[Pitchwife]

Indeed. My first thought on reading this was of the many stories we would never have been told if not for him, the treasures of his father's imagination that would never have been unearthed, the characters who would never have come to life. Sador and Nellas, Erendis, Eöl and Maeglin, Beleg and Gwindor and Andróg and Mîm. But for him, the Elvish languages would have remained a mystery, most of the First and Second Ages unexplained vistas, both the quirky exuberance of BoLT and the probing of Morgoth's psychology in Myths Transformed unguessed at. He was the literary executor every writer dreams of and very few get. He's more than earned his rest, and yet we'll miss him.