"Show me the precious Ring!" he said suddenly in the midst of the story; and Frodo, to his own astonishment, drew out the chain from his pocket, and unfastening the Ring handed it at once to Tom.
It seemed to grow larger as it lay for a moment on his big brown-skinned hand. Then suddenly he put it to his eye and laughed. For a second the hobbits had a vision, both comical and alarming, of his bright blue eye gleaming through a circl of gold. tghen Tom put the Ring round the end of his little finger and held it up to the candlelight. For a moment the hobbits noticed nothing strange about this. Then they gasped. There was no sign of Tom disappearing!
Tom laughed again, and then he spun the Ring in the air - and it vanished with a flash. Frodo gave a cry – and Tom leaned forward and handed it back to him with a smile.
Frodo looked at it closely, and rather suspiciously (like one who has lent a trinket to a juggler). It was teh same Ring, or looked the same and weighed the same: for the Ring had always seemed to Frodo to weight strangely heavy in the hand. But soemthing prompted him to make sure. He was perhaps a trifle annoyed with Tom for seeming to make so light of what even Gandalf thought so perilously important. he waited for an opportunity, when the talk was going again, and Tom was telling an absurd story about badgers, and their queer ways then he slipped the Ring on.
Merry turned towards him to say something and gave a start, and checked an exclamation. Frodo was delighted (in a way): it was his own rign all right, for Merry was staring blankly at his chair, and obviously could not see him. He got up, and crept quietly away from the fireside towards the outer door.
"Hey there!" cried Tom, glancing towards him with a most seeing look in his shining eyes. "Hey! Come Frodo, there! Where be you a-going? Old Tom Bombadil's not as blind as that yet. Take off your golden ring! Your hand's more fair without it. Come back! Leave your game and sit down beside me! We must talk a while more, and think about the morning. Tom must teach the right road, and keep your feet from wandering.
The Lord of the Rings
"I might put it this way. The story is cast in terms of a good side,
and a bad side . . . but both sides in some degree, conservative or destructive, want a measure of control. but if you have, as it were,
taken „a vow of poverty‟, renounced control, and take delight in
things for themselves without reference to yourself, watching, observing, and to some extent knowing, then the question of the rights and wrongs of power and control might become utterly meaningless to you, and the means of power quite valueless. It is a natural pacifist view, which always arises in the mind where thereis no war. "
"In a tale in which every character seems to get dragged into the RingSee: He Is: Tom Bombadil and his function in The Lord of the Rings
quest in some way, the text uses Tom the “natural pacifist” to remind the hobbits that there are parts of Middle-earth not consumed with anxiety over Sauron and the Ring, that there is more to Middle-earth than the struggle surrounding Sauron‟ s creation."