‘What?’ shouted Tom Bombadil, leaping up in the air. ‘Old Man Willow? Naught worse than that, eh? That can soon be mended. 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!’ Setting down his lilies carefully on the grass, he ran to the tree. There he saw Merry’s feet still sticking out -the rest had already been drawn further inside. Tom put his mouth to the crack and began singing into it in a low voice. They could not catch the words, but evidently Merry was aroused. His legs began to kick. Tom sprang away, and breaking off a hanging branch smote the side of the willow with it. ‘You let them out again, Old Man Willow!’ he said. ‘What be you a-thinking of? You should not be waking. Eat earth! Dig deep! Drink water! Go to sleep! Bombadil is talking!’ He then seized Merry’s feet and drew him out of the suddenly widening crack.
it’s been ten years and i still think this is one of the best plot twists in history
it’s been ten years
oh, have a biscuit
Janel. 17. I know I'm amazing.
Assassin's Creed. Lord of the Rings. Game of Thrones. Teen Wolf. various movies, music nerd stuff, video game stuff. history and shit. stuff about me freaking out about college in the fall (oh holy crap.) anything and everything.
Pursuing a career in film and music (help me.)
writes, sings, plays piano, draws poorly when forced. also drumline.