After nightfall, Tom and Jin Mei arranged guest rooms for the visitors, which were equally warm and lovely houses.
Even the Qilin, which couldn't fit inside, received a large, soft, and warm blanket pad on the corridor outside.
Lann, the Qilin, and Rong Buqiu all felt a wave of ease and comfort, as if resting here could put them in a state of complete relaxation.
Tom Bombadil, like the most hospitable friend, carefully settled them in and saw them to sleep.
Lann suspected that if he hadn't asked otherwise, Tom might have told him stories and lulled him to sleep once he lay down.
Though by age standards, Tom Bombadil was old enough to be an elder to any creature in the world.
But Lann still wasn't quite used to being treated in such a manner.
Upon Lann's repeated requests, Old Tom left, holding an oil lamp and pouting.
He seemed a bit regretful.
However, the regretful feeling couldn't linger long in his heart, overshadowed by his cheerful and carefree nature.
