Alright, I confess.
 

I am secretly a girbil. but my old adversary hookbill, is a booklet hog ah limbo (limbo can also mean nothingness).

Call me stupid, but I only now just realized that this thread's title is an anagram. :rolleyes: By the way, Formendacil, I really like the thread. :D

The Saucepan Man who is in fact a staunch mean ape yelled in desperation my peanuts ache, man

Make it past tense and there might be a few candidates ;)

I prefer "M with elan"

"Barrow Downs" gives you "Bard owns row," clearly talking about the Globe theatre.

My name just gives you gibberish...

...or Finnish. Or maybe they are the same thing.

Malkatoj = jalka, mot = foot, quod erat demonstrandum.
How fitting! You have feet, right?

Fights on with Peer of Hell ...
 

... an anagram of The Fellowship of the Ring, in respect of which I humbly offer up the following:

Frodo Baggins = Goofs Bad Ring

Self-explanatory really! :D

Gandalf the Grey = He tag danger. Fly!

Referring to the sacrifice that he made at the bridge of Khazad-Dum.

Aragorn Elessar = So real as Ranger

And so he should be!

Samwise Gamgee = I’m wage message

It's a little known fact that the character of Sam was in fact an allegory of the working class struggle for a higher minimum wage. :rolleyes:

Meriadoc Brandybuck = Dirk unmade crabby CO

Referring, of course, to the dagger used to defeat the bad-tempered commanding officer of Mordor's forces at the Pelennor.

Peregrine Took = Perk – I go on tree!

Pippin was overjoyed to get a ride on Treebeard.

Boromir = Rob ‘im, or …

... fail and die redeeming yourself.

Legolas Greenleaf = Lone Elf - Gals eager

The poor chap just can't escape those fangirls. ;)

Gimli, Son of Gloin = Going solo in film

He's throwing in the double act with Legolas and branching out with his own movie career.

Lets have a look here...
 

Tolkien = Ten kilo
I think that was the weight of his pipe.

Gandalf the Grey = "Land the Rag, Fegy!"
Not sure what a Fegy is...

It would seem that The Barrow Downs will eventualy, nay, already Owns the dabr row... whatever that is...

That's all I can think of...

Having had some time this afternoon waiting for a report to arrive (thoughtfully delivered at 5 to 5..... I tried this but I have left the relevant post-its behind ... however .... the best of a bad bunch so far was

Boromir eighty-eight - I mighty right. Oo! Beer!!!

News Flash!!!
 

I can't believe I have to report this but the truth must be told

Mithalwen our "innocent" Pilgrim Soul in reality Grills Opium :eek: ;)

Oh and rather spookily bearing in mind the setting for my WW game :

Mithalwen = The Mawlin

I, Mithalwen = Me Withnail!!! (I love that film)

Th' wine alm...

Sorry getting a bit self obsessed here....


Tim Whelan - neveredovim?

Minas Morgul: summon grail
...well at least we knew it wasn't Castle Anthrax.

Bywater: wary bet
I wouldn't take my chances going there.

Dead Marshes: dreams' hades
Poetic, don't you think?

And of course:
Figwit! wig fit
... a task he simply could not do on his own.

Some tobacco inspired anagrams...

Gandalf, where is he from? A smoky place, Fagland.

Since Frodo Baggins quit smoking he's been giving away all the duty free he picked up in Mordor, so he's become something of a big fags donor.

And drink...

Legolas has found a new resource in Mirkwood, ale logs.

Meriadoc has been importing interesting new drinks from China, the most popular being Mao Cider.

A film fan was rather disappointed to read The Fellowship of the Ring and find her favourite character missing ...

"Loh! No Figwit? Help!" she fret.

Saucepan, did you make that yourself, or did you use that generator thingy they were talking about earlier? Either way, that's really awesome.

The Saucepan Man - mace hunts an ape

He's a weapon who doesn't like monkeys.

Middle-Earth - limed thread

It's a thread... with a hint of lime?!

Gurthang is a woman of a certain age with an attitude problem, for he is a gran thug.

Formendacil is only the pen name of famous Hispanic/Jewish comedian Rico Feldman.

That may be, but I find our Maundering Mage doesn't have a great track record either...what's this unarmed gin game I've been hearing about?

Mithalwen I think is the forum baddie though...grilling opium, and now she is the boss of law hit men? You hire attorney's to put hits on people?

The very suggestion ...! ;) I can assure you that it's all my own work, old chap. In fact, I was rather peeved not to be able to come up with something that used proper, legitimate words throughout ...

I have an identity crisis! Although I suppose that, strictly speaking, monkeys and apes are not the same thing.

:eek: Sounds nasty! :rolleyes:

All this talk of hidden vices has inspired me to make a list of selected Downers' favourite tipples, concocted from their jumbled names …

Rimbaud, of course, likes Drambui.

While Bêthberry’s favourite is Bryth Bêer.

Lalwendë has exotic tastes, plumping for L’Dëw n’ Ale.

Whereas davem, as Lalwendë has pointed out, is a V-Mead man.

The Saucepan Man sticks with an Ent Mush Panacea.

Formendacil looks to Falmon Cider to slake his thirst.

Anguirel is very well-disciplined, having a Gin rule. (Hmm, that may have been done already.)

And littlemanpoet has acquired a taste for Lemon Pit Latte.

Aiwendil likes his Wine laid down, as one would expect.

While Holbytlass clearly has expensive tastes and keeps her Bolly Stash well hidden.

The Squatter of Amon Rûdh contents himself with Quarts of the Mûdhorn Tea.

And finally, Alcarillo’s preferred tipple is Ralli-Cola.

Green Dragon Inn = Dr. G.N, gone in near

But also,

By Water is in fact tear wyb!

You can probably tell I'll never be on Countdown... :(

More Downers' drinks ...
 

Naturally keeping with the Tolkien theme, Estelyn Telcontar drinks t' Lorelyn Scent Tea.

Mithalwen has a liking for Malt Whine.

Hookbill the Goomba quaffs the strange brew that is known as Hokobombo Light Ale.

HerenIstarion slakes his thirst at the bar on the one Shire Train.

When visiting the Great Lakes, Feanor of the Peredhil generally orders a half of the Erie Pernod.

The Only Real Estel buys his favourite beverage from the Honey Latte Seller.

Nilpaurion Felagund, unorthodox as ever, favours Ulannion Grape Fluid.

But just how think how popular I will be if you rearrange to "Hit law-men" ;)

I am going on a junket with the Solicitors of Doom next week so I can make a start ...but not before I find out about sueing for defamation of character, Mr Maundering Mage


Lalwende is lewd elan ....
btw

In the past, The Werewolf Games were the law of gems.

A Balrog is nothing but a log bar. (might have been done already)

Tom Bombadil is a tidal mom blob.

The One Ring was so powerful that everyone was just like a hen on grit to get it.

suddenly The Saucepan Man yelled c (see) he’s a peanut man !

Ok it was bad, but you can't win every time!(I wish I could win just once)

Firefoot is a frito foe, a nemesis to fritos everywhere.

Child of the Seventh Age is the famous Editor to the breaking story...defective hog halts hen!!!!

Piosenniel, of course love to sell pies online.

No anagrams here...
 

Poor mormegil. :D

Did you think I would ignore this?
 

For men clad, I rob Rim o'88 Rimmel.
Go find rope to heal here (the man can pause the ph moat).
No aim rang hurt got in awful Spain;
Gong can dine large - can tell Ent story!

I can line a mini-owl -
Our lean, lewd she - bold ear.
Moth lurks on banjo, frees urn.
Herbert, by glib re-malt when I jam talk
Ogle a hot blob, OK.
Oh as elves darn new - hurl Drambui!

(Formendacil, Boromir88, mormegil, Feanor of the Peredhil, The Saucepan Man, the phantom, morai, Gurthang, dancing spawn of ungoliant, Anguirel, estelyn Telcontar, Cailin, Orominuialwen, Lalwende, Shelob, Morsul the Dark, Rune Son of Bjarne, Bethberry, Bergil, Mithalwen, Malkatoj, Hookbill the Goomba, Valesse, Lhunardwen, Rimbaud - all posters on this thread in order of first post).

The epic of the Downs anagrams is a curious one. Starting with the unlikely robbery of vintage designer lipstick from the exquisitely made-up Rimbaud by the burly imposter Boromir88, the poem sweeps to talking about the aloe strands within moisturiser required to heal a face ravaged by an unkind ph climate.

No matter how well applied though, the face cream cannot change the pain gained in Spain by the plain, and the story is broken by the dinner gong, where Esty regales us with her familiar ent story.

Meanwhile, I take up carving, and create a perfectly formed miniature owl, bold and fearless, whilst a large moth, previously supine upon a nearby banjo unfortunately knocks a precious urn over, thus freeing it.

My friend Herbert, whilst applying himself to pouring me another whisky as I delve into ebonics, unfortunately spills hot wax on to his trousers, at which he stares while I drink more; as the elves repair his pantaloons, I unfortunately have a Drambui too many...

*shocked silence*
 

It looks as if that was just too hard an act to follow......

Truly astounding.

Morsul the Dark: is of course smoker hut lard, meaning of course that he smokes his meat in a hut made out of animal fat. :o Ew....

Our beloved Maeg would describe herself as a "game."

I feel all selfconcious posting after Rimbaud and all, but he inspired me to move on to bigger and better... ANAGRAMS!

Was the One Ring trying to tell us something?:

Three Rings for Elven Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf Lords in their halls of stone.
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.

becomes

THE SEERDOM DID MAKE WEAK THE MAN THAT HAD NO SLYNESS, FOR SOON HE REVEAL'D THE UNKNOWN AND DIED. TOLKIEN WROTE OF THIS DISORDER OF LIFE... HE FORGOTTEN HOLDS THE ROLE OF EVIL, FOR NO GOOD SEEN IN HIS HLNNRRRRRRRRS*.

*Hlnnrrrrrrrrs is an archaic term for "Wolf"

Take from this revelation what you will.

To be a little self-loving to start off with:

the guy who be short = how be the hors gut?

Better ones to follow, hopefully. ;)

Yet more Downers' drinks ...
 

When entertaining, Fordim Hedgethistle dished the Fig Merlot.

Encaitare favours a Rice n’ Tea mixture.

The guy who be short has a taste for the “Hot Huey” Ghost Brew.

Whereas The Barrow-Wight prefers the Wraith Goth-Brew.

Mister Underhill's tipple is Rilled Entish Rum.

Sleepy Ranger tends to drink Pyrene Lagers.

While Rune Son of Bjarne satisfies himself with a Jar of Nunson Beer.

Dancing spawn of ungoliant takes a slug of Napwan Gin and Tonic.

And Meneltarmacil spoils himself with a Mint Caramelle cocktail.

Having simple tastes, Tuor of Gondolin is content with London Fruit Goo.

Surley this message was dictated and Hlnnnrrrrrrrr was the amanuensis' best attempt at rendering the author's speech as he was slain by a wolf... :D

Man, the sauce can pan
 

Saucepan the drinks are great, I can't rep now but much kudos. I'm stuck with Drambui for ever...

the fellowship's been done, but what about the supporting cast.
 

Faramir-fair ram. it's hard to find a sheep to be umpires at baseball games these days, we've had to resort to using zebras.

Baggins-bans gig. he must have become cranky now that he's old. "turn that music down, boromir".

Barliman Butterbur-terminal rub rub bat. These baseball players have some strange good luck charms to compensate for the zebras' unfair calls, and tjhis one seems to bring bad luck.

Elrond-led ron. maybe Rowling was inspired by Tolkien.

Arwen-e-warn. she tells people to beware of MSN, because it's addictive and destroys your grammer. This is an interresting insight on the nature of the ring cf;Gollum.

Galadriel-lag railed. reluctent to put safety rails in lorien because "no-one's fell yet"

Eomer-me ore. he thinks he's made of metal. this also works for our Eomer.

Theodon-he do not. this is what grima told him all the time.

Saruman-man ursa. shouln't that be Beorn.

Denethor-net horde. so he did have a plan!

Nothing is an anagram of "Nazgul" makes sense, because they are nothing.

P.S. I used a website.

'Tis quite mythical that Bryth Bêer, my dear Saucy, but I can understand how you might have taken a fancy to that idea, given your current involvement in martial Ent-erprises.

Signed,
"Margana le Fey"

just because I don't want to be off topic I will post this anagram witch is really bad and actually one i trached earlyer.

Ras Morthil - Sir harm-lot (it would have been better with an extra a)

I would like an explonation for this . . . I just don't get it what is it an anagram for? I am guessing it is not your real name, If it is your real name it would be shocking to me.

And now for something not too different
 

I think, Rune Son of Bjarne, that on this one I shall live up to my personal title and let the suggestion remain cryptic. ;)

Now, I cannot let the esteemed efforts of Rim, Val and Fea--a trio of triple letters--stand alone, with nary an acknowledgement from me on this thread. And since imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, well, let me offer my own extended edition of an anagram in humble praise of their endeavour.


Throne and dove soon agree:
Hurt heart, grief bowed, oo! men
soon--ha!--wage a hard, hard fee on t'
Fools who little own'th care.

And, with my compliments, I leave off the telling whence it comes, for whatever added pleasure that may bring, except to say it is entirely my own work, with the original being Tolkien's. :D

Please don't hate me, Glorfindel lovers.
 

For Lhunardawen is, uh, Arwen land. :eek:

The Truth about Gandalf emerges
 

Gil Galad was an Elven King, of him the harpers sadly sing

becomes

Gandalf was a sleek lad? My, no! Ha! He is perving thing, girls!

And you thought the uncloaking was bad. :eek: