Tolkien Trivia

• Number your question: keep it consecutive with all previous questions. So I will add question #1 and the next person to ask a question can number theirs #2, and so on. This will be in order for people to reference the question and go back and find it when the answer (or a guess) is given below.
  
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jon wrote:Gilfanon it is: one of the more prominent story-tellers in the Room of Logs from the Book of Lost Tales.  Tavrobel in the tale is the ancient name of Great Haywood in Stratfordshire where Tolkien stayed after his return from France in the winter of 1916-1917.  The House of the Hundred Chimneys was said to be Gilfanon's home tho nothing more is said of it in the tale save that it is ancient and stands near the bridge of Tavrobel and that many things may be heard there of both the past and the future.  Apparently nobody knew what building there might have caused Tolkien to concoct such a name - but it sure is a good one.  So evocative.

My answer to #2 is related: from the outline to Gilfanon's Tale I believe the names are Ermon and Elmir.

I'll make the next one a little easier.

Question #3:

Three Rings for the Elven kings under the sky

A) Who originally possessed the three Elven Rings of Power after they left the hand of their maker, Celebrimbor?

B) What were their names (that is, the names of each ring)?

C) Each ring was associated with an element.  What were the different elements each was associated with?

Pettytyrant101 wrote:You have to allow for seasonally buckied brains Music (except me of course, mine is that way all year) it might take a bit of time for folks to come up with an answer.

Music of the Ainur wrote:Oh I misunderstood what you were looking for. I do remember reading that the Tavrobel in the tale is the ancient name of Great Haywood in Stratfordshire. I thought you meant where The House of the Hundred Chimneys was in the written tales, not in our day to day reality.

Tolkien wrote:

...

Dark came under Hill.  Tom, he lit a candle;
upstairs creaking went, turned the door-handle.
'Hoo, Tom Bombadil!  Look what night has brought you!
I'm here behind the door.  Now at last I've caught you!
You'd forgotten Barrow-wight dwelling in the old mound
up there on hill-top with the ring of stones round.
He's got loose again.  Under earth he'll take you.
Poor Tom Bombadil, pale and cold he'll make you!'

'Go out!  Shut the door, and never come back after!
Take away gleaming eyes, take your hollow laughter!
Go back to grassy mound, on your stony pillow
lay down your bony head, like Old Man Willow,
like young Goldberry, and Badger-folk in burrow!
Go back to buried gold and forgotten sorrow!'

Out fled Barrow-wight through the window leaping,
through the yard, over wall like a shadow sweeping,
up hill wailing went back to leaning stone-rings,
back under lonely mound, rattling his bone-rings.

Old Tom  Bombadil lay upon his pillow
sweeter than Goldberry, quieter than the Willow,
snugger than the Badger-folk or the Barrow-dwellers;
slept like a humming-top, snored like a bellows.

He woke in morning-light, whistled like a starling,
sang, "Come, derry-dol, merry-dol, my darling!'
He clapped on his battered hat, boots, and coat and feather;
opened the window wide to the sunny weather.

Wise old Bombadil, he was a wary fellow;
bright blue his jacket was, and his boots were yellow.
None ever caught old Tom in upland or in dingle,
walking the forest-paths, or by the Withywindle,
or out on the lily-pool in boat upon the water.
But one day Tom, he went and caught the River-daughter,
in green gown, flowing hair, sitting in the rushes,
singing old water-songs to birds upon the bushes.

He caught her, held her fast  Water-rats went  scuttering
reeds hissed, herons cried, and her heart was fluttering.
Said Tom Bombadil: 'Here's my pretty maiden!
You shall come home with me!  The table is all laden:
yellow cream, honeycomb, white bread and butter;
roses at the window-sill and peeping round the shutter.
You shall come under Hill!  Never mind you mother
in her deep weedy pool: there you'll find no lover!'

Old Tom Bombadil had a merry wedding,
crowned all with buttercups, hat and feather shedding;
his bride with forgetmenots and flag-lilies for garland
was robed all in silver-green.  He sang like a starling,
hummed like a honey-bee, lilted to the fiddle,
clasping his river-maid round her slender middle.

Lamps gleamed within his house, and white was the bedding;
in the bright honey-moon Badger-fold came treading,
danced down under Hill, and Old Man Willow
tapped, tapped at window-pane, as they slept on the pillow,
on the bank in the reeds River-woman sighing
heard old Barrow-wight in his mound crying.

...

Tolkien wrote:
In the days of Argeleb II the plague came into Eriador from the South-east, and most of the people of Cardolan perished, especially in Minhiriath.  The Hobbits and all other peoples suffered greatly, but the plague lessened as is passed northwards, and the northern parts of Arthedain were little affected.  It was at this time that an end came of the Dúnedain of Cardolan, and evil spirits out of Angmar and Rhudaur entered into the deserted mounds and dwelt there.

Tolkien wrote:
It is said that the mounds of Tyrn Gorthad, as the Barrowdowns were called of old, are very ancient, and that many were built in the days of the old world of the First Age by the forefathers of the Edain,  before they crossed the  Blue Mountains into Beleriand, of which Lindon is all that now remains...