[Nogrod]

"Wop-bop-a-loo-mop alop-bom-bom!
Don't fear the shadows of Carn Dûm!
Jolly Tom, Hey! Jolly Tom is back again,
and hopefully not such a featherbrain
some of you seem to think.
Okay, shall we have a drink?"

Tom came back from his wanderings after hearing that the discussion had begun and he had somehow managed to force himself to change the beautiful lillies and daffodillies to the quest they had in hand.

"You should pay heed to the wisdom in lady Galadriel's words my young friends. It seems she's not called the wisest of the firstborn for nothing."

Bombadil sat down and took a long draught from his flask of wine and then looked around.

"Some of us are just themselves, clearly,
and some of us just have spoken early.

Quick to judge, quick to act
are souls whose life's but a fleeting fact.
So look closely the hasty accusations,
as they may reveal darker aspirations.

And hearties, trust may be a kiss of death
which guides evil that at night quietly cometh
So think what you say before you say,
for otherwise those you trust may not see another day."

The yellow-booted man took another draught and then wiped his beard with his hand... which he in turn wiped clean to his trousers.

"Now old Tom needs to think about things said and done. Do excuse me for a while. Old brains work slowly. Patience my hearties!"

Unlike people had expected Tom didn't end up his monologue bursting into a song but just got up and started walking with even pace.