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Amy blinked and opened her eyes to darkness. Why was she laying on a rock? Then her memories came back to her with a crash. The barrow wight! She was trapped in a barrow! I wonder if it got the others, Amy thought or worse what if it got- she felt in her pocket, the ring was still there. Amy took a deep breath, sat up and turned to look around the room.

A sickly greenish light began to permeated the room. Sam, Merry, and Pippin were all there too- and laid out on other stones just like in the book. Pale and adorned with treasures, but with a sword across their necks.
This is about when the Barrow-wight's incantation begins! thought Amy with alarm. Sure enough the horrid voice of the Barrow-wight began it's song-

Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone:
never mare to wake on stony bed,
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.

And there was the hand of the Barrow-wight, groping around the corner! How am I ever going to stop it? thought Amy miserably, frozen with fear. What had Frodo done? he had wanted to put on the ring- that she remembered, but he hadn't!

Her eye fell upon a short-sword nearby. Well, Amy thought, even if it isn't what Frodo did, I can at least try!

she picked up the sword. It was heavy, but she swung it awkwardly, as hard as she could at the hand. It broke off near the wrist- but the sword shattered hopelessly and she was thrown backward. Suddenly- she remembered, she was supposed to sing the song! the Tom Bombadil song! Shakily she began to sing

Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!By water, wood and hill, by the reed and willow, By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!

Amy waited. Silence. Dread began to steal over again, had the song worked? Then came the sound of an answer! It sounded far off but she heard singing:

Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master:His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.

then there was a loud rumbling noise, and a shaft of dawn light broke into the barrow. A man's face appeared in the opening, he didn't seem at all surprised to see Amy instead of Frodo, and continued the song without so much as a second look in her direction

Get out, you old Wight! Vanish in the sunlight!Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing, Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains!Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness, Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.

When he finished the barrow wight howled in pain and the far end of the barrow crashed in on itself.
"Come, friend!" said Tom "Let us get out on to clean grass!"
He picked up Merry's limp form and carried her out. Amy doubted she'd be able to carry even Pippin, but grabbed hold of her friend as best she could and began dragging her out of the barrow. She barely got three feet before Tom came back for Sam, but managed to get Pip halfway to the opening before Tom came back and took her the rest of the way. She followed them out of the barrow, blinking at the bright light. The two other girls and Sam were lying on the grass, still in their barrow clothes, but looking much better. Tom went into the barrow again and began hauling out mounds of treasure and spreading it on the hillside.

when he was finished he sang to Amy's sleeping friends once more:
Wake now my merry tads! Wake and hear me calling!Warm now be heart and limb! The cold stone is fallen;Dark door is standing wide; dead hand is broken. Night under Night is flown, and the Gate is open!

Immediately the three stretched and rubbed their eyes, then got up, looking wonderingly at Tom, then Amy, then back at Tom.
"What happened?" said Merry taking a gold circlet off her head and looking at it, then she dropped the circlet and closed her eyes.
"Of course, I remember! The men of Carn Dum came on us at night, and we were worsted. Ah! the spear in my heart!"
Then the shadow passed and she opened her eyes
"It was only a dream!" she said amazed "but it felt so real! Amy! there you are! we lost you in the mist last night- where did you go?"
"I'd rather not talk about it" said Amy, remembering strong arms grabbing her from behind with a shiver.
"where are our clothes?" asked Pippin, then remembrance crossed her face "oh right, their gone. I wonder if any of the hobbit's stuff will fit us."
they turned to Tom.
"You've found yourselves again, out of the deep water. Clothes are but little loss, if you escape from drowning. Be glad, my merry friends, and let the warm sunlight heal now heart and limb! Cast off these cold rags! Run naked on the grass, while Tom goes a-hunting!"
He sprang away down hill, whistling and calling.
"Well I for one am staying decently clothed!" said Merry, looking over at Sam "I'm not stripping with a guy around!"
"you could go over to the other side of the barrow-" said Amy "I really think we need to follow Tom's directions, and don't worry about Tom" she held up her hand to stop Merry' protest "I'll sound the alarm when he gets back, Now scoot."
Pippin and Merry glared at her, but headed for the other side of the barrow anyway. Sam looked askance at Amy.
"I won't look" she assured him, turning her back.
"I trust you." said Sam warily "but don't forget I'm back here!"

-ooooo-

Tom returned a little later leading the hobbit's ponies. They managed to splice together some sort of workable clothes out of the tiny hobbit things and soon were riding the ponies with Tom to the edge of his land. They had made sure to take the special knives from the barrow, but they hoped that they could pass them on to the real hobbits sooner or later.
All to soon they said goodbye to Tom and continued on the road.
"Now," said Sam "all we have to do is get to the Prancing Pony in Bree, and meet up with Aragorn!"
"Easier said than done" said Amy "he's expecting Frodo, not us! and anyway don't call him Aragorn, he's going by Strider in this part remember?"
"right." said Merry "but he'll be looking for an Underhill- so maybe Amy..."
"Frodette Underhill!" said Pippin "ow that's a proper hobbity name!"
"Pippin! leave off with the Frodette!*" said Amy "I may be a hobbit (and ringbearer), but I'm still me!"
Pippin grinned at her
"Anything you say- *Frodette*"
Amy glared at her, then sighed
"Be serious Pip!" she said "this isn't just a book anymore! if we mess up the whole of Middle Earth will pay for it!"

Tom Bombadil's song and the Barrow-wight's incantation are from the Fellowship of the Ring