Disclaimer: Still don't own anything except the my OC and story changes.
From now on will probably be updating this one about once a week if I have the next chapter written.
Chapter One: How it Begins
I woke up in a crashed Starfighter. From what I could tell the engine would not be working anytime soon, possibly never and if I didn't find another ship I might be stuck here for a while. I pressed the hatch button but the hatch would not open. I sighed, I would have rather not have caused more damage to the ship. Reaching for my lightsaber, I realized that it wasn't there.
Instead I found what most would have described as a very long knife that was sharpened on both sides, but me being the bookworm that I am knew what it was, a sword or to some a saber. Yes that is where the name lightsaber came from. From what I had read when the Jedi had just started out, which was before space travel was considered normal and before they had discovered the crystals we used to power our lightsabers they had used weapons almost identical to the one I was holding. Sorry if I sound like a nerd but that was who I am.
Sliding it out of its, what's the right word, scabbard I thought I might as well give it a try. I stabbed it through the roof with ease and managed to cut a circle out of it. I decided it would have to do.
Leaping out I found myself in a clearing surrounded by forest. Strangely enough though, the trees seemed unaffected by the crash. I tried to recall what had happened and figure out where I was, when all the sudden my thoughts were interrupted some loud shouting.
"Help! Help! Help!" a voice shouted not too far off. I quickly decided that my Starfighter would have to wait, someone was trouble. After grabbing my survival pack I raced off toward the direction of the calling.
I quickly came upon path and at first glance I saw a couple kids one of which was running around franticly yelling for help, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong. While trying to take in my surroundings I heard some singing in the distance. They also appeared to have heard it because they now were standing still listening.
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
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!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Nonsense really but I had heard weirder stuff before so I wasn't surprised by any means. The owner of the voice came around the corner and I got a good view of him from my spot. He was almost certainly human though a bit short, he had on big yellow boots, along with an old hat that had a blue feather stuck in it. His eyes were bright blue and his beard was long and brown. In his hands he was carrying a large leaf containing a small pile of white flowers.
The two that had stopped to listen now ran to him asking for help.
"Whoa! Whoa! Steady there!" cried the man putting up one hand. After they had stopped, he continued. "Now, my little fellows, where be you a-going to, puffing like a bellows? What's the matter here then? Do you know who I am? I'm Tom Bombadil. Tell me what's your trouble! Tom's in a hurry now. Don't you crush my lilies!"
"My friends are caught in the willow-tree," cried the one who I had heard yelling earlier.
"Master Merry's being squeezed in a crack!" The other one cried.
Looking over to the willow-tree I noticed for the first time a pair of legs sticking out among the roots. Leaning over for I better look I lost my balance and ended up falling from my perch on to the path. I am usually more balanced than that but you have to remember that I was unconscious a few minutes before.
Tom Bombadil took almost no notice of me while he set down his flowers and rushed over to the tree. But the other two were clearly startled, but quickly turned their attention back their friend. The legs were now kicking.
Tom now jumped back, picked up a branch, and hit the tree with it saying. "You let them out again, Old Man Willow! What be you a-thinking of? You should not be waking. Eat Earth! Drink water! Go to sleep! Bombadil is talking!" He then seized the legs and drew out another child sized figure. There was a terrible creaking sound and then out popped a fourth person. Then complete silence fell.
"Thank you," all four of them exclaimed.
He burst out laughing. "Well, my little fellows!" he said stopping down to look at them. "You shall come home with me! The table is all laden with yellow cream, honeycomb, and white bread and butter. Goldberry is waiting. Time enough for questions around the supper table. You follow after me as quick as you are able. You too lady!" he said for the first time appearing to notice me. With that he picked up his flowers and with a wave went off along the path, singing nonsense again.
He ran off and I chased after him. After all he did say to follow as quick as I was able. I stayed just behind him and the other four were quickly left behind. I finally came to a spot where the path became clear and nicely kept and went up and down on a smooth hillside. I quickened my pace and soon I was at the house of Tom Bombadil.
Soon after the other four came along and Tom started singing again.
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbit's! Ponies all! We are found of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together
Then another voice started to sing I turned and found that it was Goldberry.
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
Light on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
As the singing went on the four came inside.
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