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“But if you would know, I am turning aside soon. I am going to have a long talk with Bombadil: such a talk as I have not had in all my time. He is a moss-gatherer, and I have been a stone doomed to rolling. But my rolling days are ending, and now we shall have much to say to one another.”— J. R. R. Tolkien
POV: Gandalf the White
I sat for a moment and watched until the four hobbits rode around the bend in the road. They had grown so much in the past year that they were no longer the same lads that walked out of Rivendell. I turned Shadowfax towards Tom’s home and grinned when I heard music coming from the opened front door. The tune was as cheerful as I remembered from long times past and with a loving pat, I sent Shadowfax in search of fat open stables and a fatter less groomed pony. I knew that voice, even though the songs were now of just a ridiculous nonsense.
He and Goldberry met me with a hug upon their doorstep and she lightly stepped off, with a polite farewell and a sly knowing grin spreading across her face. Tom invited me into their house and poured me a much welcome glass of wine. I took the goblet in my hand, noticing the Carn-Dum runes written on it. He too had been busy in this age with the eradication of wraiths in the Barrow-downs. Traveling down the East Road was far from cleaned up but at least their menace would no longer make for a fearful stop between the residents of The Shire and Breeland.
It wasn’t until I got seated in one of his larger comfortable chairs that I could see his facade drop and Ulmo’s musician settled down with his own feet propped up on a footstool. I nearly choked on my wine, thinking and actually knowing were two different things, I just barely managed to swallow the surprise from my face and voice.
“Hello Salmar, we were wondering where you had gotten off to.”
“Heigh-Ho Olorin, did you think that Ulmo had drowned me after I made his pipes?”
“Well..” I paused with a grin and a wink “I had my suspicions about ‘Bombadil’ and his music for many generations. And wasn’t it just funny that you never showed back up after the drowning of Beleriand. But I think Ulmo would be pleased with your choosing a water spirit for your wife."
He smiled at the compliment, how his eyes brightened at the thought of his wife. "Not sure who chose whom that day Olorin, but she makes my heart swell with happiness. Ulmo will just have to make due with Osse in my stead."
"Valinor was much quieter after your music left."
Salmar shrugged his shoulders. “Someone had to stay behind and look after the bits of land for Yavanna. She was worried what Melkor would do, so I just plopped myself down where I could keep at least one blue eye upon him and his ilk.” He turned one of those thoughtful blue eyes away from his drink and towards me. “Of course, I was under the same prohibition as you. I couldn’t go one-on-one against them but I could help those that opposed him. What became of the others Manwe sent with you?"
I set down my goblet and fiddle around my cloak searching for my pipe. "Aiwendil has taken to speaking with birds and beasts over people, not that I can blame him there. Manwe's eagles have been a trusted treasure and I have had to make conversation with them on many occasions, this past age. Yes, they have created a new age, you know how men like to mark the passages of time. Alatar and Pallando went off east and unfortunately, I haven’t heard from them since, perhaps now that everything is settled with Mairon perhaps I will go east and see what has become of them before I take the ship back to Valinor.”
Now we broached the person I was most reluctant to talk about, his falling seeming so complete from Orthanc. “Curumo has given up or rather was forced to leave his.."
I noticed his small nod at that.. "so you have seen him recently?"
Salmar lowered his goblet in response. "Yes, he was passing through the area around mid-year looking much worse for the wear. Not that he could see or care much about Tom Bombadil if he did spy me out. News is far and few between these days, but Farmer Maggot's talk about the Shire makes me wonder if maybe he has gone to hideout there. The Little Folk did good didn't they, you could almost feel the earth breathe a sigh of release when Mairon left it."
"I will tell you that tale, when Goldberry returns. She will want to hear it."
"Yes, of course she liked the elf-friend you chose."
I laughed at that. "I had no hand in the choosing."
"UmmHmmm..." Was all he could reply to that statement.
I told him again that I would tell our tale when Goldberry returned so she could learn of her elf-friend and their other small guests and to no one's surprise our talk traveled off from the hobbits and into the trees and the leaves and into the lands of the great forests of Lorien and Fangorn.
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