@ora-stoneheart
What a lovely summer day! Tom often found himself wandering the great lands in the summer time. To get as much time as he could before the cold grasp of window kept him in his forest, unable to go and come as often as he pleased. Though to be fair, few things to keep Tom Bombadil grounded, he disliked traveling in the winter. Slipping into the bar, he sang to great applause, various people buying him drink and food as he sang and danced and spun, weaving magic through the air unseen, intoxicating the entire bar with the sweet songs of creation. Soon his eyes landed on a dwarven woman, and he beamed “-and here we see, a woman fair, stoutly dwarf and true! But when she gets her dander up! She’ll make mince meat out of you!” to which the bar sang in turn “-Mince meat out of you! Mince meat out of you!” to which Tom added “-I’d much rather talk sweet, to the dwarf lady fair!” a dramatic pause “-than be turned into meat, anywhere!”










