My blister has been playing havoc with my walking, but the new elf slippers are definitely a success. I managed to sneak past Old Man Willow today while he was otherwise occupied. The Fire Marshall & insurance adjusters were there questioning him about the fire that occurred earlier this week. *Arson is suspected.*
Once I reach Tom's, I'll have a nice hot bath and just lie around the rest of the weekend. (Now if I can just keep him from singing...)
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Too surprised and too relieved to talk, the hobbits followed after him as fast as they could. But that was not fast enough. Tom soon disappeared in front of them, and the noise of his singing got fainter and further away. Suddenly his voice came floating to them in a loud halloo!
- Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you!
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!