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Oh my god I love this so much this is 100% a hc I can get behind

Headcanon that Maglor is still around in the modern world and sometimes he goes to Tolkien/fantasy fan conventions. Ironically, of course

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Who is Goldberry? Who are you? Who are any of us?

Goldberry my wife is the river-daughter, full of life. I am Tom Bombadil-o, though that is not the only name by which I am known. I am Iarwain Ben-adar, the first and the fatherless, and some know me as Orald or Forn and none now know from what I was born. From whence you came I do not know, nor where now you may go. But purpose ye have though you may not see it, and when the time comes you will complete it. 

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Are you Maglor?

I am Tom Bombadil and though I love to sing and trill, the great minstrel of Feanor’s house, I have seen nor heard of from the whispering wind nor the sqeak of mouse, since long ago the fair land was hid, and to pain and suffering his house was bid.

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What would you have done with the Silmarils?

I have no love for shiny things, the forest to me all happiness brings. Those cursed gems belong to them, who have claim and to none other. 

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Bombadil-o do you have an armadillo?

Bombadil-o has a home near to Old Man Willow, but he has not know this, Armadillo

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The real question is: if the ring was brought to you for safe-keeping as suggested, what would have happened to it?

I have no use for trifles and rings, Bombadil would have lost this thing. The wraiths would come, which would be no fun. They’d take this thing away from old Tom, the dark lord would wake again from his sleep and into the forest, dark things would creep.

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If you’re supposed to be protecting the trees why are you living so far away from the ents? And what happened to the ent-wives?

Hey hi! Protector of the forest am I! The ents are aways yonder and here do I like to ponder, as many of them now are gone, and something in the forests is very wrong, I must stay here well away and keep this forest well and gay. The ent-wives for all their lives did so love a-wandering and where they go even bombadillo is left a-pondering.

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Why, oh why, my Tom Bombadillo, must you always speak in riddles?

I do not speak in riddles young one, I sing along to the tune of the fiddle. It played it’s tune loud and clear if only you are wise enough to hear

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Why did you not just take the fuckin ring to fuckin mt doom

The forest is where Bombadil belongs, protecting the trees from violent throngs. Bombadil does not belong in plains of gloom, the little ones must save us from doom.

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Hey Dol Merry do! I know many-a questions have you! Ask away children of the day, Bombadil has taken a break from his wandering to answer what you may be pondering.