I gave up my white robe for one of many colours. Contrary to popular belief, I met my demise in the Shire, not at Isengard.

I was a weapon of the Great Enemy in the First Age. In the Third Age, a battering ram of the army of the Dark One would also bear my name.

A Ring of Power, I was given to an elvish High King, then the Lord of the Grey Havens, and finally the Grey Wizard.

The elves called me Mithrandir, and my true name is Olórin. What is my common name?

I may not look it, but I am the eldest and arguably most powerful being in Middle-Earth. As such, the One Ring holds no power over me.

Kin of the Grey Pilgrim, I am a friend of plant and fowl. My robe is brown.

Aged 131 on my last day in Middle-Earth, I am the oldest hobbit in history. Apart from Sméagol, from whom I once burgled.

I lived to be 130, older than any hobbit whose life had not been prolonged by the One Ring. Bilbo, Frodo, Merry and Pippin are all descendants of mine.

Considered the greatest of the Rings of the Elves, I was entrusted to Lord of Rivendell.

Did you know that I am Arwen's grandmother?

Word has it that I am the finest pipe-weed in all of South Farthing.

Although I was overtaken by the Witch-king, I was--in the Second Age--home to the great Isildur.

The first King of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor, I am also a descendant of Eärendil, who was the father of Elrond. I was 210 years old when I died.

A Ring of Power forged from mithril, I was given to the Lady of Lórien.

Huntsman of the Valar, I was the first to discover the elves, whom I named the 'Eldar.'

Although not chief of the Valar, I rule the waters and greatest depths of Arda, and I know the world more than any being, save Eru.

I slew the Witch-king of Angmar. After the War, I married Faramir.

Upon the death of Denethor, I became the final ruling Steward of Gondor, until the crowning of King Elessar soon after.

Tortured phantom soul I am. I haunt the ancient graves and cairns of men, and because of me, four hobbits nearly met an early death.

I am a dark being with power enough to subdue even the great Morgoth. The mother of Shelob, I died when my desire to consume all things led me to consume myself.

The greatest and most powerful of the Valar, I am the brother of Manwë, builder of the fortess of Utumno, and master of Sauron.

Called 'The Deathless,' I am the father of the Dwarves.

I led my kin to reclaim the treasure of Lonely Mountain from the dragon, Smaug.

Possibly the greatest warrior of men in the First Age, my life was riddled with tragedy. I was emprisoned by Morgoth himself, and forced to watch the demise of my children.

Greatest of all the Mearas, only the Grey Wizard was able to tame me. I became his steed, at the recluctant consent of the king of Rohan.

I was the steed of the King of Rohan during the War of the Ring.

King of Rohan, I am a descendant of Eorl the Young, and my ancestors can further be traced back to Vidugavia, prince of the Northmen.

Created by the famed Noldor craftsman, Fëanor, I was stolen by Morgoth, reclaimed by the Valar, then stolen by Fëanor's son, Maglor, who, in grief, threw me into the sea.

I was taken by the Great Enemy and set in his crown, taken back by the Valar, then stolen by Maedhros, son of Fëanor, who, in agony, threw me and himself into a fiery pit.

Imbued with the light of the Trees of Valinor, I was possessed by Melkor, Beren, a werewolf, Eärendil, and finally placed as a star in the heavens by the Valar.

First of the fire-drakes am I. Although defeated by Túrin Turambar, I also set the course that led to his demise.

Among the eldest of all living creatures in Middle-Earth, I abide in the forest Fangorn, which is also one of my names.

Gardener at Bag End, I accompanied the Ring-bearer to Mt. Doom. I bore the Ring for a short time, hence, I was one of the few mortals allowed passage to the Undying Lands.

Son of Drogo Baggins and Primula Brandybuck, I, in effect, defeated the Dark Lord, by taking the One Ring to Mt. Doom, where it met its demise.

I am a prince of the Sindar who was an essential figure in the War of the Ring. My father imprisoned Thorin and his dwarves as they traveled through Mirkwood.

Most people know me as a weed called 'kingsfoil.' But the Rangers remember my powers as a healing herb.

Once residing in the house of Isildur, I was taken and used by Sauron to communicate with Saruman.

I caused Denethor II to go mad due to Sauron's influence. When Denethor died, the image of his hands forever marred me.

A 'seeing stone' possibly crafted by Fëanor, I dwelt in the elvish tower Elostirion, and was eventually taken across the sea by Elrond.

I was used by both Saruman and Aragorn to communicate with Sauron.

Son of Glóin and member of the Fellowship of the Ring, I am the only dwarf who was allowed passage into the Undying Lands.

Greatest of all the Balrogs, my victims include the mighty elves Fëanor, Fingon, and Ecthelion. The latter consequently caused my own death.

Known as a wrestler and as the most warlike of the Valar, even the Great Enemy fears me.

Commonly known as 'waybread,' I am an Eldar delicacy that can nourish men even in small quantities.

I allied with Saruman, betraying Rohan. After killing the wizard, I was slain by the arrows, not of an elf, but of hobbits.

I am the memoirs of the Bagginses, and bear their accounts of the events surrounding the One Ring.

Also known as the Lonely Mountain, I was the home of the dragon Smaug for nearly 200 years.

Hobbits call us Oliphaunts, and the Haradrim ride us into battle.

Ambassador of the Dark Lord of Mordor, I am actually of the race of men, and a descendant of Númenór.

After Sauron was cast down by Gil-Galad and my father, King Elendil, who both perished, I cut the One Ring from Sauron's hand with my father's sword.

Filthy Baggins stole our precious! We hates it forever!

Flying steed of the ringwraiths, I am an ancient creature similar to but distinct from a dragon.

Among the greatest of the Eagles that ever lived, I am a friend of the Grey Wizard. I bore him safely from Orthanc and Zirak-zigil.

Hobbit of the Shire, I became Guard of the Citadel of Denethor II, and after his second son did I name my first.

A chieftain of the Northmen, and friend of animals, I can transform into a black bear.

One does not simply walk into me.

I am of a more advanced and intelligent breed of troll, and I can move in the sun, unlike lesser trolls.

I am of a more advanced breed of orc, larger and unhindered by sunlight.

I am a pony that accompanied the Fellowship to Moria, and eventually made my way back to Bree.

Also known as the Great River, in the Third Age, I am the largest river in Middle-Earth, stretching from the Grey Mts. to the Sea in the south.

Fairest of all elves, I fell in love with a mortal man. I subdued Morgoth with a dance, and my song earned pity from the immovable Mandos, Lord of the Dead.

I share characteristics of both tree and ent, but I am neither.