The Great Tolkien Reread: In the House of Tom Bombadil
Tom Bombadil by Dan Wolff 'Good morning, merry friends!' cried Tom, opening the eastern window wide. A cool air flowed in; it had a rainy smell. 'Sun won't show her face much today, I'm thinking. I have been walking wide, leaping on the hill-tops, since the grey dawn began, nosing wind and weather, wet grass underfoot, wet sky above me. I wakened Goldberry singing under window; but nought wakes hobbit-folk in the early morning. In the night little folk wake up in the darkness, and sleep after light has come! Ring a ding dillo! Wake now, my merry friends! Forget the nightly noises! Ring a ding dillo del! derry del, my hearties! If you come soon you'll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you'll get grass and rain-water!' Fucking Tom Bombadil. Look, I try. Every time I reread The Lord of the Rings , I tell myself that I'll give "In the House of Tom Bombadil" a fair shake, and maybe this time I'll find myself appreciating it. Afte...