forgot about this game. You were correct, pio.

[piosenniel]

Bringing this forward:

Raise d' alarm!! Ring d' bells!!! It's NightKnight's birthday!

[NightKnight]

And the party's in Ramdal!

[piosenniel]

Exactly!

Carry on!

~*~ Pio

[NightKnight]

Thank you.

I think people wanting to be elves need to make elven ID.

[piosenniel]

Lake Evendim

:)

~*~ Pio

[NightKnight]

Exactly! Your turn, pio. :)

[piosenniel]

Gazing with awe on the brightness of Goldberry's laundry, the wandering Ranger/Laundryman was moved to point out the line to his companions where the soft and fluffy and dazzling white towels hung . . .

Seen her towels, men?!

[piosenniel]

Hmmm . . . how about I give a hint.

Theoden's mother was often referred to in this manner.

~*~ Pio

[Rimbaud]

That'll be Morwen Steelsheen then, at a pinch.

[piosenniel]

Exactly! Take the helm, if you will . . .

~*~ Pio

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

The round pens.

[Rimbaud]

I think you are trying for the North Undeep, of which there is but one*. Or am I wrong?

~R

*There were two Undeeps, for sure, but only one that was North. T'other was the smaller, the South Undeep.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Yes, it was the North Undeeps.

Your thread. :)

[Rimbaud]

In the supermarkets of Middle Earth, war rages in the fizzy drink aisles. Indeed, rack foes have Lilt.

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

I have a sneaking suspicion that the answer you seek is Sickle of the Valar.

[Rimbaud]

Subtle in its attempts to avoid detection, your most surreptitious of suspicions is nevertheless in grave danger of vulgar discovery through this most brash and indeed brassy of vindications. The floor, sir, if I am not bestowing too great a gift, is yours!

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Unaccustomed as I am to allow myself the unprecedented vulgarity of an admission to having correctly divined the solution to so prettily puzzling a problem, I thought as much.

I shall endeavour, sir, to prove my humble self worthy of your princely, nay imperial, gift. Truly for such a floor as this have palaces been raised and myriad hovels razed.

Without further ado, then - and naturally with a less than hesitant address to brevity - I shall proceed to lay before this august assembly an aptly agreeable anagram.

An admirable admonition, this: Rein in grog fads

[Rimbaud]

Indeed, sir, what wonders you have raised from my most humble consideration. None other than the dread tower Orthanc, smooth-wrought and haughty, as it is encircled by the peculiarly non-traversable Ring of Isengard.

Sir, such is my unbounded honour at having so edifying an edifice entertain my capricious gift of floor, my nerveless frame shudders at the crass behaviour displayed by offering such a low gift again, so, may Jove and the Pemberton-Wolneys forgive me, but I must set my pickled grey matter to some great Scheme to foil any comfortable interpretation.

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

As I believe the late Samuel Taylor Coleridge once very aptly put it, "yes".

You have, sir, correctly divined the nub of my enciphered gist, which indeed concerns the setting for that glassy edifice which was home to such wisdom and folly. Pray conjure us a conundrum of cunning complexity.

[Rimbaud]

As a gentleman, sir, you will no doubt be pleasantly unaware of the Seething Underbelly of our great Town, where I hear in the area known as 'the Docks' (how earthy!) that there are wharf love rites sold.

Dare I presume upon you sir, in your capacity as a Man of the World, to conjure for us a solution to this Sordid Conundrum.

[Rimbaud]

Well anyone else can too, it's not that hard...

[NightKnight]

I find it pretty hard anyway, so a little hintssses might be welcome, if I may be so bold.

[Rimbaud]

Vertically challenged folks and where they live.

[piosenniel]

I'm stumped . . . but not without an answer, wrong as it might be:

As far as I can figure out - these are homeless Dwarves -- probably displaced since Beleriand sank; a lost clan - the Fardrivers. Modern day finds them living in France, in small trucks set low to the ground, selling garden statuary to elderly ladies of modest financial persuasion (the ladies, that is, not the Dwarves - they are quite wealthy, but hide it well)

My answer, therefore is:

~*~ L' Dwarves of the Loris ~*~

which is utterly in error, of course, but the best I could do at the moment . . .

~*~ Pio ;)

[Rimbaud]

For goodness sake, I muttered. It's not that hard. Where's that piece of paper with my notes. Here we go. Right - d, w, a, r, v, e, s, o, f, t, h, e....

So far so good. What's wrong with these people? Um. Hang on. Not even I can make Iron Hills out of i,l,l,o,r,s. Hmm. I missed out a word. Simple mistake, no-one can blame me for that. Such a small word... In.

Ah. And an H. :eek:

Hmm. Back away slowly 'baud, the thread is pio's for treating this blunder with casual good humour...

*the whispers of the fleeing Rimbaud echo mournfully down the halls of shame*

[Rimbaud]

Come now, come now. A much missed poster, nay a billboard of such luminosity is he, reminded me that although my folly here has been great, the show must continue.

This humble warthog that I am would offer the thread out again, but instead I'll tender a morsel so tender that all will tender to tend to the tending of it.

On glueing the coloured seed to his shirt,the hobbit laughed in a merrisome way. For now, he had a pip pin. Answers in a post please.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Pippin, perchance?

[Rimbaud]

That's fast work, Nilp. :)

The thread is all yours, so please post something riotously difficult

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Th' hard root on us!

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

I wouldn't say that the North-South Road was a particularly hard route, although how it does as a root is anybody's guess. ;)

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Must have been an odd accent! ;)

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Routed by divergent phonology: once more my nemesis strikes down one of my utterances.

Fortunately the solution to this puzzle should transcend dialect.

ed. hated drool

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

If you dare the peril of Dor Daedaloth, you need not a dialect. Or anything else, for that matter.

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

You might need a pair of brown trousers, though. You have the right of it.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

I'm afraid I won't be getting one. They have bad reps. As a friend of mine said, they're:

Arl, thorny as a foal chair.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Anybody at all?

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

I believe that brown trousers went out of fashion around the time of Hallacar of Hyarastorni. His estrangement from Tar-Ancalimë, as you'll no doubt remember, began over some corderoy dungarees that he insisted on wearing for dinner.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

That's an interesting bit of history there. ;)

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

I prefer mine to the real one. I think that it more accurately depicts human nature. And contains the word 'dungarees'.

With which weighty and ponderous musings, I give you an extract of the Michel Delving Psychological Dictionary (1460 edition)

Awe: a brain drain

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Should have known that it's just you and me today, old bean.

(Vy ze vay, can I convince you to play Werewolves? :D )

Enedwaith, Iarwain Ben-adar doesn't agree with your fashion sense; he prefers yellow dungarees, you see. ;)

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

With a hey-dol, ferry-dol, perry-dol, et cetera.

It may be just me, but some of the best quizzes seem to be remaining unanswered for ages. Perhaps they should be made compulsory. :smokin:

I'm afraid that for the forseeable future I shan't be able to give any regular posting commitment the attention it deserves. I've still not had my new flat's telephone line connected and I do need to work once in a while. Also lycanthropes frighten me. In both forms.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

It may be just me, but some of the best quizzes seem to be remaining unanswered for ages. Perhaps they should be made compulsory. :smokin: (Squatter)Which reminds me. We need a new question for HoME is where the heart is..., methinks. I haven't seen head or tail of the Notion Club Papers in this here Pacific archipelago, and I don't think the other Quizzers have them, either.

I'm afraid that for the forseeable future I shan't be able to give any regular posting commitment the attention it deserves. I've still not had my new flat's telephone line connected and I do need to work once in a while.Hmmm . . . I think I need to go back to studying!

Also lycanthropes frighten me. In both forms.True, although being one might be fun. All those deception and manipulation. And the gore. Gore is good. :smokin:

Enedwaith, if you're asking when Tom decided to sport his yellow line of clothing:

's when Bart got raad.

Although this Bart eludes description.

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

That would be Radagast the Brown. Somehow I get the impression that all the anagram solvers have been hijacked by other threads.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

I've got a feeling of that, too. Sauce? Rimbaud? pio? NK? Firefoot? Any anagram solver? Where are you??

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Here's something to keep us busy

Found at the twelfth hole of the fabled Tree-garth of Orthanc links is the famous Nine-iron line, which marks the furthest point to which an Istar can throw his club on a bad day.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Although the recent trend among Istari with bad days is to throw themselves off some ravine, Nienor Níniel-style. Like what Gandalf did on Celebdil, after battling Durin's Bane and losing his last bag of pipeweed on the same day.

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Indeed so. I advocate jumping into small ravines (under six feet in depth), so as to relieve frustration without the inconvenience of being dashed to pieces.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

I advocate throwing tantrums, like one where I overheard this said:

Dad, he shot my la flier!

A musician, I presume. Although one wonders what device makes notes fly.

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Perhaps minstrelsy in praise of the Lady of the Shield-arm in the hall of Meduseld.

Alternatively, the Acme Sonic Catapult (3/- 6d from all reputable dealers).

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

That is an interesting contraption. Where can I buy one?

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

You might try F.H. Recaro's Ammo Shed.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Erm, any hints?

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Try the back of the Silmarillion.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

March of Maedhros almost fits, save for the extra E and S (perhaps March of Maedhroses?)

Unless I'm barking up the wrong tree . . . Arf!

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

I may be completely mistaken here, but doesn't the Silmarillion map give that in the plural?

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

My sister had to correct me on this one.

My head deserves to be bonked a few hundred times on a hard surface for this glaring oversight. You're right. It was Marches of Maedhros.

Wait, isn't he the one asking the question?

Oh, yeah. So, do I have the thread?

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Yes.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Thank you, Nostalgia, for bringing me here. You shall never be forgotten.

EDIT: I forgot the rules of the thread, so I'm afraid I have to change my puzzle.

In honour of Brinniel's upcoming WW game:

'N hack good for rants.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Is anyone apt to answer my auspicious anagram?