An Alliteration for sweet Frodo.
Frisky Frodo frolicked in the freshly furrowed field that was filled with flowers, fieldmice and friends. Fleetly he flew on fast, furry feet, his fingers flaying freely in the breeze, without any frowns flitting on his fair face, but a few freckles were found on his forehead. He flipped and flopped and floated all around forgetting all of his frightening fears. Following four fun-filled hours, the famished friends feasted frenzidly on their favorite fare of fruit, fish fried over fiery flames, frosted cake and root beer floats. Finally, the friendly Frodo, without any fanfare or flourish, fell fast asleep on his fluffy feather bed.
Frisky Frodo frolicked in the freshly furrowed field that was filled with flowers, fieldmice and friends. Fleetly he flew on fast, furry feet, his fingers flaying freely in the breeze, without any frowns flitting on his fair face, but a few freckles were found on his forehead. He flipped and flopped and floated all around forgetting all of his frightening fears. Following four fun-filled hours, the famished friends feasted frenzidly on their favorite fare of fruit, fish fried over fiery flames, frosted cake and root beer floats. Finally, the friendly Frodo, without any fanfare or flourish, fell fast asleep on his fluffy feather bed.
- Calafalas
An alliteration for Boromir, of
course
Boromir blew blaring on the bone bugle. Bounding up the bluff, he blocked the blade of the barbarous blackguard who besieged the bedraggled boys. Boromir bravely battled battalions of black orcs, breaking off the bloodletting only because black cross-bow bolts buried in his breast battered him backwards. The blatant black orc blocked out the blazing brightness for one last blow, but brother helped brother and boromir's battle broke off. Broken and bewildered, boromir bore the burden of betrayal begging for blame, but but brother blessed brother and boromir was un-bound, belief of the benediction mirrored in his beautiful face.
Boromir blew blaring on the bone bugle. Bounding up the bluff, he blocked the blade of the barbarous blackguard who besieged the bedraggled boys. Boromir bravely battled battalions of black orcs, breaking off the bloodletting only because black cross-bow bolts buried in his breast battered him backwards. The blatant black orc blocked out the blazing brightness for one last blow, but brother helped brother and boromir's battle broke off. Broken and bewildered, boromir bore the burden of betrayal begging for blame, but but brother blessed brother and boromir was un-bound, belief of the benediction mirrored in his beautiful face.
- Boriel
Auntkimby indulges in a bit of Pippinesque alliteration
Brought to you by the letter P. I cannot make every word start with P, but you get the idea.
I also don't know if you can pick plums in Pincup; it's the only place name I could think of that made any sense for this. Then again, I'm not sure ANY of it makes sense.
Preciously precocious Pippin persistently pleaded with Paladin his papa to please permit him to personally perambulate to Pincup to pick plums for Pervinca's pie. "Please, Papa, you permit me to perambulate personally only periodically! Please, please, permit me to proceed to Pincup to pick plums!"
As Pippin pleaded he perceived that he had persuaded his Papa Paladin to permit him to perambulate to Pincup, presumably permitted because Pippin had permanently perforated Paladin's patience to the point of a pincushion.
"Please, Pippin, proceed to Pincup promptly!" Paladin propounded piercingly. "Please do not presume to precipitate any painful Pippin pranks as you progress!"
"Prodigious Papa!" Pippin proclaimed, "I pledge to not produce any pranks as I proceed to Pincup to pick plums for Pervinca's pie! My preciosity prefers to perspicaciously prevent me from presumption to perform pranks!"
"PERAMBULATE, PEREGRIN!" Paladin pleaded.
"Papa, Pippin is pesky," Pimpernel pouted.
"Papa, Pippin is pestiferous," Pervinca philosophized.
"Papa, Pippin's palaver is not perspicuous," Pearl persecuted.
"Propinquity is periodically painful," Pippin predicated, and proceeded to Pincup to pick plums.
Auntkimby indulges in a bit of Pippinesque alliteration
Brought to you by the letter P. I cannot make every word start with P, but you get the idea.
I also don't know if you can pick plums in Pincup; it's the only place name I could think of that made any sense for this. Then again, I'm not sure ANY of it makes sense.
Preciously precocious Pippin persistently pleaded with Paladin his papa to please permit him to personally perambulate to Pincup to pick plums for Pervinca's pie. "Please, Papa, you permit me to perambulate personally only periodically! Please, please, permit me to proceed to Pincup to pick plums!"
As Pippin pleaded he perceived that he had persuaded his Papa Paladin to permit him to perambulate to Pincup, presumably permitted because Pippin had permanently perforated Paladin's patience to the point of a pincushion.
"Please, Pippin, proceed to Pincup promptly!" Paladin propounded piercingly. "Please do not presume to precipitate any painful Pippin pranks as you progress!"
"Prodigious Papa!" Pippin proclaimed, "I pledge to not produce any pranks as I proceed to Pincup to pick plums for Pervinca's pie! My preciosity prefers to perspicaciously prevent me from presumption to perform pranks!"
"PERAMBULATE, PEREGRIN!" Paladin pleaded.
"Papa, Pippin is pesky," Pimpernel pouted.
"Papa, Pippin is pestiferous," Pervinca philosophized.
"Papa, Pippin's palaver is not perspicuous," Pearl persecuted.
"Propinquity is periodically painful," Pippin predicated, and proceeded to Pincup to pick plums.
-Auntkimby
Leaping lizards! Lithe, light-footed Legolas leaped
laughingly, levitating over loads of blizzard-leavings to liberate the
lamentably latent leaders. Leadership
laying low under leaden lofty snowfall weren't lax or lazy, but were
longsufferingly lumbering. Legolas'
loquacity to the legitimate legerdemainist for locale of the luminary
light
meant less lounging, a little liquor and a loophole for leaving their
lapsed
lane. Lala!
- Primula
Alliteration for Frodo
Frail Frodo, fearful of fiery foes, fled on furry feet to free faithful friends from frightful fate. “Faith, friend, forsake following!” he forbade. Nevertheless fearless friend followed. “It’s futile,” Frodo fretted. “Fret not, Frodo. Final freedom will be found when, with flash and fire, the foe falls into flame. Then flight far on firm footing from foreign fields to favorite fireside and fellowship will flourish forever!”
Alliteration for Frodo
Frail Frodo, fearful of fiery foes, fled on furry feet to free faithful friends from frightful fate. “Faith, friend, forsake following!” he forbade. Nevertheless fearless friend followed. “It’s futile,” Frodo fretted. “Fret not, Frodo. Final freedom will be found when, with flash and fire, the foe falls into flame. Then flight far on firm footing from foreign fields to favorite fireside and fellowship will flourish forever!”
-onónë
A Quick Alliteration for Merry
Midnight. Merry masterfully melted margarine midst Mrs. Maggot’s mushrooms. “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” Merry mouthed. "Masticate more!" Meanwhile, more Misty Mountain monsters mysteriously multiplied, making mighty men mutter. Mrs. Maggot’s mushrooms made Merry mightily miffed with marauding monsters. Moreover, multiplication made Merry mad. Merry moved mightily and marauding monsters melted. Mighty men mumbled, “Mrs. Maggot’s mushrooms midst melted margarine made munchkins mighty.”
A Quick Alliteration for Merry
Midnight. Merry masterfully melted margarine midst Mrs. Maggot’s mushrooms. “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” Merry mouthed. "Masticate more!" Meanwhile, more Misty Mountain monsters mysteriously multiplied, making mighty men mutter. Mrs. Maggot’s mushrooms made Merry mightily miffed with marauding monsters. Moreover, multiplication made Merry mad. Merry moved mightily and marauding monsters melted. Mighty men mumbled, “Mrs. Maggot’s mushrooms midst melted margarine made munchkins mighty.”
- onónë
Aragorn's Alliteration
(The Council of Elrond)
Army activist angled adamantly "Appreciate Archenemy's adornment! Activation always agreeable."
Aragorn Arathornson answered an angry army activist; "Archenemy's adornment abases all, and amnesia answers any alternates!"
Army activist argued, "Alibi, alibi, any Ambler."
An ally announced "Any Ambler? Annulled! Ambler aka Aragorn Arathornson's ancestors actually accedes an apex authority, ages ago abandoned! Army activist's allegiance asked!"
Army activist answered apathetically, "Agateland's authority annulled. Agateland accepts anarchy."
Aragorn's Alliteration
(The Council of Elrond)
Army activist angled adamantly "Appreciate Archenemy's adornment! Activation always agreeable."
Aragorn Arathornson answered an angry army activist; "Archenemy's adornment abases all, and amnesia answers any alternates!"
Army activist argued, "Alibi, alibi, any Ambler."
An ally announced "Any Ambler? Annulled! Ambler aka Aragorn Arathornson's ancestors actually accedes an apex authority, ages ago abandoned! Army activist's allegiance asked!"
Army activist answered apathetically, "Agateland's authority annulled. Agateland accepts anarchy."
- Primula
Deranged Denethor
Delirious Denethor, desiring deficiently dangerous descendant to delight Daddy's domain, devolved a dasterdly demand.
"Do!" declared Denethor.
"Doubtful." dithered descendant. "Disappointed?"
"Doubly distrustful." drawled Denethor dourly.
Descendant drooped.
"Dang. Descendant is duplicitous, " decided Denethor.
Dignified descendant dared doozy defense, but dreadfully dark dart drugging drew him down, defeated.
"Dark days, death of dynamic dominance! Doom! Despair!" Deranged Denethor dragged darkly drugged descendant down to domicile of dead, dripped dangerously distilled detonatious dribbles, drenching decendant draped on deadwood debris.
"Die!" Denethor drove, "Do!"
"Don't! Desist!" declared dauntless Dalf, Gan (Dual-tone Diviner). "Doings diverge!" Diviner distinctly deflamed darling descendant.
"Drat!" Denethor darkly despaired, departing in dynamous decomposition.
T Time for Theoden
Treacherously Tricksy Traitor
Tortured Twisted Theoden
Terrible Temptation Thwarted
Tumultuous Twilight Time
Deranged Denethor
Delirious Denethor, desiring deficiently dangerous descendant to delight Daddy's domain, devolved a dasterdly demand.
"Do!" declared Denethor.
"Doubtful." dithered descendant. "Disappointed?"
"Doubly distrustful." drawled Denethor dourly.
Descendant drooped.
"Dang. Descendant is duplicitous, " decided Denethor.
Dignified descendant dared doozy defense, but dreadfully dark dart drugging drew him down, defeated.
"Dark days, death of dynamic dominance! Doom! Despair!" Deranged Denethor dragged darkly drugged descendant down to domicile of dead, dripped dangerously distilled detonatious dribbles, drenching decendant draped on deadwood debris.
"Die!" Denethor drove, "Do!"
"Don't! Desist!" declared dauntless Dalf, Gan (Dual-tone Diviner). "Doings diverge!" Diviner distinctly deflamed darling descendant.
"Drat!" Denethor darkly despaired, departing in dynamous decomposition.
T Time for Theoden
Treacherously Tricksy Traitor
Tortured Twisted Theoden
Terrible Temptation Thwarted
Tumultuous Twilight Time
- Onono Laivindur
Windlord and Wizard
Welcome Windlord Winging
Whisked Wanderer Westward
Walkers Warned:
White Wizard
Wretched Warmongering Worm
Windlord and Wizard
Welcome Windlord Winging
Whisked Wanderer Westward
Walkers Warned:
White Wizard
Wretched Warmongering Worm
- Daughter of Kings
“Gah!” gargled Galadriel, greeting graciously whilst galloping gorgeously in gossamer gown. “Get going! Gag-worthy ghouls and goblins grievously gather. Gad not! Goof not! Gallivant great goers, gather grub, gather gear - go to grey gosling gunboats, goodbye!”
“Crud!” cried Celeborn crankily. “Chimerical conjuror cut class, can’t cross-examine him, can’t collect clues! Caught caseload of choleric, combustible, conflagrant colossus, causing categorical career change to crispy critter, correct?”
“Carrion.” confirmed Chiefton, crestfallen. “Couldn’t cross chasm, crumbly construction crudely cracked. Crashed, croaked.”
“Confounded creepy creature,” carped Celeborn. “Can’t cope.”
“Come, come, Consort” comforted comely cohabitant companion. “I conjecture a classy comeback. ”
“Gah!” gargled Galadriel, greeting graciously whilst galloping gorgeously in gossamer gown. “Get going! Gag-worthy ghouls and goblins grievously gather. Gad not! Goof not! Gallivant great goers, gather grub, gather gear - go to grey gosling gunboats, goodbye!”
“Crud!” cried Celeborn crankily. “Chimerical conjuror cut class, can’t cross-examine him, can’t collect clues! Caught caseload of choleric, combustible, conflagrant colossus, causing categorical career change to crispy critter, correct?”
“Carrion.” confirmed Chiefton, crestfallen. “Couldn’t cross chasm, crumbly construction crudely cracked. Crashed, croaked.”
“Confounded creepy creature,” carped Celeborn. “Can’t cope.”
“Come, come, Consort” comforted comely cohabitant companion. “I conjecture a classy comeback. ”
Little lodgers languished, lapped-up leaves of lembas; latent longings for lard led to large, lurid loops of lingual lunching, lousy with luxurious leavening. Lorien’s leaseholding leaf-leapers loaded lots, but lodgers left little.
“Leapin’ lizards!” laughed the lithely lumbering legion of lightly laced Legolas-lookalikes, later. “Lembas loads look like leftovers! Look, Lady!”
Lady laughed. “La! Looks like little lodgers legitimately love Lorien lembas!”
- Primula
Merry Mithlond! Most mnemonics meant for Mithlond moan of melancholy and moping. Missing merry, mirthful Mithlond most merely mumble amid a morass of marshmallowy, mucky, muggy moods. Morosely miserable mournfulness might master many millenia of minutes, memorials to mobs of magical mages and mannerly musical models, but merriness is more moving. Mithlond, many manned mariners migrate, moving moreover to mansions immutable - may melodies mingle mainly in mirth, o meritricious mood!
Merry Mithlond! Most mnemonics meant for Mithlond moan of melancholy and moping. Missing merry, mirthful Mithlond most merely mumble amid a morass of marshmallowy, mucky, muggy moods. Morosely miserable mournfulness might master many millenia of minutes, memorials to mobs of magical mages and mannerly musical models, but merriness is more moving. Mithlond, many manned mariners migrate, moving moreover to mansions immutable - may melodies mingle mainly in mirth, o meritricious mood!
- Primula
