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Rimbaud · 09-29-2005, 04:48 AM

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

The Squatter of Amon Rûdh · 09-29-2005, 12:29 PM

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

Rimbaud · 09-29-2005, 02:23 PM

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 · 09-29-2005, 03:23 PM

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 · 09-29-2005, 05:08 PM

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 · 09-30-2005, 12:54 PM

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 · 10-11-2005, 07:49 AM

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.

09-29-2005, 04:48 AM	#1
Rimbaud The Perilous Poet Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Heart of the matter Posts: 1,062	In the supermarkets of Middle Earth, war rages in the fizzy drink aisles. Indeed, rack foes have Lilt. __________________ And all the rest is literature

09-29-2005, 12:29 PM	#2
The Squatter of Amon Rûdh Spectre of Decay Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Bar-en-Danwedh Posts: 2,178	Only to be reconciled by stargazing I have a sneaking suspicion that the answer you seek is Sickle of the Valar. __________________ Man kenuva métim' andúne?

09-29-2005, 02:23 PM	#3
Rimbaud The Perilous Poet Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Heart of the matter Posts: 1,062	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! __________________ And all the rest is literature

09-29-2005, 03:23 PM	#4
The Squatter of Amon Rûdh Spectre of Decay Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Bar-en-Danwedh Posts: 2,178	A poser with a paucity of preamble 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 __________________ Man kenuva métim' andúne?

09-29-2005, 05:08 PM	#5
Rimbaud The Perilous Poet Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Heart of the matter Posts: 1,062	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. __________________ And all the rest is literature

09-30-2005, 12:54 PM	#6
The Squatter of Amon Rûdh Spectre of Decay Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Bar-en-Danwedh Posts: 2,178	Verb sap, but I have need of many 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. __________________ Man kenuva métim' andúne?

10-11-2005, 07:49 AM	#7
Rimbaud The Perilous Poet Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Heart of the matter Posts: 1,062	Sapping verbs make the wise words weep 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. __________________ And all the rest is literature