I'm certainly repeating myself here, though perhaps not (yet) on TTF.
JRRT was a language professional's professional. I think part of the snobbish rage directed at him by the ("modernist") "Literati" was that mostly at a subconscious level (I really don't like to get into
this territory much, but exactly
this bunch has misused it flagrantly, so it only serves them right!) they realized that if you piled
all of them on one side of a balance scale, and then dropped JRRT all by himself on the other side - yeah, an interesting way to achieve escape velocity (and we would be
rid of these pathetic whiners!)
(Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 😑)
Just look at his biography. In the 19 teens, he studied a course of philology which was dying out when his son Christopher followed in his footsteps, and
Tom Shippey, too, a few years later. It is practically extinct now (maybe existing on a par with those studying to read Egyptian hieroglyphics). And he was
very good at it (and as befits a genius, which I consider him to be, in some parts heretical, disturbing comfortably dusty orthodoxy). His 1936 lecture "Beowulf: The
Monsters and the Critics" sent Beowulf criticism through the mixer (some would claim that the field has since progressed - if so, most likely only because he "lobbed his bomb" into what was becoming fossilized).
He must have been something of a language genius. I have this vague memory of his being able to read in 14
languages (starting with classical Latin and Greek, then including some very "current" ones like Gothic, Old Norse (aka Old Icelandic, the Eddas), Anglo-Saxon (Old English, Beowulf), Middle English, Old German, Middle German (Nibelungenlied), some fragments at least of Finnish and Gaelic languages - and a few modern ones, too. Invented
Quenya and
Sindarin … 😲
So using a term common today, JRRT was a serious "nerd" in his field. But he was also the father of four children, born over a period of twelve years (1917 to 1929). Interested in old texts not just for what they may tell us about language changes, but also simply for the stories they told.
So after about 20 years of his working and re-working what was to become the "Silmarillion", what happens?
The
Hobbit.
Here we arrive at a point that an awful lot of people have an awful lot of problems accepting: chance, luck. And perhaps one of those "right place, right time" situations.
The Hobbit alone? An exceptional children's book, yes.
The Silmarillion? Lagging very far behind LoTR and TH in sales - but I'm guessing thousand of
authors would be salivating like Pavlov's
dogs at the prospect of selling (this is up to the year 2000) two million copies of their
books.
LoTR. Combine the two. "Lightning from a blue (or clear?) sky", C.S. Lewis called it, and rightly so. None of the Hollywoodish cookie-cutterism in sight (so very much kudos to Stanley Unwin to risk taking a loss, as his son Rayner thought might be the pessimistic worst-case scenario - but kudos to him too, because he thought the risk to be worth it).
The chances of another author combining all of these factors has reached, if not surpassed, the winning chances of a single lottery ticket ...