Taking a walk from a course at lunchtime I come across Wolvercote cemetary and little signs pointing to “J R R Tolkien, author”. So I follow them. And there he is, along with Edith aka Luthien (checking up on wiki I find that “Tolkien’s first civilian job after World War I was at the Oxford English Dictionary, where he worked mainly on the history and etymology of words of Germanic origin beginning with the letter W” – isn’t that cute. Just think what might have happened had he started on F, instead).
On the grave is a thick red book, which proves on inspection to be a copy of LORT in, probably, norwegian, though I couldn’t say for sure.