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Tom Bombadil

'Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo! …'

Tom paused near the hills, cocking his head curiously. The faint voice grew steadily stronger, richer, like winter earth warming under a newborn spring - as though the owner rallied courage with each word.

Why, that was Frodo! Had his little friends fallen foul of the Barrow-downs despite Tom's warning?

He shook his head in fond exasperation, blue feather waggling. Such a-ones for courting catastrophe! Lucky for them old Tom was nearby!

With a song on his lips he sped quickly uphill, banishing darkness and fear with his reply -

'Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow …'

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Author's Note: Lyrics from The Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring, Book 1, Chapter 8: Fog on the Barrow-downs.