The Shire-Reckoning about 19 hours ago
Frodo hews at the arm, cutting the hand away, but shattering the sword. Then he remembers the rhyme:
âHo! 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!â