A/N: To be honest, I'm surprised no one's done this yet…or maybe someone has, and I haven't read it. I would like to though. Whatever.
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The Joining of Worlds
Past the towers of Gondor, or the forests of Mirkwood, past even the peaceful green of the Hobbits' hills and pastures, there is a tiny little wood of seemingly little consequence. Few have been there, and of the few who have, fewer remember it at all. Those who do remember what the saw say that is a peaceful place, with green trees and warm sun, and soft grass, and that once there, you forget who you are, or what you are doing, you only want to stay there, and rest. They also say that in these tiny little woods, there are countless tiny pools, no deeper than a foot can step, and to wider than a man's arm can reach.
No one knows why the pools are there, save two. One being Mithrandir, the other Tom Bombadil. They were entrusted with the secret of the pools a long time ago, when the world was created, and guard it to this day. Although after a long fight, one is growing old, and longs for the sea.