Tom Bombadil, one of the great mysteries and Enigmas in the Lord of the Rings Mythos. Who and what was he? Was he one of the Valar, a Maiar spirit, the embodiment of the music of the Ainur and land, or perhaps even Iluvitar himself?
These theories and more, as we explore and delve into this character's Lore!
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In this series, we explore the history of places in Middle-Earth, Characters or events that took place.
The information is presented in an orderly easy to understand way so that it is friendly to people that are new to the Lord of the Rings Lore and Mythos.
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Quotes:
“Whoa! Whoa! Steady there!”cried the old man, holding up one hand, and they stopped short, as if they had been struck stiff.”
“I know the tune for him. Old grey Willow-man! I’ll freeze his marrow cold, if he don’t behave himself. I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away. Old man Willow!”
“Tom put his mouth to the crack and began singing into it in a low voice.”
“The table is all laden with yellow cream, honeycomb, and white bread and butter”
“Fear nothing! For tonight you are under the roof of Tom Bombadil”
“Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow; Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.”
“Who is Tom Bombadil?”
“He is,” said goldberry.
“He is, as you have seen him,” she said in answer to his look. “He is the Master of wood, water and hill”
“Then all this strange land belongs to him?”
“No indeed!” she answered, but her smile faded. “That would indeed be a burden,” she added in a low voice, as if to herself. “The trees and the grasses and all things growing or living in the land belong each to themselves. Tom Bombadil is the Master. No one has ever caught old Tom walking in the forest, wading in the water, leaping on the hill-tops under light and shadow. He has no fear. Tom Bombadil is master.”
“He told them tales of bees and flowers, the ways of trees, and the strange creatures of the Forest, about the evil things and good things, things friendly and things unfriendly, cruel things and king things, and secrets hidden under brambles.”
“Tom’s words laid bare the hearts of trees and their thoughts, which were often dark and strange, and filled with a hatred of things that go free upon the earth, gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning: destroyers and usurpers.”
“and it seemed as if, under the spell of his words, the wind had gone, and the clouds had dried up, and the day had been withdrawn”
“Who are you, Master? He asked
“Don’t you know my name yet? That’s the only answer. Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless? But you are young and I am old. Eldest, that’s what I am. Mark my words, my friends. Tom was here before the river and the trees; Tom remembers the first raindrop and the first acorn. He made paths before the Big people, and saw the little people arriving, He was here before the Kings and the graves and the Barrow-wights. When the Elves passed westward, Tom was here already, before the seas were bent. He knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
“Show me the precious Ring!” he said suddenly in the midst of the story: and Frodo, to his own astonishment, drew out the chain from his pocket, and unfastening the Ring handed it at once to Tom.
“Then Tom put the Ring round the end of his little finger and held it up to the candlelight. For a moment the hobbits noticed nothing strange about this. Then they gasped. There was no sign of Tom disappearing!
Tom laughed again, and then he spun the Ring in the air- and it vanished with a flash. Frodo gave a cry- and Tom leaned forward and handed it back to him with a smile.”
“Hey there!” cried Tom, glancing towards him with a most seeing look in his shining eyes. “Hey! Come Frodo, there! Where be you a-going? Old Tom Bombadil’s not as blind as that yet. Take off your golden ring! Your hand’s more fair without it. Come back!
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