Bombadil
Nah… I’m Bombadil, halflings, Bombadil.
So leave me in peace with my bees
and flowers...
With the golden hum of lazy hours.
No rings, no wars, no crowns
to follow —
Just sunlit fields, where the wild thyme grows,
where the river laughs at tomorrows...
Covered by petals, pollen, and sky above —
along with my one true treasure:
my beloved Goldberry-honey
and my Gaia, my love.
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