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.
(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!