Tolkien's Letters

[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? )

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.

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. (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.

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.