This is a strange, and Lovecraftian take on Bombadil. I always thought he really was just a jolly fat guy out in the woods. Kind of like a Middle Earth versio

This is a strange, and Lovecraftian take on Bombadil. I always thought he really was just a jolly fat guy out in the woods. Kind of like a Middle Earth version of one of those potbellied rednecks you see laughing on a small fishing boat, surrounded by a pile of empty beer cans, who waves at you and asks you if you want a cold one, before turning back to the Skynnard blaring from the ancient boombox on their ice cooler.