If anyone other than you had implied that I did not know this, I’d be seething with venomous rage, swearing improbable sci-fi vengeance, and frantically searching for a third metaphor to round out this sentence. But you have knowledge of the perfesser’s work I covet, so I’ll let it unleash the bees on some other randomly-chosen member of the Teeming Millions.
I was referring to OED and the Encyclopedia Britannica, not LotR. Surely you have been subjected to one of my venomous screeds on the subject, but in case you’ve missed it, I’ll summarize:
Lord of the Rings is not a trilogy. It is one book.
*Lord of the Rings *is not a novel. It is a romance.
Lord of the Rings is not a movie or movies. The films shot in New Zealand are properly known as “Petey Jackson’s World-O-Wonder,” and once the revolution begins he will be shot for what he did to Faramir.
Tolkien’s trilogy is not *The Fellowship of the Ring *+ *The Two Towers *+ The Return of the King. It is The Hobbit + The Lord of the Rings + The Silmarillion.
I am a little surprised that no one has mentioned The Silmarillion. It’s rougher going than LOTR, but ultimately more satisfying, at least to me. The Silmarillion is to *LotR *as *LotR *is to The Hobbit.