I gave Old Man Willow a nice hard kick, scolding him thoroughly for his treatment of the Hobbits. No matter how ancient or powerful he was, he'd had no business with them. And their leaning against him for a nap was simply an unforgivable excuse!
Well, I would have given him a kick, and scolded him, if I had been anywhere near him recently. Which I hadn't.
I sighed, wondering how they were doing. Word had come along of them while they were still in Bree, but they had left that place some time ago. A week, perhaps.
The one I wondered most about was Frodo's friend Sam. Goldberry found him charming in his own way, and I had to agree with her. His loyalty to Frodo was unquestionable; that in itself was a very admirable quality.
Sam seemed quite timid, but I knew that deep inside, there was the courage to do anything he had to. Particular if Frodo was in danger. I could tell that he loved Frodo very much. How much mischief I could have caused, if I had brought that to light! But no, Tom Bombadil does not do such things. Tease, yes. But tease about love? Never. Especially when I myself am so smitten with my dear Goldberry.