Indeed so
 

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

Brown trousers?
 

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.

*bump*
 

Anybody at all?

An answer and some spurious history: two posts for the price of one
 

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.

That be it.
 

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

Thinking problem
 

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

Well, I gave everyone a chance.
 

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. ;)

Correct
 

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.

Thanks.
 

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.

Hmmm . . . I think I need to go back to studying!

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.

All werewolves aside
 

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

Capital!
 

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

While we're waiting
 

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.

Hmmm . . .
 

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.

Unsuccessful base-jumpers of Middle-earth
 

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.

Ouch.
 

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.

What indeed?
 

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).

Verily.
 

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

Supply line
 

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

Wow, this one's tough.
 

Erm, any hints?

But of course
 

Try the back of the Silmarillion.

Erm, my good man . . .
 

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!

Yes?
 

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

Oh, dear.
 

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?

Thread? Have? Do you?
 

Yes.

Alas, that the thread was indeed mine!
 

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.

H'lo?
 

Is anyone apt to answer my auspicious anagram?