The second I sounds like I DRANK, which gives us I DRANN.

TYRN GORTHAD: Thank you, nurse!’ (American text speak). Here, a twisting cave leads to the beginning of the underworld.
H: Nimble Field Marshal gains direction even as all becomes confused here.
ERESTOR: See him before the decay returns; a sibilant is swallowed.

F: Ask Debussy when it sounds like he sings. It might be after noon.
ERIADOR: Thingol’s land is transformed into another, as a fricative element gives way to hesitation in the general turmoil.
L: He’s a lover of confectionery, with only one small exception.
L: Food guilt? It’s confusing when someone lays that on you.
O: His table manners leave much to be desired.
WITHYWINDLE: Shrivel without hesitation, here in France? Decline, after first loss. But on it flows.
SILVERLODE: Fifty pence pieces can really weigh your pockets down, I hear! That considered, on it runs.
H: Here you’ll find a stove with tooth marks in it, they say!
IMLADRIS: Girl traps boy here. Mother too, initially, and first.
P: Here find oriental bread, lose two articles, and meet a physician.

O: Flatulent and sibilant children’s author? (Forget his surname). It's confusing, but perhaps he’s sampled this?
FANUIDHOL: Spanish greeting for Balin’s directionless dad; despite the confusion, it’s not that far from where his son lies.

T: Charlatan of a professor – looks peaky after much confusion!
HALFAST: He’s semi-sedentary, with very minimal disturbance.
E: An eternally tough dancer, we hear.

RAUROS: Dark Lord changes direction as he tumbles here.
I: What Drogo might have yelled here, in 2980, had he been a Cockney?
NOB: Does he really ban the use of a certain plosive?
G: To a linguist’s mind, he seems almost to specialise in golden tautology.

?

TYRN GORTHAD: Thank you, nurse!’ (American text speak). Here, a twisting cave leads to the beginning of the underworld.
H: Nimble Field Marshal gains direction even as all becomes confused here.
ERESTOR: See him before the decay returns; a sibilant is swallowed.

F: Ask Debussy when it sounds like he sings. It might be after noon.
ERIADOR: Thingol’s land is transformed into another, as a fricative element gives way to hesitation in the general turmoil.
L: He’s a lover of confectionery, with only one small exception.
L: Food guilt? It’s confusing when someone lays that on you.
O: His table manners leave much to be desired.
WITHYWINDLE: Shrivel without hesitation, here in France? Decline, after first loss. But on it flows.
SILVERLODE: Fifty pence pieces can really weigh your pockets down, I hear! That considered, on it runs.
H: Here you’ll find a stove with tooth marks in it, they say!
IMLADRIS: Girl traps boy here. Mother too, initially, and first.
P: Here find oriental bread, lose two articles, and meet a physician.

O: Flatulent and sibilant children’s author? (Forget his surname). It's confusing, but perhaps he’s sampled this?
FANUIDHOL: Spanish greeting for Balin’s directionless dad; despite the confusion, it’s not that far from where his son lies.

T: Charlatan of a professor – looks peaky after much confusion!
HALFAST: He’s semi-sedentary, with very minimal disturbance.
E: An eternally tough dancer, we hear.

RAUROS: Dark Lord changes direction as he tumbles here.
I DRANN: What Drogo might have yelled here, in 2980, had he been a Cockney?
NOB: Does he really ban the use of a certain plosive?
G: To a linguist’s mind, he seems almost to specialise in golden tautology.

Cockneys do not drop their K's.

But they might pronounce DROWN as DRAAAAAAN.

Drogo drowned in 2980.

So, although the present continuous would have been a much more likely grammatical choice, he MIGHT, at a stretch, have wailed ' I DRAAAAAN!!!!'

Which SOUNDS rather like 'I Drann' LOOKS.

G: GILD + OR?

('I draan'... good grief, Pervinca. :D)

hS

Now, does the remaining E clue refer to a character or something else?


Also, I'd appreciate a hint or two.

Forgot about this... because PRE+S+TOR hit my 'that looks like a name' button, and then I remembered where I recognised it from.

(Though honestly, 'lost eastern kingdom of Numenorean Faithful' doesn't sound too unlike something Tolkien would have come up with.)

P: PARATHA minus two As = PARTH, and I vaguely remember GALEN being a doctor, so PARTH GALEN? (Oh, right, Galen was the one who decided blood just sort of washed back and forth in the veins.)

hS

Second H... sigh, again. Is it a HOB that someone BIT ON?

(HOBBITON)

hS

First O: didn't ODO PROUDFOOT put the feet in question up on the table?

hS

TYRN GORTHAD: Thank you, nurse!’ (American text speak). Here, a twisting cave leads to the beginning of the underworld.
H: Nimble Field Marshal gains direction even as all becomes confused here.
ERESTOR: See him before the decay returns; a sibilant is swallowed.

F: Ask Debussy when it sounds like he sings. It might be after noon.
ERIADOR: Thingol’s land is transformed into another, as a fricative element gives way to hesitation in the general turmoil.
L: He’s a lover of confectionery, with only one small exception.
L: Food guilt? It’s confusing when someone lays that on you.
ODO PROUDFOOT: His table manners leave much to be desired.
WITHYWINDLE: Shrivel without hesitation, here in France? Decline, after first loss. But on it flows.
SILVERLODE: Fifty pence pieces can really weigh your pockets down, I hear! That considered, on it runs.
HOBBITON: Here you’ll find a stove with tooth marks in it, they say!
IMLADRIS: Girl traps boy here. Mother too, initially, and first.
PARTH GALEN: Here find oriental bread, lose two articles, and meet a physician.

O: Flatulent and sibilant children’s author? (Forget his surname). It's confusing, but perhaps he’s sampled this?
FANUIDHOL: Spanish greeting for Balin’s directionless dad; despite the confusion, it’s not that far from where his son lies.

T: Charlatan of a professor – looks peaky after much confusion!
HALFAST: He’s semi-sedentary, with very minimal disturbance.
E: An eternally tough dancer, we hear.

RAUROS: Dark Lord changes direction as he tumbles here.
I DRANN: What Drogo might have yelled here, in 2980, had he been a Cockney?
NOB: Does he really ban the use of a certain plosive?
GILDOR: To a linguist’s mind, he seems almost to specialise in golden tautology.

The clues are tumbling nicely at the moment, so I am not giving hints just yet.

Other than this: think of the instances where dancing happens in Tolkien's works. There aren't many. Not because it's an ascetic world. There just isn't that much dancing on a quest. (You already know which book it's in, so it shouldn't be that hard).

Huinesoron, I thought you'd like that one. :D (I DRANN).

I meant 'HOB BITTEN,' ... hence 'they say' for 'sounds like.' Didn't realise one could also masticate stoves in the Westfarthing with the correct letters!

I remember GALEN, and many other medical chaps, from the first unit in History O Level, many years ago: 'Medicine Through Time.'

Seven clues to go!

Candy lover for first L?

Regarding the dancer, there is dancing during Bilbo's party, but there were no people whose names begin with E there.

Yes there were.

...

For the L, you start with the candy to get to the person.

Esmeralda, from EMERALD

Nope.

So it's Everard (EVERHARD - H)

TYRN GORTHAD: Thank you, nurse!’ (American text speak). Here, a twisting cave leads to the beginning of the underworld.
H: Nimble Field Marshal gains direction even as all becomes confused here.
ERESTOR: See him before the decay returns; a sibilant is swallowed.

F: Ask Debussy when it sounds like he sings. It might be after noon.
ERIADOR: Thingol’s land is transformed into another, as a fricative element gives way to hesitation in the general turmoil.
L: He’s a lover of confectionery, with only one small exception.
L: Food guilt? It’s confusing when someone lays that on you.
ODO PROUDFOOT: His table manners leave much to be desired.
WITHYWINDLE: Shrivel without hesitation, here in France? Decline, after first loss. But on it flows.
SILVERLODE: Fifty pence pieces can really weigh your pockets down, I hear! That considered, on it runs.
HOBBITON: Here you’ll find a stove with tooth marks in it, they say!
IMLADRIS: Girl traps boy here. Mother too, initially, and first.
PARTH GALEN: Here find oriental bread, lose two articles, and meet a physician.

O: Flatulent and sibilant children’s author? (Forget his surname). It's confusing, but perhaps he’s sampled this?
FANUIDHOL: Spanish greeting for Balin’s directionless dad; despite the confusion, it’s not that far from where his son lies.

T: Charlatan of a professor – looks peaky after much confusion!
HALFAST: He’s semi-sedentary, with very minimal disturbance.
EVERARD (TOOK): An eternally tough dancer, we hear.

RAUROS: Dark Lord changes direction as he tumbles here.
I DRANN: What Drogo might have yelled here, in 2980, had he been a Cockney?
NOB: Does he really ban the use of a certain plosive?
GILDOR: To a linguist’s mind, he seems almost to specialise in golden tautology.

Six clues remaining.

BURP + ROALD + S......


Can't see a Tolkien connection in there, though.

ROALD and S are correct.

Flatulence doesn't come out of your mouth! Well, not always.

So ROALD + FARTING + S

No, but it was worth it to make you type FARTING. :D

Whilst farting CAN play the role of an adjective, I'm looking for a different synonym of 'flatulent.'

gassy?

Close.

Windy?

Yes!

ROALD + WINDY + S spells out OLD WINYARDS.

TYRN GORTHAD: Thank you, nurse!’ (American text speak). Here, a twisting cave leads to the beginning of the underworld.
H: Nimble Field Marshal gains direction even as all becomes confused here.
ERESTOR: See him before the decay returns; a sibilant is swallowed.

F: Ask Debussy when it sounds like he sings. It might be after noon.
ERIADOR: Thingol’s land is transformed into another, as a fricative element gives way to hesitation in the general turmoil.
L: He’s a lover of confectionery, with only one small exception.
L: Food guilt? It’s confusing when someone lays that on you.
ODO PROUDFOOT: His table manners leave much to be desired.
WITHYWINDLE: Shrivel without hesitation, here in France? Decline, after first loss. But on it flows.
SILVERLODE: Fifty pence pieces can really weigh your pockets down, I hear! That considered, on it runs.
HOBBITON: Here you’ll find a stove with tooth marks in it, they say!
IMLADRIS: Girl traps boy here. Mother too, initially, and first.
PARTH GALEN: Here find oriental bread, lose two articles, and meet a physician.

OLD WINYARDS: Flatulent and sibilant children’s author? (Forget his surname). It's confusing, but perhaps he’s sampled this?
FANUIDHOL: Spanish greeting for Balin’s directionless dad; despite the confusion, it’s not that far from where his son lies.

T: Charlatan of a professor – looks peaky after much confusion!
HALFAST: He’s semi-sedentary, with very minimal disturbance.
EVERARD (TOOK): An eternally tough dancer, we hear.

RAUROS: Dark Lord changes direction as he tumbles here.
I DRANN: What Drogo might have yelled here, in 2980, had he been a Cockney?
NOB: Does he really ban the use of a certain plosive?
GILDOR: To a linguist’s mind, he seems almost to specialise in golden tautology.

Five to go!

I'm still confused about the candy? Is there a specific candy or just in general?

It's a make of confectionery. And you're looking for a character who is only mentioned in FOTR.

Yeah, but there are lots of candies, like this list shows: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_candies



Which one?

Work backwards. Make a list of male characters beginning with L.

I think it's Lindir, but I can't find the 'lover' or 'confectioner'.


Oh, wait, I could. L for LOVER + I for ONE + RIND (as in watermelon rind)

Or it could be Lagduf, which is L from lover + FUDGE - E (for exception) + A (for one)

TYRN GORTHAD: Thank you, nurse!’ (American text speak). Here, a twisting cave leads to the beginning of the underworld.
H: Nimble Field Marshal gains direction even as all becomes confused here.
ERESTOR: See him before the decay returns; a sibilant is swallowed.

F: Ask Debussy when it sounds like he sings. It might be after noon.
ERIADOR: Thingol’s land is transformed into another, as a fricative element gives way to hesitation in the general turmoil.
LINDIR: Is he a lover of confectionery, with just one small exception?
L: Food guilt? It’s confusing when someone lays that on you.
ODO PROUDFOOT: His table manners leave much to be desired.
WITHYWINDLE: Shrivel without hesitation, here in France? Decline, after first loss. But on it flows.
SILVERLODE: Fifty pence pieces can really weigh your pockets down, I hear! That considered, on it runs.
HOBBITON: Here you’ll find a stove with tooth marks in it, they say!
IMLADRIS: Girl traps boy here. Mother too, initially, and first.
PARTH GALEN: Here find oriental bread, lose two articles, and meet a physician.

OLD WINYARDS: Flatulent and sibilant children’s author? (Forget his surname). It's confusing, but perhaps he’s sampled this?
FANUIDHOL: Spanish greeting for Balin’s directionless dad; despite the confusion, it’s not that far from where his son lies.

T: Charlatan of a professor – looks peaky after much confusion!
HALFAST: He’s semi-sedentary, with very minimal disturbance.
EVERARD (TOOK): An eternally tough dancer, we hear.

RAUROS: Dark Lord changes direction as he tumbles here.
I DRANN: What Drogo might have yelled here, in 2980, had he been a Cockney?
NOB: Does he really ban the use of a certain plosive?
GILDOR: To a linguist’s mind, he seems almost to specialise in golden tautology.

It's LINDOR with one letter changed. There was no 'lover' element, and I thought that when I last looked at the clue. I suppose I'd usually put a question mark, as if to say 'Does his name suggest he loves it?,' but with the clue starting with 'He's,' it looks like I didn't get round to it.

...

Have just edited the clue accordingly. Too late for the guessers, but I like my clues to make sense. Well, in the sense that cryptic clues make sense.

Second L: GRUB+BLAME?

Blame is an element.

Lembas is the first thing that comes to mind, but that wasn't in FOTR.

TYRN GORTHAD: Thank you, nurse!’ (American text speak). Here, a twisting cave leads to the beginning of the underworld.
H: Nimble Field Marshal gains direction even as all becomes confused here.
ERESTOR: See him before the decay returns; a sibilant is swallowed.

F: Ask Debussy when it sounds like he sings. It might be after noon.
ERIADOR: Thingol’s land is transformed into another, as a fricative element gives way to hesitation in the general turmoil.
LINDIR: Is he a lover of confectionery, with just one small exception?
LEMBAS: Food guilt? It’s confusing when someone lays that on you.
ODO PROUDFOOT: His table manners leave much to be desired.
WITHYWINDLE: Shrivel without hesitation, here in France? Decline, after first loss. But on it flows.
SILVERLODE: Fifty pence pieces can really weigh your pockets down, I hear! That considered, on it runs.
HOBBITON: Here you’ll find a stove with tooth marks in it, they say!
IMLADRIS: Girl traps boy here. Mother too, initially, and first.
PARTH GALEN: Here find oriental bread, lose two articles, and meet a physician.

OLD WINYARDS: Flatulent and sibilant children’s author? (Forget his surname). It's confusing, but perhaps he’s sampled this?
FANUIDHOL: Spanish greeting for Balin’s directionless dad; despite the confusion, it’s not that far from where his son lies.

T: Charlatan of a professor – looks peaky after much confusion!
HALFAST: He’s semi-sedentary, with very minimal disturbance.
EVERARD (TOOK): An eternally tough dancer, we hear.

RAUROS: Dark Lord changes direction as he tumbles here.
I DRANN: What Drogo might have yelled here, in 2980, had he been a Cockney?
NOB: Does he really ban the use of a certain plosive?
GILDOR: To a linguist’s mind, he seems almost to specialise in golden tautology.

Of course lembas was in FOTR. Where do you think they got it from? ;)

And it's an anagram of 'blames.'

So the professor could either be Tolkien or Trunchbull, with the latter being a real charlatan of a professor.

Neither of those. Not a name of a professor.