Middle-earthian

[…] of Tolkien-related pamphlets and dissertations, episodes of a course in elementary Quenya, and lots of articles on classical allusions in Tolkien, Elvish military organization and other Middle-earthian details of life.

And Macmillan hopes to cash in with its $29.95 Tolkien: The Illustrated Encyclopaedia, by David Day, a handsome book that leaves few Middle-earthian stones unturned.

It’s where streams are blended that we find the most uniquely “Middle-earthian” expressions of evil.

It takes the online RPG experience, increasingly mired in repetitive gameplay mechanics and Middle-earthian game-worlds, and makes it seem new and exciting again.

The economy of space is a marvel; the studio may seem cluttered, a kind of Middle-earthian junkyard ringed by the stalks of lighting rigs, but one glance into the monitor and there is Théoden’s massive throne room, carved straight out of the pages of Tolkien’s vast antiquity.

Apart from his unfinished essays on his created world, Tolkien drew Middle-earthian plants, textiles, and heraldic designs.

BRUCE: World in Conflict’s got these neat things called “command points,” which is like the modern equivalent of Middle-earthian command points in The Battle for Middle-earth, or World War II command points in Company of Heroes.

My heartfelt thanks go to Marie-Noëlle Biemer, who has been the best and most reliable friend and proofreader since our Middle-earthian days in Giessen.

By the beard of Gandalf the Grey, I swear I was conscious for the entirety of The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies, that not a minute of its seemingly endless titular tiff — the rain of flying arrows, the marauding Orcs, the screeching bats, the Elven king Thranduil and his antlered steed, the galloping Wargs and the prosthetic noses of a baker’s dozen dwarves, the clang and thwack of computer-generated combatants of every Middle-earthian stripe — escaped my attention.

The strangely Middle-earthian whiskers went viral, tickling the Internet, which spewed judgments on how the 68-year-old — who had been hosting a late-night show for 33 years running — had let himself go.

The animation, in a style somewhere between Arthur Rackham’s and Disney gothic, is handsome enough to have furnished publisher Harry Abrams with a new, coffee-table edition of “The Hobbit,” and the voices of the characters—Orson Bean, John Huston, Richard Boone, Cyril Ritchard and Brother Theodore—are as distinctive as you’d want for this odd assortment of Middle-earthians.

Middle-earthians head for Mordor to destroy object in the fires.

Those Middle-earthians from the First Age knew enough to recognize that even death wasn’t necessarily going to keep witch-kings and giant flaming eyes from harassing you later.