This is most likely true, but this is unrelated to what I posted. You’re discussing the “external” relationship of the names, that is how they developed and were related in the author’s mind when he created them. I was discussing the internal relationship, their fictional relationship in the world of Middle Earth.
Nothing that the OP’s question has probably been answered to the best of the board’s abilities, I think it’s hilarious it’s gone off on a tangent about Lord of the Rings.
And I appreciate that information (and get a certain amount of amusement over how thoroughly Tolkien kept up the notion that he was a translator, trying to produce the most appropriate English analogues (note spelling) for the words he was translating from the Red Book of Westmarch).
That wasn’t a problem here. Someone (maybe the HOA) always pays the plows to go down our street. The main issue is that, since we are out of town, we’re lower priority. Fortunately, our snow usually doesn’t get that high. My dad is really good at driving on snow. The rest of us didn’t need to go out, because school would be canceled.
:o I went to pick up a friend on her street and I hadn’t been there before so I went past her house. No problem, it says Dead End, I’ll just see what the whole street is about and turn around and get her. Yeah, except it dead ended in the driveway/dooryard of the house at the end. And the guy after whose family the road is named just happens to be in his car leaving. Um, yeah, don’t mind me…
Heh, yeah, maybe once a year someone will be driving down the dead-end road off of which our private dead end road branches. Instead of turning around and leaving, for some reason they will ignore the “PRIVATE ROAD DO NOT ENTER” sign and proceed down our road.
When they reach the end they are at our home, and there typically is no way for them to do a u-turn (if our vehicles/trailers/boats/tractor are in the way). I feel bad for them, backing up a few feet at a time on a narrow, gravel, 1/4 mile lane.
You’d feel bad for them backing up through 2 feet of freshly fallen snow (our road doesn’t get plowed), trying desperately to stay in the tread marks they just created.
I think they are ugly and a pain in the bum to negotiate. There are lots of quiet streets in every town. If you want to teach your kid to ride a bike (really ride, not one of those bikes with training wheels) and you have no space at your house go to a park or the school. A cul-de-sac just screams suburban socialite.