[Nogrod]

Tom heard the voices of others receding while he went and then slowly fade away...

Suddenly he managed to bring his mind back to the mission. Stopping with his yellow boots he tried to capture any notion of the others coming after him. There was nothing.

So he sang out aloud once again.

"Fear no alder grey! Heed no hoary holly!
Other than that would be utter folly!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes before you.
Hey now! Merry dol! I'll be waiting for you!"

He stood and listened the voices coming forwards... and the orc complaining about his singing.

"Now this silence I do not like... those with evil intentions would gladly that we just walked in silence..." he muttered mostly to himself. "But also complaining about nothing looks dubious...".

Tom straightened his back after picking up a bunch of flowers. Ohh, Goldberry would love these!

"It was the orc, right? Well I must be wiser than that to suspect him for being hasty... those orcs with their life-span of what? Maybe I should just let him wail as much as he wants? At least toDay? I have a bad feeling about orcs being made guilty everytime they meet these other shortlived races... Now Gandalf and Radagast, where are you? With you I'd really like to talk a bit... well at least later."

Then he saw a bunch of a rare Marsh Labradors (ledum palustre) and went for them totally forgetting other things at hand...

"Oh, Goldberry, my deary,
with these flowers so cheery,
What happiness could you see?
What brightness could you feel?
Tom is back soon again
in our own cosy den!"