No Married Persons

[Galadriel55]

And speaking of Mr. and Mrs. Bombadil, I was always a teeny bit oo-la-la-ed by the end of this passage here from Adventures of Tom Bom:

He caught her, held her fast! Water-rats went scuttering
reeds hissed, herons cried, and her heart was fluttering.
Said Tom Bombadil: ‘Here’s my pretty maiden!
You shall come home with me! The table is all laden:
yellow cream, honeycomb, white bread and butter;
roses at the window-sill and peeping round the shutter.
You shall come under Hill! Never mind your mother
in her deep weedy pool: there you’ll find no lover!’

My only reaction is: ha!