Teacher?

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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.
LINDIR: Is he a lover of confectionery, with just one small exception?
LEMBAS: 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.

OLD WINYARDS: 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.
EVERARD (TOOK): 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.

No. A short word specifically used for a professor or academic.

Prof? Or chair?

No. I'm sure you'll have seen it if you've ever read any books about Tolkien.

Chair?

No.

The same word is used for a Mafia chief.

Don?

That's the one.

Is the clue referring to a character, on an object, or something else?

The straight part of the clue is in the second half.

Oh.

So it's a peak?

Yep.

So Redhorn and Fanuidhol have 'don' in their names....

How about TOL BRANDIR? Don + ...well, I don't know, but it does include 'don' and start with T.

hS

None of those.

What sort of a don would it be who was a charlatan? Who was only *pretending* to be a don?

It would be a ___________ don.

For the F clue, the answer is IN the title of the piece of music by Debussy that Huinesoron mentioned/found.

False? Fake?

And the F clue could be Fundin (Faune D'un)

No to both.

But you're right with 'Faune' ...

The big giveaway is that 'he sings.' :D

Can't find a synonym for charlatan with T in it.

Wait a minute.....your favorite character sings and his name begins with F.....

Ah, he does!

But he's not the answer.

The answer is someone probably known *first and foremost* for singing.

It's just a very rare name for him.

Find a list of named mountain peaks and work backwards. Wikipedia should have one.

It only has a list of mountains, not mountain peaks specifically.

And Forn for F.

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.

FORN: 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.
LINDIR: Is he a lover of confectionery, with just one small exception?
LEMBAS: 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.

OLD WINYARDS: 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.
EVERARD (TOOK): 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.

FORN indeed. A rare name for Tom Bombadil.

Only H and T left.

EDIT: I've just realised that Huinesoron was *incredibly close* with Tol Brandir.

Still relevant.

Well, so is the clue in my EDIT above.

So Amon Hen or Amon Lhaw? None of them begins with T.


Tol Brandir is also called Tindrock, but once you remove don from that, the rest doesn't form any coherent word.

Of course it does.

It's an anagram of TRICK DON.

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.

FORN: 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.
LINDIR: Is he a lover of confectionery, with just one small exception?
LEMBAS: 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.

OLD WINYARDS: 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.

TINDROCK: Charlatan of a professor – looks peaky after much confusion!
HALFAST: He’s semi-sedentary, with very minimal disturbance.
EVERARD (TOOK): 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.

Now H: Hitler?

No.

Try an earlier war.

First World War, then?

Yes.

Hindenburg?

Wrong country.

Not from UK?

Yes, UK.