Where nothing enters but moonlight and starlight

In a dark forest where the trees move by moonlight,
Travellers become dismayed, trapped and then rescued,
They pass a hedge into a bright glade seeking refuge from harm,
Songs of mirth and rhyme disguise the host from those being cared for,
The figure such a mystery, he is a question nobody has the answer to,
Sleep safe now little ones, for nothing enters this place but moonlight and starlight.

This is my little ode to J.R.R. Tolkien and the interactions between the Hobbits and Tom Bombadil.