Arrows 'nd Bow

[Formendacil]

No, this not a thread about the humour of archery, as pertains to Tolkien or otherwise.

This is a thread devoted to Anagrams of 'Downers, Tolkien characters, Tolkien places, and all things Tolkien.

As a thread, I was inspired by the recent, post-game revelations of Milord the Phantom's easter eggs, one of which was an anagram of my name: Formendacil = Micro Elf DNA. Another was "Feanor of the Peredhil" = "thin feral feeder? Pooh!"

This thread, therefore, is devoted to seeing what humourous anagrams can be derived from the names of Tolkien's world, and the names of this site's Tolkien devotees, and what humourous connotations can be derived from the insights gained by the anagrams.

For my own part, I believe "Micro Elf DNA" in my genes may be attributed to descent from Elrond and/or Elros. There were many descendents of Aragorn and Arwen, I am sure, and many more of Elendil, and who knows how many with the blood of Elros.

Clearly, however, I am the right heir of the long-dead Kingdoms of Gondor and Arnor.

In the case of Milady Fea, I would say that the only information we may gain from a study of this particular anagram is the knowledge that she is not a skinny feral feeder....

Well, that's the start my (second ever) thread... Enjoy.

[Boromir88]

I got a couple here. One is actually an anagram with a pun, that really doesn't make any sense, but I guess it'll work. The other makes a lot more sense.

Tim Whalen, who of course is a pretty well known singer and song writer...and this anagram downer is none other than Mithawlen.

As for the punny one that makes no sense at all, just four random words...

Pam sun can hate...the pun being "sun" and I guess "sun" is hates...whatever...anyway it's The Sauce Pan Man

[mormegil]

This site is great for things like this though it won't give proper names and takes out a bit of the fun in it.

Mormegil = Grim Mole or Girl memo

[Boromir88]

Hm... the phantom works out to the top man almost perfectly... but I guess that extra "h" proves he isn't.

aye but the phantom could be...hot pen math

[The Saucepan Man]

Lalwende = wed Allen

But what would davem say?

Davem = Made ‘V’

Hmm. Directed at this Allen, perchance?

Boromir88 = Rib Room ‘88

A great place to eat!

Bethberry = Try HB beer

To wash down all those ribs.

The Saucepan Man = Ah, man’s peace nut

That’s me, a crazy pacifist.

Estelyn Telcontar = Can tell ent storye.

That‘s just uncanny …

[Boromir88]

Not Estelyn Telcontar, but just Estelyn is a sly teen...hmmm?

I'd especially hate to do this to The Saucepan Man, especially since he commented on a fine restaurant I own, but I just think it's too darn funny. Sauce...you're a Staunch mean ape.

Formendacil is actually a Firm coal den...interesting

[Formendacil]

Originally Posted by Boromir88

Formendacil is actually a Firm coal den...interesting

It's my Alberta heritage.

I decided to check out one our zaniest 'Downers, hoping to get an insight into his mind.

No such luck.

Nilpaurion Felagund came up as lifeguard plan union.

So. Is he out there to found a Union to improve the Employee Plans of lifeguards?

[the phantom]

Hmph. You guys are using all of the easter eggs that were going to be in the next game.

the guy who be short= "the huge, worthy sob" (he's a big whiner, but he's worthy of...something) or "Where's thought, boy?" (who knows?)

Anguirel= "an uglier" (our homely friend)

Formendacil= "manic folder" (works in a clothing store), "from Iceland" (sometimes called Alberta), "minor elf cad" (ha ha)

Encaitare= "a rat niece" (as her uncle always calls her), "i.e. rant ace" (what she's called when she goes crazy in a WW game)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Hm... the phantom works out to the top man almost perfectly... but I guess that extra "h" proves he isn't.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Green Dragon Inn = Dr. G.N, gone in near

But also,

By Water is in fact tear wyb!

You can probably tell I'll never be on Countdown...

[The Saucepan Man]

Naturally keeping with the Tolkien theme, Estelyn Telcontar drinks t' Lorelyn Scent Tea.

Mithalwen has a liking for Malt Whine.

Hookbill the Goomba quaffs the strange brew that is known as Hokobombo Light Ale.

HerenIstarion slakes his thirst at the bar on the one Shire Train.

When visiting the Great Lakes, Feanor of the Peredhil generally orders a half of the Erie Pernod.

The Only Real Estel buys his favourite beverage from the Honey Latte Seller.

Nilpaurion Felagund, unorthodox as ever, favours Ulannion Grape Fluid.

[Gurthang]

In the past, The Werewolf Games were the law of gems.

A Balrog is nothing but a log bar. (might have been done already)

Tom Bombadil is a tidal mom blob.

The One Ring was so powerful that everyone was just like a hen on grit to get it.

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

suddenly The Saucepan Man yelled c (see) he’s a peanut man !

Ok it was bad, but you can't win every time!(I wish I could win just once)

[Boromir88]

Firefoot is a frito foe, a nemesis to fritos everywhere.

Child of the Seventh Age is the famous Editor to the breaking story...defective hog halts hen!!!!

Piosenniel, of course love to sell pies online.

[Lhunardawen]

Originally Posted by Gurthang

The Saucepan Man - mace hunts an ape

He's a weapon who doesn't like monkeys.

Poor mormegil.

[Rimbaud]

For men clad, I rob Rim o'88 Rimmel.
Go find rope to heal here (the man can pause the ph moat).
No aim rang hurt got in awful Spain;
Gong can dine large - can tell Ent story!

I can line a mini-owl -
Our lean, lewd she - bold ear.
Moth lurks on banjo, frees urn.
Herbert, by glib re-malt when I jam talk
Ogle a hot blob, OK.
Oh as elves darn new - hurl Drambui!

(Formendacil, Boromir88, mormegil, Feanor of the Peredhil, The Saucepan Man, the phantom, morai, Gurthang, dancing spawn of ungoliant, Anguirel, estelyn Telcontar, Cailin, Orominuialwen, Lalwende, Shelob, Morsul the Dark, Rune Son of Bjarne, Bethberry, Bergil, Mithalwen, Malkatoj, Hookbill the Goomba, Valesse, Lhunardwen, Rimbaud - all posters on this thread in order of first post).

The epic of the Downs anagrams is a curious one. Starting with the unlikely robbery of vintage designer lipstick from the exquisitely made-up Rimbaud by the burly imposter Boromir88, the poem sweeps to talking about the aloe strands within moisturiser required to heal a face ravaged by an unkind ph climate.

No matter how well applied though, the face cream cannot change the pain gained in Spain by the plain, and the story is broken by the dinner gong, where Esty regales us with her familiar ent story.

Meanwhile, I take up carving, and create a perfectly formed miniature owl, bold and fearless, whilst a large moth, previously supine upon a nearby banjo unfortunately knocks a precious urn over, thus freeing it.

My friend Herbert, whilst applying himself to pouring me another whisky as I delve into ebonics, unfortunately spills hot wax on to his trousers, at which he stares while I drink more; as the elves repair his pantaloons, I unfortunately have a Drambui too many...

[Mithalwen]

It looks as if that was just too hard an act to follow......

Truly astounding.

[Morai]

Morsul the Dark: is of course smoker hut lard, meaning of course that he smokes his meat in a hut made out of animal fat. Ew....

Our beloved Maeg would describe herself as a "game."

[Valesse]

I feel all selfconcious posting after Rimbaud and all, but he inspired me to move on to bigger and better... ANAGRAMS!

Was the One Ring trying to tell us something?:

One Ring to rule them all, one ring to find them...
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.

Mr. Tolkien might be a ranger in Tol-in-Gaurhoth if he told Dr. N. G. Landen nonsense:
"Hi! I old timber tentmen."