Old Tom Bombadil did not tarry along the path, but ran straight home, over the water and across the field and on up the hill to a house twinkling with candlelight in the early evening. He dashed in, too eager even to remove his great muddy boots at the door.
"Goldberry, my love!" he cried, bounding up the stairs. "I have found you a pretty present."
He found his lady in the washroom, lying in one of the great tubs of steaming water. Her long, slender calves hung over the edge on either side; in between them, beneath the water, she was thrusting a smooth, wide willow-wand. She looked up at Tom in a daze. "What--what did you say, dearest?"
Smiling, Tom reached down into the water between her thighs and snatched the willow-wand from her hand, casting it aside. "You shan't have any more need of that tonight, my love. I have found you a young man, hard and thick as this wand, and handsome, too!"
A smile crept over Goldberry's fair face, and she sat up eagerly. "But you too have found yourself something, or do I mistake your delight?"
Tom winked. "You know me well, Goldberry. But I think perhaps this is a toy we can both share. Come now, my lady, dress yourself as you may and return with me to Old Man Willow's lair!"
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Tom led Goldberry into the clearing, his torch held aloft to light the way. Goldberry's bare feet stepped daintily upon the soft ground, making no sound. The sheerest of garments glimmered about her thin body, swirling around her hips. Through it, her fair curves could be seen: small, firm breasts with tiny pink nipples; a delicate, slim waist that gave way to narrow hips and the fullest, roundest ass in Middle Earth. Her lovely long yellow hair was piled high atop her head, though several tendrils fell curling about her face. Her eyes were bright with anticipation, and for the occasion, she had painted her full lips red as blood.
Tom himself wore little. Also bare-footed and bare chested, he wore only a pair of brown breeches rolled up beneath his knee. On his head, however, he wore his customary hat and blue feather thrust through it.
When they reached the old willow, they found Fenrohir and Meruwen still asleep. Goldberry let out a gasp when she saw the two of them, so lovely were they to behold. Fenrohir's cock was still hard as wrought steel, and his balls hung pendulously between his spread thighs. Beside him, Meruwen's great round breasts rose and fell with each breath; though she looked, Goldberry could see no more than a faint hint of pink between the girl's thighs.
She turned eagerly to Tom. "Let us light the lamps and wake our fair guests," she cried. Together they lit hidden torches hanging from the trees around them until the clearing was blazing with firelight. Then, drawing a deep breath, Tom bellowed, "Fair travelers, awake! Old Tom has saved you from the Willow; arise now and rejoice!"
The two sleepers stirred suddenly and opened their eyes. Sitting up, they looked first at each other, then at themselves, then up at Tom and Goldberry's fair smiling faces. Fenrohir frowned. "What...what has happened here?"
Tom came and clapped him on the back. "My dear friend, you and your lovely companion fell asleep beside the perilous willow! I stumbled upon you only just in time to save you from a perilous fate. Old Man Willow, now, he won't be hurting anyone anymore," Tom muttered in a staged whisper, scowling up at the tree. Goldberry had to stifle a giggle.
If either traveler knew or suspected Tom of misleading them about their supposed rescue, neither showed any sign. Indeed, it seemed as though the events of that afternoon had disappeared completely from their memories. Fenrohir was the first to thank Tom, rising unsteadily to his feet and extending his hand. "You have my gratitude, and my companion's. But how did we come to be naked? My recollection is hazy at best."
Tom smiled. "The Old Forest is hot, particularly in this clearing and especially just after noon. One could hardly blame young travelers, especially two as fair as yourselves, for seeking reprieve from the weather."
Fenrohir felt dizzy. He knew he was still naked, but felt oddly at ease before this great friendly man. Then he caught a glimmer of movement, and beheld Goldberry standing before him. "Be at ease, traveler," she said as though she guessed his thoughts. Her voice was low and calming. "Fear nothing: Tom is here! It is a time to celebrate and--" here her eyes dropped for just a moment to the hard cock which stretched towards her "--enjoy yourselves."