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VINGELOT: He who harbours this looks out in wonder. (Lost Tales II)
E: Does her bird sing as twilight approaches?
ROAD: A steed with great stamina? Well, he unravels to reveal something else that just goes on and on. (FOTR & ROTK)
SLOE: Hobbits sound leisurely at this point, even without the help of this kind of gin? (Upon The Hearth, FOTR).
INK: It's in a simile for a dark and wet place. (The Mewlips)
F: Sourcing with direction precedes an order to leave - sounds like kidding, though! Well, there he is.
ILMARIN: Beach where a sick sailor doesn't hesitate, we hear. (I Sang of Leaves, FOTR)
COLD (WATER): We may be glad of this variety of clear liquid, but its brother is said to be nobler. (Water Hot, FOTR)
ALDER: One of a collection of soporific trees. (Lullaby, The Hobbit)
TINUVIEL: Goodbye to honeyed soil and a Yorkshire atmosphere, since she is gone too? (Farewell Sweet Earth And Northern Sky, The Silmarillion)
IMLADRIS: Goddess embraces mother's first boy here. (Seek for the Sword that was Broken, FOTR)
OLIPHAUNT: Gandalf 'expletifies' some of his cousins, for Bilbo has forgotten to dust the mantlepiece! (TTT)
NIGHT OF NAUGHT: Head-rhyme *and* pararhyme!? It's nasal! It's nocturnal! It’s nihilistic! (Earendil Was A Mariner, FOTR)
SPELLS: Too many beans at the Unexpected Party? Well, the dwarves made mighty ones, but not only their very pongy soundalikes! (Far Over The Misty Mountains Old, The Hobbit)
Correct, but it's IRIS embracing the first letter of M(other) and LAD.
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