27 hours earlier
Our group of heroes relax, happy with their success and confident in their path going forward, What at first seems to be the wind gradually becomes clearer and they hear a singing voice get closer and closer.
"Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!"
The trees part and an old man steps out. His face wears a smile but his eyes are not smiling. Who the hell are you asks our group of merry men trying not to laugh.
"Who am I?" asks the old man.
Suddenly the old man drops his pants, aims his gnarled old but impressive penis at the group and begins urinating on the group. But this is no normal urine, but so foul and hot as if from the darkest section of Mirkwood or from the hidden corners of the Old Forest. The splashing hot steaming urine covers our clan embarrassing them and filling them with self doubt, The old man pulls up his pants, ties them and leans close.
"Im Tom Fuckin' Bombadil, thats who I am" he says then turns and enters the trees.
The group of once merry men huddle shocked dazed and broken. And for long long minutes afterwards they can still hear him.
"Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. "