Places
| BOTR | Allusion | LOTR |
|---|---|---|
| the Nattily Wood the Evelyn Wood |
Natalie Wood, an American actress Evelyn Wood, popularizer of speed reading |
The Old Forest |
| Whee | an English interjection: see wikt:whee | Bree |
| the Ngaio Marsh | Ngaio Marsh, a New Zealand crime writer and theatre director | the Dead Marshes |
| Twodor | Two-door (car) | Gondor |
| Fordor | Four-door (car) and the Fordor | Mordor |
| Roi-Tan Roi-Tanners |
Roi-Tan, a brand of cigars | Rohan Rohirrim |
| The Zazu Pits, a big trash-burning area in Fordor | ZaSu Pitts, an American film actress | The crater of Orodruin |
| Sol Hurok, a mountain range on the edge of Fordor | Sol Hurok, a 20th century American impresario. | The Ephel Dúath mountain range |
| Minas Troney | Minestrone | Minas Tirith |
| Chikken Noodul | Chicken noodle | Minas Morgul |
| Gallowine | E & J Gallo Winery | Brandywine |
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