The Lord of the Rings was published in 1954 and 1955 and is, for a lot of readers, simply the fantasy series. Tolkien’s epic more or less created the modern genre and still sits at its foundation, which is exactly why so many people go looking for books like Lord of the Rings the moment they turn the last page.
It’s known for its grand world-building, its rich invented history, its languages, and half the furniture the genre still uses: wizards, dragons, magic, swords, and the long quest across a map. With sales most often pegged above 150 million copies, it’s also one of the best-selling novels ever written in any genre.
Here’s the problem with most lists like this one. Search for books like Lord of the Rings and you’ll get the same twenty fantasy series every time: Mistborn, The Wheel of Time, A Song of Ice and Fire, The First Law. Those are good books. Several are great books. But they’re recommended because they’re popular epic fantasy, not because they resemble Tolkien in any meaningful way.
A Song of Ice and Fire is deliberately anti-Tolkien: low magic, political, morally gray, allergic to myth. The First Law spends three volumes dismantling exactly the story Tolkien told. Recommending those to someone who just finished the trilogy and wants more of that feeling is a category error.
If you want the broader field of great epic fantasy, that’s my list of the best fantasy books. This one is about Tolkien.
A note on the verdicts: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn and Titus Groan are the entries here where I’m speaking from my own reading, and both say so. Everywhere else I’m relaying the long consensus of readers and critics, keyed to the specific thing each book shares with Tolkien.
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Where to Start
So this list works differently. Every entry is here because it shares something specific with Tolkien: the writers who directly influenced him, the friends who argued myth with him, the books built openly on his template, and a couple of deliberate outliers that deliver his particular effects through completely different means. Where the connection is documented, I say what it is. Where the book is here because it produces the same feeling rather than because of any lineage, I say that too.
The right door depends on what you actually miss. If the answer is Middle-earth itself, stay with Tolkien: The Hobbit if you skipped it, then The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales. If you want the closest thing another writer has built, go straight to The Dragonbone Chair and the Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn trilogy. If you’re curious where Tolkien’s whole mode came from, start with William Morris and E. R. Eddison and read the trilogy’s ancestors with the hindsight they never got. And if what you miss is the feeling rather than the furniture, Watership Down and The Last Unicorn deliver it without a single elf.
Everything here stands on its own and nothing requires homework, and where a pick is a deep cut among books like Lord of the Rings, the entry says so. Take the doors in any order.
The 17 Books at a Glance
Oldest first, because with books like Lord of the Rings the lineage is half the argument: the shelf runs from Homer to the late 1980s, and the years say how long readers have been chasing this particular feeling.
| Year | Title | Author |
| eighth century BC | The Odyssey | Homer |
| 1896 | The Well at the World’s End | William Morris |
| 1922 | The Worm Ouroboros | E. R. Eddison |
| 1926 | Lud-in-the-Mist | Hope Mirrlees |
| 1937 | The Hobbit | J. R. R. Tolkien |
| 1946-1950 | Titus Groan and Gormenghast | Mervyn Peake |
| 1950-1956 | The Chronicles of Narnia | C. S. Lewis |
| 1954 | The Broken Sword | Poul Anderson |
| 1968 | The Last Unicorn | Peter S. Beagle |
| 1968-2001 | The Earthsea Cycle | Ursula K. Le Guin |
| 1972 | Watership Down | Richard Adams |
| 1977 | The Silmarillion | J. R. R. Tolkien |
| 1977-2026 | The Shannara series | Terry Brooks |
| 1980 | Unfinished Tales | J. R. R. Tolkien |
| 1984 | Legend | David Gemmell |
| 1984-1985 | The Dragonlance Chronicles | Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman |
| 1988-1993 | Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn | Tad Williams |
More Middle-Earth First
The obvious first answer to the question is the Tolkien you haven’t read yet. The Hobbit, The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales are three very different books, and the entries below take them in the order that works.
The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien (1937)
The best place to start a list of books like Lord of the Rings is with the book that came first. The Hobbit tells the story of Frodo’s cousin Bilbo, who opens his door one morning to find Gandalf on the step and, before long, thirteen dwarves in his dining room, all of them intent on dragging him across the world to win back a treasure guarded by the dragon Smaug.
Let’s be honest about what it is, though. It’s a children’s book, and it reads like one. The story is simpler, the stakes are smaller, and the prose doesn’t come close to the mythic grandeur of The Lord of the Rings. It’s episodic, with each chapter working almost as its own little adventure, and the tone is gentle in a way the trilogy never is.
None of that is a reason to skip it. Anyone who’s read The Lord of the Rings owes it to themselves to go back to Bilbo’s original adventure, if only because the whole trilogy grows out of one chapter here. “Riddles in the Dark,” where Bilbo meets Gollum in the tunnels and pockets a certain ring, is the best thing in the book and the hinge the entire legendarium swings on. Tolkien thought so too: he revised the chapter in 1951 so it would line up with the story the sequel was telling. It’s a quick read, it’s charming, and it makes everything that follows land harder.
The Silmarillion by J. R. R. Tolkien (1977)
If The Hobbit is where the story starts, The Silmarillion is where the world does. It collects the mythology and history of Middle-earth, some of it written as far back as the 1910s, reaching all the way to the First Age and the creation of Arda itself. Much of it doesn’t read like a novel at all. The tales are closer to folklore, legend, and scripture, told at a distance and in a register that owes as much to the Eddas and the Bible as to modern fiction.
That’s also the problem. It’s dense, it’s complex, and it throws hundreds of names, places, and terms at you with very little handholding, which is the main reason it never approached the popularity of the trilogy. Tolkien never finished it either. His son Christopher assembled and edited it after his death, and it finally appeared in 1977.
Push through and it’s the richest world-building document in the genre, and among books like Lord of the Rings there’s nothing else quite like it. If you loved Middle-earth for the sense of enormous depth behind every ruin and half-remembered song, this is where all of that actually lives.
Unfinished Tales by J. R. R. Tolkien (1980)
For readers who finish The Silmarillion and still want more Middle-earth, the well goes deeper than most people realize. Unfinished Tales, published in 1980, gathers longer, more detailed versions of stories the published works only gesture at: Gandalf’s own account of how the quest for Erebor came about, the founding alliance of Gondor and Rohan, more on the Istari and the palantíri. Because these pieces are fuller and more novelistic than the compressed legends of The Silmarillion, plenty of readers find them a friendlier way in.
The Fall of Númenor, edited by Brian Sibley and published in 2022, makes the natural second step. It pulls Tolkien’s scattered writings on the Second Age into a single chronological narrative, covering the rise and drowning of Númenor and Sauron’s long manipulation of it. If you watched The Rings of Power and wanted the real thing, this is it, and with season three premiering on Prime Video on November 11, 2026, the Second Age shelf is about to get busy again.
Neither of these is a novel, and neither pretends to be. They’re for readers whose search for books like Lord of the Rings really means more of Middle-earth itself. For anyone whose actual question is “how do I stay in this world longer,” they’re the answer. The rest of the posthumous shelf, sorted by who it’s for, is on my Tolkien books guide.
The Writers Tolkien Grew From
Tolkien didn’t invent his mode out of nothing. These two books are the documented ancestors, and in both of them you can feel the trilogy coming half a century early.
The Well at the World’s End by William Morris (1896)
Start at the source. If you want to know where Tolkien’s mode came from, it came substantially from here. William Morris published this in 1896 at his own Kelmscott Press, bringing to full scale what his earlier prose romances had been working toward: fantasy in an entirely invented world, with no framing dream, no allegory, and no apology. Ralph, the youngest of King Peter of Upmeads’ four sons, defies his father and rides out to seek a well whose waters grant long life and fortune, traveling through a landscape of towns, forests, and warring lordships rendered in archaic, deliberately medieval prose.
The Tolkien connection is documented rather than speculative. Both men went up to Exeter College, Oxford. Both hated what industry had done to England and wrote fiction proposing a pre-industrial alternative. The young Tolkien said outright that he wanted to imitate Morris’s romances, scholars trace the Dead Marshes and Mirkwood back to them, and Morris’s 1870 translation of the Völsunga saga, made with Eiríkur Magnússon, was the version Tolkien read as a student. This very book, meanwhile, contains a Gandolf and a white horse named Silverfax. Make of those what Tolkien evidently did.
The archaic language is the barrier, and it’s real. Morris wrote in a consciously antique English that takes some acclimatizing, and his prose keeps breaking into songs and verse, a rhythm anyone who knows Tolkien’s books will recognize. Push through and you get the landscape-heavy, journey-shaped, myth-saturated storytelling that Tolkien inherited and refined. Among books like Lord of the Rings, this is the ancestor rather than the descendant.
The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison (1922)
E. R. Eddison published The Worm Ouroboros in 1922, a full thirty-two years ahead of The Fellowship of the Ring, and set it nominally on the planet Mercury, a conceit the book abandons almost immediately in favor of a world it mostly just calls earth. The Lords of Demonland are called on by an emissary of King Gorice XI of Witchland to submit. They refuse, and a war unfolds across an entire world, told in a Shakespearean, Jacobean-inflected prose that no one has attempted since.
Tolkien read it and met Eddison, who turned up at the Inklings on occasion, and in a 1957 letter he called him “the greatest and most convincing writer of invented worlds” he had read. The same letter has teeth: Eddison’s philosophy, Tolkien thought, had come to admire arrogance and cruelty, his invented names were “slipshod and often inept,” and he was, Tolkien insisted, no influence at all. Eddison, for his part, considered Tolkien’s views soft. Ursula K. Le Guin later praised the sustained archaic style, and wrote that if you love language for its own sake, Eddison is “irresistible.”
What it offers the reader hunting books like Lord of the Rings is the thing Tolkien himself valued in it: a completely self-contained secondary world, rendered with total conviction and no winking. The heroism is grand, the treachery is grand, and nothing is ironized.
Fair warning on two counts. The prose is genuinely archaic and demands patience, and the frame story that opens the book is abandoned entirely and never resolved, which irritates some readers permanently. Neither problem dented the devotion of the people who loved it: when C. S. Lewis entered a nursing home at the end of his life, the two books he asked for were Virgil’s Aeneid and The Worm Ouroboros.
The Friend and the Parallels
Three books that sit beside Tolkien rather than behind or after him: the friend who heard the trilogy read aloud while it was being written, the other great wizard book of the century, and a dark twin published the same year.
The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis (1950-1956)
Lewis and Tolkien were friends and colleagues at Oxford, bonded over Norse mythology, and read each other’s drafts aloud in the same circle of friends. That connection alone makes Narnia essential context for anyone reading books like Lord of the Rings, and my C. S. Lewis guide covers the other half of the friendship.
Seven short books appeared between 1950 and 1956, and they’ve sold more than 100 million copies since. The best-known sends four children, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, out of wartime London to Professor Kirke’s house, where a wardrobe opens onto a snowbound country ruled by the White Witch and waiting for a lion named Aslan.
Where Tolkien drew on Norse and Germanic myth, Lewis reached for the classical world and whatever else caught his eye, which is why Narnia contains fauns, minotaurs, and Father Christmas without apology. Tolkien famously disliked that magpie approach.
It’s written for children and it’s shorter and simpler than anything else here, but the series has held adult readers for three quarters of a century. The Christian allegory is there and impossible to miss. How much that bothers you is personal.
The Earthsea Cycle by Ursula K. Le Guin (1968-2001)
Le Guin’s Earthsea is often named the fantasy series second only to Tolkien’s in importance, and it’s still somehow underread next to the doorstoppers. When Locus asked its readers in 1987 to rank the best fantasy novels of all time, A Wizard of Earthsea, the 1968 opener, came in third.
It’s the story of a boy named Duny, later Ged, whose magical talent is spotted by his witch aunt and then properly trained by the mage Ogion, before he goes on to the school of wizardry on Roke. Yes, a school for wizards, written decades before Harry Potter.
Ged is the interesting part. He’s arrogant, prickly, and rubs nearly everyone the wrong way, which makes his fall so much sharper when his pride summons something he can’t control. What follows is less an epic quest than a long reckoning with his own shadow.
Among books like Lord of the Rings, Earthsea is usually compared to The Hobbit rather than the trilogy, and that’s fair: it’s a coming-of-age story at heart, focused on one person’s growth rather than the fate of the world. The cycle ran through The Other Wind in 2001, and it sits with the rest of her shelf on my Ursula K. Le Guin guide. The world-building is superb and the prose is spare and beautiful, closer to fable than to modern fantasy.
The Broken Sword by Poul Anderson (1954)
Poul Anderson published The Broken Sword in 1954, the same year as The Fellowship of the Ring, and the two books are a fascinating study in divergence.
Anderson took the same Norse material Tolkien drew on, the sagas, the Eddas, the cursed sword and the doomed hero, and produced something considerably harsher. A human child is stolen by elves and replaced with a changeling. Both grow up, and neither is built for what the other’s world will do to him. The elves here are not Tolkien’s Elves. They’re beautiful, cruel, amoral, and closer to what the actual folklore describes.
The reason it belongs on any list of books like Lord of the Rings is that it demonstrates what Tolkien chose. Same sources, same year, same tragic Norse register, and a completely different moral universe. Reading them together tells you more about Tolkien’s decisions than any biography will.
Of all the books like Lord of the Rings here it’s the shortest and the cruelest, and its influence runs directly into Michael Moorcock, whose Elric saga openly carries its mark, and everything downstream of him. Anderson revised it in 1971 into a tamer version, admitting in his new introduction that he would no longer write anything “so headlong, so prolix, and so unrelievedly savage.” Most readers side with the younger Anderson. Seek out the 1954 text.
The Books Built on His Template
Imitation was the first industry Tolkien’s success created, and these two entries are its biggest monuments. Both grew into something the accusation doesn’t cover.
The Shannara series by Terry Brooks (1977-2026)
Plenty of fantasy novels have been accused of imitating Tolkien. The Sword of Shannara caught more of that accusation than any other book in the genre, and honestly, the opening chapters earn it: a quiet valley, a hidden heir, a wizard arriving to sweep him away, and Wraith-like pursuers on the road. The parallels are impossible to miss. They’re also why the book mattered. It was the first fantasy novel ever to land on the New York Times trade paperback chart, and its 1977 sales convinced publishing that Tolkien’s audience was a repeatable market rather than a one-off.
Stick with it, though, and the story turns into something else. Shea’s quest for the Sword resolves far faster than Frodo’s, and from there the series spirals outward into sequels, spin-offs, and eventually science-fantasy, spanning thousands of years of invented history. That accumulated depth is what gives Shannara the same mythic weight that made Tolkien’s world feel real. Some of the standard fantasy tropes in the early books also turn out, much later, to be something entirely different, which is a genuinely clever long game.
The first book has real problems. The series that grew out of it is one of the most sprawling in fantasy, and one of the more rewarding books like Lord of the Rings once it finds its own feet. It’s also still moving: Brooks announced the handoff himself in 2025, and the series’ primary writing now belongs to co-author Delilah S. Dawson, with the full story on my Terry Brooks guide and the first co-written book already out.
The Dragonlance Chronicles by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman (1984-1985)
The Dragonlance books came out of Dungeons & Dragons, and they wear it openly. TSR published Dragons of Autumn Twilight in 1984 and the two remaining Chronicles in 1985, novels commissioned to tell the story of the game world the company was building. Margaret Weis, assigned to the project as an editor, ended up co-writing the trilogy with Tracy Hickman after the author they’d hired didn’t work out.
What Weis and Hickman did was take a shared game world and populate it with characters memorable enough to outlive their origins. Raistlin Majere in particular, the sickly, ambitious, morally compromised mage, is widely held up as one of the great characters in gaming-adjacent fiction.
The books are unashamedly built from tropes: dragons, elves, dwarves, a party of adventurers assembled almost exactly as you’d roll one up at a table. Sometimes it’s over the top. It’s also enormous fun, and the emotional beats land harder than the setup suggests they should. If you want more epic stories about elves, halflings, and dragons, and you don’t need them to reinvent anything, these are among the most purely enjoyable books like Lord of the Rings you’ll find.
The Same Effects by Other Means
None of the next four looks like Middle-earth from the outside. Each delivers a piece of what The Lord of the Rings actually does: the hopeless last stand, the long dangerous journey, the border where the ordinary world meets the older one, and the elegy for a magic that’s leaving.
Legend by David Gemmell (1984)
David Gemmell doesn’t turn up on many lists like this one, which is a small crime. Ask fantasy readers who’ve been at it for decades and Legend, his 1984 debut, comes up constantly, which is why my David Gemmell guide starts there too.
The setup is beautifully simple. The fortress of Dros Delnoch is the last thing standing between a massive invading horde and the Drenai lands behind it. It cannot hold. Everyone knows it cannot hold. Druss the Legend, an aging axeman well past his prime and famous across the world, comes to defend it anyway.
That’s the whole book, and it’s magnificent. Gemmell wrote about courage, aging, and doing the right thing when it’s clearly futile, and he wrote it without a shred of sentimentality. His prose is lean, his battles are visceral, and his heroes are old, tired men who show up regardless. Few books like Lord of the Rings understand that particular kind of courage as well.
If the part of Tolkien that moves you is Théoden riding out at Helm’s Deep knowing the odds, Gemmell wrote an entire career of that. Start here.
Watership Down by Richard Adams (1972)
Watership Down is the rabbit book, which sounds like a joke until you read it and realize it’s a Tolkienian quest narrative with the fantasy furniture stripped out.
A warren is destined for destruction. A small group leaves before it happens, crosses a landscape that is enormous and lethal at their scale, and searches for somewhere to found a new home, encountering societies along the way that each represent a different failed answer to how to live.
The Tolkien resemblance is structural rather than confessed. Adams said he was simply making up a story for his daughters on long car rides, and critics reached for Homer and Virgil instead, but look at the equipment. He built his rabbits a language, Lapine. He gave them a mythology, with El-ahrairah as trickster-hero, and interleaved those legends through the narrative exactly as Tolkien interleaves songs and older tales. The journey is mapped onto real Hampshire terrain with the same specificity Tolkien applied to Middle-earth.
What you get is the thing people actually miss when they go looking for books like Lord of the Rings: a small band of ordinary creatures on a long dangerous journey, sustained by loyalty and storytelling, in a world with depth behind it. It’s also considerably darker than its reputation. It won the 1972 Carnegie Medal as the year’s best children’s book, which is funny, because it barely is one, as generations of readers ambushed by it can confirm.
Lud-in-the-Mist by Hope Mirrlees (1926)
Lud-in-the-Mist is a 1926 novel that Neil Gaiman has called one of the finest fantasy novels in the English language and “a little golden miracle of a book,” and almost nobody has read it.
The free state of Dorimare borders Fairyland and has spent generations pretending otherwise. Fairy fruit is contraband, the very word is unspeakable in polite company, and the mayor of Lud-in-the-Mist is a comfortable man who wants nothing to do with any of it. Then his son eats the fruit.
It belongs here for its treatment of the boundary between the mundane and the numinous, which is the same territory Tolkien worked. The Shire and Faerie sit next to each other in both writers, and both are interested in what happens when the ordinary world can no longer keep the older one out.
The prose is lovely, wry, and considerably lighter on its feet than most fantasy of any era, and the book turns from pastoral comedy into something genuinely strange by its final third. An unfairly forgotten book, and the deepest cut among these books like Lord of the Rings.
The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle (1968)
The Last Unicorn does exactly what the title promises: the last unicorn in the world learns she’s the last, and leaves her forest to find out what happened to the others. Beagle published it in 1968, and it has worn better than almost everything printed around it.
What earns it a place among books like Lord of the Rings is the elegiac register. Tolkien’s trilogy is, underneath the war, a book about the passing of an age: the Elves are leaving, the magic is draining out of the world, and winning the war doesn’t stop that. Beagle wrote a whole novel in exactly that key. It’s about wonder receding, and about what’s left for the people who remember it.
Beagle’s prose is the other reason. It’s funny, lyrical, and occasionally devastating in the space of a paragraph, and the book is quotable to a degree few fantasy novels manage, with the shelf behind it mapped on my Peter S. Beagle guide. It’s short, it’s not a quest epic, and its concerns are Tolkien’s concerns, which is the only test that matters here.
The Two Outliers
Two entries here aren’t fantasy in the modern sense at all. One is the oldest journey story the West has, the other contains not a single spell, and both deliver something Tolkien readers actually miss.
The Odyssey by Homer (eighth century BC)
The Odyssey is on this list as the archetype the whole genre descends from. It follows Odysseus after the Trojan War, trying to sail home to Ithaca and spending ten years failing to get there. Along the way: the Cyclops, Circe, the Sirens, Scylla and Charybdis, a trip to the underworld, and a homecoming that’s less a reward than a final test.
It’s routinely named one of the two foundational texts of Western literature, and its influence on the fantasy quest is not a stretch. The long journey home, the monsters guarding each stage, the hero defined by trials, the episodic structure where each stop is its own story: Tolkien began his Oxford degree as a classicist before philology pulled him north, and the shape of the quest didn’t come from nowhere.
It’s the oldest of the books like Lord of the Rings here by a margin of roughly two and a half thousand years, and it still reads well. Get a good modern translation. Emily Wilson’s is fast, clear, and easy to live with, and the poem moves much better than its reputation suggests.
Titus Groan and Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake (1946-1950)
Peake’s two great novels are the second outlier, and the strangest thing on this list. There is no magic in Gormenghast. No wizards, no dragons, no elves, no quest. What there is instead is a castle: an enormous, crumbling, near-infinite pile where an ancient family lives out rituals nobody remembers the purpose of, governed by rules more rigid than any magic system. Into this arrives Steerpike, a kitchen boy with ambition and no scruples, who begins climbing.
The reason it belongs here is the prose. Peake wrote some of the most beautiful sentences in English fiction, dense and grotesque and unbelievably vivid, and the castle becomes as real and as mythic as any invented world in the genre. It’s the same grand, deep-history atmosphere that makes Middle-earth feel lived in, just turned inward and confined to a single vast building. Peake was also an illustrator, and it shows: every room and every face is drawn.
The honest warning: it’s slow. Very slow. The plot in the first book barely moves, and if you’re reading for incident you’ll bounce off it hard. I read Titus Groan myself about a year ago, and I still couldn’t tell you with any confidence what it was I read or why it worked on me as well as it did. A year on, I stand by that as a recommendation.
Titus Groan comes first, Gormenghast second, and Peake the painter, poet, and illustrator is covered on my Mervyn Peake guide. If what you loved about Tolkien was the language and the atmosphere rather than the swords, this might be the best of all the books like Lord of the Rings here for you. If it was the swords, skip it.
The Closest Thing to a True Heir
If this page could make only one recommendation that isn’t Tolkien, it would be this one.
Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn by Tad Williams (1988-1993)
Now back to fantasy proper, and to one of the finest examples of it. Osten Ard is a continent where humans, the troll-folk Qanuc, and the immortal, elf-like Sithi have held an uneasy peace under the great King Prester John. When the old king’s health fails, that peace goes with it, and something far older begins to stir beneath the world.
Simon, a kitchen boy who knows nothing about any of this, gets swept into it, which is exactly the right choice of protagonist. Early on he’s less a hero than a bystander being dragged along, and that makes the whole thing land closer to the reader.
I read the entire series and loved it. The world-building is openly reminiscent of Tolkien but it goes darker, and the Sithi are the best example: elves who are genuinely alien and not remotely benevolent. Pryrates, the red priest, is an all-time favorite antagonist of mine, a straightforwardly evil man who’s terrifying precisely because he’s so unhidden about it.
Where it stumbles is when Williams reaches for Tolkien’s trick of inventing vocabulary and languages, which never quite convinces. That’s forgivable. Nobody rivals Tolkien at that, and as books like Lord of the Rings go, this one is a triumph on every other front. The trilogy runs from The Dragonbone Chair in 1988 to To Green Angel Tower in 1993, and it’s the series George R. R. Martin has credited as one of the direct inspirations for A Song of Ice and Fire.
Osten Ard didn’t stop there either. A sequel saga wrapped in 2024, a new prequel trilogy opened in October 2026 with The Splintered Sun, and all of it is mapped on my Tad Williams guide. Martin’s side of the inheritance is on my George R. R. Martin guide.
Questions About Books Like Lord of the Rings
What Is the Closest Book to the Lord of the Rings?
Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn is the closest thing another writer has built: a full secondary world with deep history, inhuman elves, and a kitchen boy carried into a war of powers. The Sword of Shannara is the closest imitation, which is a different thing. And if closest simply means more Middle-earth, The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales are the answer.
Do I Need to Read the Hobbit Before the Lord of the Rings?
No, but it helps more than people expect. The trilogy assumes you know who Bilbo is, how he found the ring, and what happened with the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain. It’s a weekend read, it pays off directly in the trilogy’s opening chapters, and it’s a far gentler on-ramp than starting cold.
Is the Wheel of Time Like Lord of the Rings?
The first book is, on purpose. The Eye of the World opens as Tolkien homage, a village that might as well be the Shire, young friends on the run, a dark rider behind them, and Jordan built that familiar front door knowingly. From the second book on, the Wheel turns steadily stranger and more itself, which is why it lives on my Robert Jordan guide rather than on this list.
Is a Song of Ice and Fire Like Lord of the Rings?
In stature, yes. In texture, no. Martin writes low magic, high politics, and moral gray zones where Tolkien wrote myth, and the books argue with the tradition rather than continue it. The twist is the lineage: Martin has credited Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, the most Tolkien-shaped series on this page, as one of the things that inspired it. My George R. R. Martin guide covers the whole shelf.
What Books Did Tolkien Himself Read?
William Morris and E. R. Eddison, both on this list, are the documented modern ones. Behind them sit the medieval sources Tolkien taught for a living: Beowulf, the Norse sagas and Eddas, the Finnish Kalevala, and the Middle English romances. My Norse mythology books guide covers the deepest of those wells.
Is There More Middle-Earth to Read After the Trilogy?
A lot more. The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales are the core, The Children of Húrin reads the most like a straight novel of all the posthumous books, and The Fall of Númenor collects the Second Age in one volume. More than thirty books now carry Tolkien’s name, and my J. R. R. Tolkien guide sorts the whole posthumous shelf by who each book is for.
Is the Rings of Power Based on a Book?
Not on a novel. The series draws mainly on the trilogy’s appendices and the scattered Second Age material Tolkien left behind, which Brian Sibley’s The Fall of Númenor gathers into one chronological volume. Season three of the Amazon series premieres on Prime Video on November 11, 2026.
Where to Go Next
If the ancestors were your favorite part, Morris, Eddison, Mirrlees, Peake, the classic fantasy books list covers that whole older shelf and ranks every book by how rough the first fifty pages are. If you’d rather follow the tradition forward, from Tolkien through Jordan, Martin, Erikson, and Sanderson, the epic fantasy books guide walks the whole line and says where each book sits.
For readers who’d rather commit to one long series than sample seventeen beginnings, my best fantasy series ranking weighs exactly that decision. And the broadest field, every subgenre included, is the best fantasy books pillar, where several books from this page turn up again with the rest of the genre around them.
Hi, great list! One addition – the Stormlight Archive series from Brandon Sanderson is also a good one for this list! I like it even better than Mistborn