A/N: Thnz 4 reviewing! I want 2 make u all so hapee ^______^ so here iz next chapter!
Chapter 2
The lovely elfmaiden's voice rang out soft and clear over the sea of denim - but nothing happened!
"Whatever is the trouble, my love?" noble Aragorn asked, looking deep into her eyes.
"I cannot be certain," she said, "but I believe that there is a power here greater than that of the elves. I cannot remove us from these pants while it holds."
"A power greater than that of the elves?" Sam repeated anxiously from his place in the pocket.
"Now now," Gandalf comforted him kindly, "there are many powers in Middle-Earth which are strange and mysterious - and yes, some that surpass even elven magic, especially within pants such as these."
"A good power?" Merry called up from the ankle.
"Or a power that might hurt us?" asked Pippin, from the other ankle.
Legolas' elvish ears perked up as they heard a sound, still in the distance, somewhere within the pants, but approaching swiftly. "I fear we may find out soon!" he cried, and almost before he had finished speaking, a horrible black shape, mounted on a shadowy beast, stormed over the surface of the pants, making straight for the hobbits and wizard standing in the front pocket. "It is one of the Trouserwraiths of legend! Ai - we are surely doomed!"
"Into the pants!" Boromir shouted, and with a sounding of his mighty horn, vanished into the cuff of the ankle, pulling Pippin in after him.
Frodo and Sam were frozen in fear as the creature bore down upon them, but a sharp order from Gandalf spurred them to action. "You heard him, you fools! Into the pants!" They ducked within the pocket hurriedly, so as not to arouse his wrath further.
After fumbling once again through the deep darkness within the pants, in silence, so as not to bring the Trouserwraith down upon them, Frodo found himself abruptly separated from his companions. "Sam? Gandalf?" he called out quietly, trying not to panic. There was no answer from either of his old friends, but somewhere in the distance, it seemed that he could hear an unfamiliar voice singing a merry but mostly nonsensical tune, and coming nearer.
Hey dol! merry dol! Fiddle de diddle!
Dum te tum, rum de dum, mittly-mittle!
"Ho there!" the voice called out suddenly, and Frodo froze. "Are you Frodo Baggins?"
"Why yes, I am," Frodo called back, hesitating only a moment. Such a jolly voice could not belong to an evil creature such as a trouserwraith, and it began singing another tune as he listened.
Friends we find, yours and mine, if we do not tarry -
At the fly be Aragorn, and in the cuffs be Merry!
Hey dol! merry dol! Terry tum tillo -
No one knows pants like Old Tom Bombadillo!
Frodo could now make out a bit of light in the cavernous folds of the pants, coming closer with the stranger's song, and it illuminated a strange little man wearing clothes colored brightly as the twinkles in his eyes, with a long brown beard.
Following close behind him was a more familiar person, and Frodo let out a glad cry at the sight of his dear friend, hugging him tightly. "My dear Sam! So you escaped the Trouserwraith!," he exclaimed. "But where is Gandalf? And who is this man with you?"
"Why, as his song says, 'tis none other than Tom Bombadil," said Sam. "I lost sight of Gandalf in the darkness, and Old Tom found me. Told me he'd help me to find the rest of you, and even said we could take a meal with him tonight - for which I was grateful. I daresay even that lint of Gimli's was beginning to look a mite tasty."
"Whoa, whoa, my little fellows!" Tom exclaimed. "You'll not be eating none of that pocket lint if I have aught to say about it. You'll be coming back to my pocket, where you'll find ale and cheese and crusty bread spread with golden butter waiting for you, along with all your friends - and you'll not find better anywhere else within these pants!"
"Thank you so much!" Frodo told him as they set out together in another direction, towards the back pocket where the jolly man made his home, and Tom's voice rose in another song, lightening the journey for them.
Hey ho! Derry do! Dilly bo bickers!
Warmth and soft darkness, within these knickers!
We'll feast and we'll tarry with friends that we keep -
Fellowship found within pockets so deep!
Buddle bee, tuddle tee, nuddle nee nillo -
Safety and shelter with Tom Bombadillo!
Thenx 2 all who suggested Tom Bombadil should get in my pants! Who else wants IN MAH PANTS?? loleolololzers ^____^