D: A magic one to meet a giant, but muddled, and a dwarf’s property?
ITHILIEN: Clematis, myrtle, irises, anemones and thyme grow here.
(purple)
FRUIT (ORANGES): They’re discoloured, in Errantry – but use a generic term.
(yellow)
FINDUILAS'S CLOAK: A gift to a lady in convalescence.
(blue)
E: Used for a sea-lover’s arrows – but prepared like a sheep?
RAIN-CURTAIN: It seems to jump state to shining glass, both in a dream and a real, final vision.
(silver)
E: At mete wel y-taught was she with-alle. She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle.
NIPHREDIL: A bloom to greet a princess.
(white)
THINGOL: Dull of raiment, and a lord of dull people? Hardly!
(grey)
SIGNATURES: Seven required on Shire wills.
(red)
HOLDWINE'S SCAR: A mark left by orcish first-aid.
(brown)
AMETHYST: A Hornblower, and a Wesleyan? But not strange, we hear.
(mauve)
DWIMORDENE: Land a confused broad around a London suburb, via the bank?
(golden)
EMERALD: It shines upon a mariner’s breast.
(green)
S: Frodo’s - aflame? In a tower?
Dwimordene indeed, to give us the 'golden' answer.
I've been to many a Tolkien gathering in Morden. One of the London-residing members of the Tolkien Society lives there. When I was a new member and another London-based member invited me to their 'smials' (social gatherings at a member's house), he told me that for that one we would be going to 'Morden where the shadows lie.'