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MIDDLE: Hey diddle diddle, this earth’s in the centre. (The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins)
OROFARNE: Sandwich a cookie unevenly around a nasally altered farm and see what springs up. (O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!)
ROCKETS: They’ll soothe a sore throat, if the liquid is changed. (The finest rockets ever seen)
ERMABWED: After hesitation, the fairies’ midwife married him. (Light as Leaf on Lindentree)
F Christmassy, but dangerous here.
IN: What knights say, if you play the tape backwards. (In Dwimordene, in Lorien)
RINGS: A drummer loses nothing, but hisses for them. ('The Lord of the Rings' / Is one of those things)
S A singer from the Seventies – hoping to sound like this?
TROLL: He’s much nicer when he joins forces with a Moomin. (Troll sat alone on his seat of stone)
L Whether sweet or salt, it cools a hot mouth.
I: Simply the first person. (I sit beside the fire and think)
NOT: You tie one, K? (Take that away). (All that is gold does not glitter)
ELVEN-KINGS: Almost a dozen monarchs have lost their way. (Three Rings for the elven-kings under the sky)
SANG: Of French blood? (I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew)
Indeed.
You'll find the L one in a good Indian restaurant, if you ask for it.
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"Sit by the firelight's glow; tell us an old tale we know. Tell of adventures strange and rare; never to change, ever to share! Stories we tell will cast their spell, now and for always."
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