She could not help but wish that she were like the elves. Elegance and
grace just seemed
to radiate from their entire being, making all else seethe with envy. They were a supreme
race, and seemed to be perfected in every way from their silken hair to their light, pale
feet. She sighed and leaned back into the hard wall behind her and watched their dancing,
and it seemed that their feet barely came into contact with the wooden floor.
"One can only wonder what would cause such a sigh". A kind voice spoke from beside
her and she turned to smile at the person who owned it.
"Bilbo my friend, it had been a while has it not?"
"It has Tammin, Fifty years if my calculations are correct" the elderly hobbit replied, and
re-positioned his notebook in his lap. Tammin had always enjoyed Bilbo's company and
especially loved to hear his wonderful poems and limericks.
"What are you working on there Bilbo, if you do not mind me asking?" she spoke and
motioned to his lap. Bilbo looked at his scribblings on his page and back at her, and
seemed to sigh himself.
"Just trying to come up with a new poem, though it isn't going to well I'm afraid"
His eyebrows knit in frusteration and he turned back to his writings.
"Never fear my friend, you are by far the best writer here and I am sure that what you are
working on will be great" she reassured him and watched the fire roar in the centre of the
room.
"It can only help being in such a lavish place as Imladris" he told her, a smile forming on
his face which made his grey eyes twinkle.
"I could not agree more" she said dreamily, her eyes seemed to then glaze over. Bilbo
knew why the place had such an effect upon her. She had only ventured out of the Old
forest quite rarely, and never to a place of her mothers kin. Being the daughter of Tom
Bombadil did have its setbacks, it kept her tied to her home of the Old forest helping her
father rescue those in great need.
"So how does the Old Forest fare these days?" he asked her, curious as to what had
changed there over the past five decades. Tammin suddenly snapped out of reverie at his
words and then gazed back at the hobbit and folded her arms.
"To be awfully honest Bilbo, it fares well, but is quite dull!" she exclaimed. With this the
hobbit smirked and amusement showed upon his features.
"What ever do you mean?"
"Well, lets just say when father brought your nephew and his three friends home it was
the most exciting event I had had for quite some time!" with that she smiled. Bilbo
chuckled and shook his head.
"And of you're father?"
"Oh, Father is as well as can be. With his constant merrymaking and dragging me
through the forest to aid those in need, and forcing me to learn all of his dreadful songs.
And let me tell you Bilbo! He is no composer!" she whined, her hands and features
seemed animated as she spoke. Bilbo chuckled once more, but then spoke seriously for a
moment.
"But, surely you are jesting a tad aren't you lass?"
"Yes" she sighed and then continued "Yes, I am jesting. I do often pretend that I detest
father's silly songs and acts, but to be honest he lifts my spirits and heart!".
Bilbo nodded in acknowledgement at her words, Tom did have the effect of lightening
moods and putting an end to dampening spirits. They both stopped speaking for a
moment and looked upon the elves that were dancing. The jolly music had halted and a
sad, yet incredibly romantic song had begun. It filled the air around them, and seemed to
touch each and every beings heart as a golden haired elf begun to sing. Tammin closed
her eyes and let the music move its way throughout her entire self. Though all this was
interrupted by the arrival of four young hobbits loudly plonking down to sit beside her.
"How'yer doin?" Sam said casually to her, and this made her chuckle softly. No one had
ever spoken so informally to her in all of her long life, and she found it to be quite
amusing. "I am doing fine Sammo!" she whispered loudly, as to not disturb the elves
around them who seemed to still be enthralled by the beauty of the music. All five
hobbits giggled at the nickname she had created for Sam, since he detested it so. The sad
song suddenly ended and a jolly tune soon followed, and elves seemed to gallop about, in
the matter of horses, whilst always remaining graceful. Always Bloody graceful, Tammin
thought bitterly.
"What are you hobbits waiting for, a written invitation?" she asked them bluntly. They
were obviously longing to dance, with their fingers and toes tapping in time to the music.
"What ever do you mean?" Frodo asked politely, though confusion was evident in his
furrowed brow.
Tammin sighed "Go on, the five of you go and dance already!" she said to them, as if it
was the most stupidest question in the world. The four young hobbits broke into smiled
and started to hop to their feet. "You must come Tammin!" Pippin practically cried and
the four hobbits nodded in agreement. Tammin could not refuse such an offer, a thought
not crossing her mind of the odd nature of a tall slender daughter of a first dancing with
four hobbits half her size. She took Merry's open hand and stood, then turned to the still-
seated Bilbo.
"Bilbo, you must join us!" she pleaded, her blue eyes begging.
Bilbo shook his head "Oh dear, I must say no. I have to finish my poem!"
Tammin did not want to push the hobbit so she smiled, gave a nod and allowed Merry and Pippin to take each of her hands and lead her to the middle of the dancing floor.
To Tammin's horror, the four hobbits seemed to do some sort of hopping chicken dance,
in which they bend their arms and alternated between hopping from one foot to another.
They all giggled amongst one another and grabbed each others hands and twirled gaily
about each other. Tammin soon followed suit. She grabbed her dress and flapped her
arms about and galloped about, laughing hysterically with the hobbits. She was unaware
that most of the elves in the hall were watching her in amusement, the tall red-haired
woman dancing strangely and in a not in a very feminine fashion at all. Some of the
haughtier elves simply shook their heads, while the majority smirked. The five were soon
accompanied by four noldorian male elves, who joined the circle and tried to mimic the
movements of the hobbits. The four males were slender and had their hair styled in the
same fashion, the top pulled back whilst the rest fell upon their broad shoulders. Tammin
saw that the elves could not keep up with the hobbits, and was soon in hysterics at how
terrible they were at such crazy dancing. Well, at least there's one thing they aren't
superior at, hobbit dancing! Tammin thought. She alternated between locking arms with
each elf and hobbit, and twirling about.
Whilst dancing she noticed that the majority of those in the hall, where in fact dancing,
laughing and getting quite tipsy drinking elvish wine. She was now puffing in exhaustion,
and small beads of sweat were forming at her brow. She felt a slight pain in her abdomen
and silently cursed herself for gulling down way too many goblets full of the elvish wine.
She smiled to herself. If her father knew of how much she had drank this night, she
would have received one hell of a scolding. She hoped with all her might that those who
were in the hall tonight, those who knew her father would not tell him. She was always a worrier, though not in a vain self-absorbed way. Her greatest fear was to disgrace her
parents, or do something to disappoint them. They held her in the highest esteem, and she
them.
She pushed her hair away from her glistening face and halted when the fast- paced song
stopped. One of the elves she had been dancing with sidled up to her and leant in to
whisper in her ear. Tammin tried to stay well composed, even though an incredibly
beautiful male elf's perfect lips were almost tickling her earlobe.
"You dance divinely, Milady" his hot breath sent tingles down her spine and she tried to
refrain from giggling like a young lass being taught about the birds and the bees.
She swallowed and softly gulped and hoped to elbereth that he did not notice. She turned
her head to look at him, and could not help but be amazed by his beauty. Never had she
seen an elf, besides her mother of course in all her long years before her father requested
her to venture to Imladris. She had been bombarded with their presence since her arrival
the previous day and they were more surreal, agile, beautiful, astounding than she had
ever dreamed of. Unfourtunatly some she found to be rather arrogant, and so cold. Like a
morning of pale spring still clinging to winters chill. This elf however, was perhaps the
most fair she had ever come across in the past few days. His eyes were the bluest blue she
had ever come across, his long dark hair looking incredibly soft and his body had the
stealth of a cat, lean and tall. How could someone be so perfect?
She felt she should respond to this seemingly flirtacious comment.
"Why thank you Milord" she spoke softly and was taken back by the tone of her own
voice, was that a seductive tone?
The elf smirked, and Tammin felt heat rising to her cheeks. Not now! Oh Eru please not
now. why can't I be for once, mature?
She gazed over at the elvish orchestra, there was a line of people approaching them
probably asking for requests, she gathered.
The hobbits were teasing Sam, as usual about being a typical mother hen type.
Smirking at the witty teasing she turned to the elf, as if to hint for an introduction.
The elf took the hint and gave a little smile of his own.
"Forgive me, Milady for I seem to have forgotten my manners"
He then held stood proud and tall and placed his long pale hand gently on his heart as he
introduced himself.
" I am Adelen, Son of Galad" he then gave a little bow of his head, causing his glossy
hair to sweep over his broad shoulders.
Tammin gave a big toothy smile and slightly tilted her head.
" I am Tammin of the Old Forest"
Adelen's eyes grew wide with surprise. " You are Tom Bombadil's daughter?"
She nodded.
His hand flew out and he grasped her own. Slowly he leant down and brung her hand to
his lips and kissed her lightly on the knuckles.
"It is a pleasure to meet such a noblewoman, and such a magnificent dancer" his eyes
glittered with amusement and Tammin chuckled softly. They both then simply gazed at
one another.
"Are you two done flirting now?"
They both quickly turned their heads to gaze at Pippin, both slightly embaressed by the
quip.
"Shut up Pip" she said through clenched teeth and was attacked by laughter from the
hobbits and Adelen. Yes ha ha ha!, she thought sarcastically. It was ever so wonderful to
be the butt of all the hobbit's jokes.
to radiate from their entire being, making all else seethe with envy. They were a supreme
race, and seemed to be perfected in every way from their silken hair to their light, pale
feet. She sighed and leaned back into the hard wall behind her and watched their dancing,
and it seemed that their feet barely came into contact with the wooden floor.
"One can only wonder what would cause such a sigh". A kind voice spoke from beside
her and she turned to smile at the person who owned it.
"Bilbo my friend, it had been a while has it not?"
"It has Tammin, Fifty years if my calculations are correct" the elderly hobbit replied, and
re-positioned his notebook in his lap. Tammin had always enjoyed Bilbo's company and
especially loved to hear his wonderful poems and limericks.
"What are you working on there Bilbo, if you do not mind me asking?" she spoke and
motioned to his lap. Bilbo looked at his scribblings on his page and back at her, and
seemed to sigh himself.
"Just trying to come up with a new poem, though it isn't going to well I'm afraid"
His eyebrows knit in frusteration and he turned back to his writings.
"Never fear my friend, you are by far the best writer here and I am sure that what you are
working on will be great" she reassured him and watched the fire roar in the centre of the
room.
"It can only help being in such a lavish place as Imladris" he told her, a smile forming on
his face which made his grey eyes twinkle.
"I could not agree more" she said dreamily, her eyes seemed to then glaze over. Bilbo
knew why the place had such an effect upon her. She had only ventured out of the Old
forest quite rarely, and never to a place of her mothers kin. Being the daughter of Tom
Bombadil did have its setbacks, it kept her tied to her home of the Old forest helping her
father rescue those in great need.
"So how does the Old Forest fare these days?" he asked her, curious as to what had
changed there over the past five decades. Tammin suddenly snapped out of reverie at his
words and then gazed back at the hobbit and folded her arms.
"To be awfully honest Bilbo, it fares well, but is quite dull!" she exclaimed. With this the
hobbit smirked and amusement showed upon his features.
"What ever do you mean?"
"Well, lets just say when father brought your nephew and his three friends home it was
the most exciting event I had had for quite some time!" with that she smiled. Bilbo
chuckled and shook his head.
"And of you're father?"
"Oh, Father is as well as can be. With his constant merrymaking and dragging me
through the forest to aid those in need, and forcing me to learn all of his dreadful songs.
And let me tell you Bilbo! He is no composer!" she whined, her hands and features
seemed animated as she spoke. Bilbo chuckled once more, but then spoke seriously for a
moment.
"But, surely you are jesting a tad aren't you lass?"
"Yes" she sighed and then continued "Yes, I am jesting. I do often pretend that I detest
father's silly songs and acts, but to be honest he lifts my spirits and heart!".
Bilbo nodded in acknowledgement at her words, Tom did have the effect of lightening
moods and putting an end to dampening spirits. They both stopped speaking for a
moment and looked upon the elves that were dancing. The jolly music had halted and a
sad, yet incredibly romantic song had begun. It filled the air around them, and seemed to
touch each and every beings heart as a golden haired elf begun to sing. Tammin closed
her eyes and let the music move its way throughout her entire self. Though all this was
interrupted by the arrival of four young hobbits loudly plonking down to sit beside her.
"How'yer doin?" Sam said casually to her, and this made her chuckle softly. No one had
ever spoken so informally to her in all of her long life, and she found it to be quite
amusing. "I am doing fine Sammo!" she whispered loudly, as to not disturb the elves
around them who seemed to still be enthralled by the beauty of the music. All five
hobbits giggled at the nickname she had created for Sam, since he detested it so. The sad
song suddenly ended and a jolly tune soon followed, and elves seemed to gallop about, in
the matter of horses, whilst always remaining graceful. Always Bloody graceful, Tammin
thought bitterly.
"What are you hobbits waiting for, a written invitation?" she asked them bluntly. They
were obviously longing to dance, with their fingers and toes tapping in time to the music.
"What ever do you mean?" Frodo asked politely, though confusion was evident in his
furrowed brow.
Tammin sighed "Go on, the five of you go and dance already!" she said to them, as if it
was the most stupidest question in the world. The four young hobbits broke into smiled
and started to hop to their feet. "You must come Tammin!" Pippin practically cried and
the four hobbits nodded in agreement. Tammin could not refuse such an offer, a thought
not crossing her mind of the odd nature of a tall slender daughter of a first dancing with
four hobbits half her size. She took Merry's open hand and stood, then turned to the still-
seated Bilbo.
"Bilbo, you must join us!" she pleaded, her blue eyes begging.
Bilbo shook his head "Oh dear, I must say no. I have to finish my poem!"
Tammin did not want to push the hobbit so she smiled, gave a nod and allowed Merry and Pippin to take each of her hands and lead her to the middle of the dancing floor.
To Tammin's horror, the four hobbits seemed to do some sort of hopping chicken dance,
in which they bend their arms and alternated between hopping from one foot to another.
They all giggled amongst one another and grabbed each others hands and twirled gaily
about each other. Tammin soon followed suit. She grabbed her dress and flapped her
arms about and galloped about, laughing hysterically with the hobbits. She was unaware
that most of the elves in the hall were watching her in amusement, the tall red-haired
woman dancing strangely and in a not in a very feminine fashion at all. Some of the
haughtier elves simply shook their heads, while the majority smirked. The five were soon
accompanied by four noldorian male elves, who joined the circle and tried to mimic the
movements of the hobbits. The four males were slender and had their hair styled in the
same fashion, the top pulled back whilst the rest fell upon their broad shoulders. Tammin
saw that the elves could not keep up with the hobbits, and was soon in hysterics at how
terrible they were at such crazy dancing. Well, at least there's one thing they aren't
superior at, hobbit dancing! Tammin thought. She alternated between locking arms with
each elf and hobbit, and twirling about.
Whilst dancing she noticed that the majority of those in the hall, where in fact dancing,
laughing and getting quite tipsy drinking elvish wine. She was now puffing in exhaustion,
and small beads of sweat were forming at her brow. She felt a slight pain in her abdomen
and silently cursed herself for gulling down way too many goblets full of the elvish wine.
She smiled to herself. If her father knew of how much she had drank this night, she
would have received one hell of a scolding. She hoped with all her might that those who
were in the hall tonight, those who knew her father would not tell him. She was always a worrier, though not in a vain self-absorbed way. Her greatest fear was to disgrace her
parents, or do something to disappoint them. They held her in the highest esteem, and she
them.
She pushed her hair away from her glistening face and halted when the fast- paced song
stopped. One of the elves she had been dancing with sidled up to her and leant in to
whisper in her ear. Tammin tried to stay well composed, even though an incredibly
beautiful male elf's perfect lips were almost tickling her earlobe.
"You dance divinely, Milady" his hot breath sent tingles down her spine and she tried to
refrain from giggling like a young lass being taught about the birds and the bees.
She swallowed and softly gulped and hoped to elbereth that he did not notice. She turned
her head to look at him, and could not help but be amazed by his beauty. Never had she
seen an elf, besides her mother of course in all her long years before her father requested
her to venture to Imladris. She had been bombarded with their presence since her arrival
the previous day and they were more surreal, agile, beautiful, astounding than she had
ever dreamed of. Unfourtunatly some she found to be rather arrogant, and so cold. Like a
morning of pale spring still clinging to winters chill. This elf however, was perhaps the
most fair she had ever come across in the past few days. His eyes were the bluest blue she
had ever come across, his long dark hair looking incredibly soft and his body had the
stealth of a cat, lean and tall. How could someone be so perfect?
She felt she should respond to this seemingly flirtacious comment.
"Why thank you Milord" she spoke softly and was taken back by the tone of her own
voice, was that a seductive tone?
The elf smirked, and Tammin felt heat rising to her cheeks. Not now! Oh Eru please not
now. why can't I be for once, mature?
She gazed over at the elvish orchestra, there was a line of people approaching them
probably asking for requests, she gathered.
The hobbits were teasing Sam, as usual about being a typical mother hen type.
Smirking at the witty teasing she turned to the elf, as if to hint for an introduction.
The elf took the hint and gave a little smile of his own.
"Forgive me, Milady for I seem to have forgotten my manners"
He then held stood proud and tall and placed his long pale hand gently on his heart as he
introduced himself.
" I am Adelen, Son of Galad" he then gave a little bow of his head, causing his glossy
hair to sweep over his broad shoulders.
Tammin gave a big toothy smile and slightly tilted her head.
" I am Tammin of the Old Forest"
Adelen's eyes grew wide with surprise. " You are Tom Bombadil's daughter?"
She nodded.
His hand flew out and he grasped her own. Slowly he leant down and brung her hand to
his lips and kissed her lightly on the knuckles.
"It is a pleasure to meet such a noblewoman, and such a magnificent dancer" his eyes
glittered with amusement and Tammin chuckled softly. They both then simply gazed at
one another.
"Are you two done flirting now?"
They both quickly turned their heads to gaze at Pippin, both slightly embaressed by the
quip.
"Shut up Pip" she said through clenched teeth and was attacked by laughter from the
hobbits and Adelen. Yes ha ha ha!, she thought sarcastically. It was ever so wonderful to
be the butt of all the hobbit's jokes.