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Frodo and Sam stood as if enchanted. The wind puffed out. The leaves hung silently again on stiff branches. There was another burst of song, and then suddenly, hopping and dancing along the path, there appeared above the reeds an old battered hat with a tall crown and a long blue feather stuck in the band. With another hop and a bound there came into view a man, or so it seemed. At any rate he was too large and heavy for a had been struck stiff. ‘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 Frodo breathlessly.‘Master Merry’s being squeezed in a crack!’ cried Sam.‘What?’ shouted Tom Bombadil, leaping up in the air. ‘Old Man Willow? Naught worse than hobbit, if not quite tall enough for one of the Big People, though he made noise enough for one, slumping along with great yellow boots on his thick legs, and charging through grass and rushes like a cow going down to drink. He had a blue coat and a long brown beard; his eyes were blue and bright, and his face was red as a ripe apple, but creased into a hundred wrinkles of laughter. In his hands he carried on a large leaf as on a tray a small pile of white water-lilies.‘Help!’ cried Frodo and Sam running towards him with their hands stretched out.‘Whoa! Whoa! steady there!’ cried the old man, holding up one hand, and they stopped short, as if they