merry dol

“Could [Sauron’s] power be defied by Bombadil alone? I think not. I think that in the end, if all else is conquered, Bombadil will fall, Last as he was First; and then Night will come.” - The Fellowship of the Ring

Exaggerated a little in context, think about what a magnificent image this would be! 

Imagine the Last Battle, the Dagor Dagorath; armies lie strewn across the plains of Valinor, smoking and blackened and ruined. Melkor hurls the Sun and Moon from the sky, and into cataclysm they fall, and all that is good in Arda withers, and falls into ruin with them. And before all the ravening hordes of Mordor and Angband and Utumno combined stands only Tom Bombadil, Iarwain Ben-Adar, oldest and fatherless, with his yellow boots and blue coat and a twinkle in his eye. And with a “Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!”, watch him slay, until surely too his end must come, and Night devours the world.

Sign me up for the apocalypse movie of the century!

I know who Tom Bombadil really is

(I once shared this idea with alyssabethancourt and decided that hey, why not, the rest of the world should know.)

So, there are a lot of theories about Tom Bombadil.  Nature spirit, avatar of the Secret Fire, personification of music, Aulë in disguise.  And we accepted these various theories because they seemed to hold just enough water to be plausible.

But we were all of us deceived.

Mandos prophesied Dagor Dagorath, the Last Battle, when Morgoth will break the Door of Night and return to the world.  But he was wrong.  Morgoth is already back in the world.  Morgoth is Tom Bombadil.

After Morgoth’s defeat at Angband, he was chained and thrown out the Door of Night, into the Timeless Void.  Since the Void is Timeless and exists outside of the continuum of Arda, Morgoth’s ultimate punishment was not to simply exist there – it was to be sent back, to the very beginning of the world.  Manwë and his fellow Valar, or maybe even Iluvatar himself, broke Morgoth’s already-reeling mind.  It was refashioned, repurposed, reshaped, into a harmless woodland spirit nevertheless vested with fantastic power.

Tom Bombadil exists throughout the entire history of the world, keeping to his demesne, never interacting in any significant way with any of the goings-on.  His only contribution, his only true mark on the world, is when he saves the Ring-Bearer and by doing so ensures the defeat of his chief lieutenant Sauron.

Dagor Dagorath will come.  But it will not be as Mandos prophesied.  Morgoth does not need to break the Door of Night.  He needs to break the door within his mind, the one sealing away everything he is, buried so deeply that he doesn’t even know it exists.

When Dagor Dagorath begins, the forces of the Valar will hear a song, faint at first, but growing slowly louder as it approaches.  And it will go:

Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!

Ring a dong! hop along! Fal lal the willow!

Tom Bom,

Jolly Tom,

Tom

Bom

badillo

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By the Living Pool - StarSpray - The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Goldberry/Lady of the Blue Brooch
Characters: Goldberry, Lady of the Blue Brooch
Additional Tags: Femslash February
Summary:

You could not always count on the River-daughter to be in her pool when you arrived, even if you had heard her singing with the bluebirds only a moment before. Nengeleth had arrived more than once, out of breath, to find nothing more than a few ripples and the faint echo of laughter in the leaves. Other times she would find not Goldberry but old Iarwain Ben-adar, with his hey dol, merry dol and other, sillier songs.

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Tolkien Read-Along
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In the House of Tom Bombadil

Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman’s daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.

Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!