MossFelt looked at Iccarus sternly as he rose from the bed at the back of the Prancing Pony. She knew his strength was low and he would rely much on her for the time being. MossFelt attempted to calm her heated mind but the words seemed to rush from her tightened lips,"I wish you would wait until you are stronger. A mere child could knock you over in this state Iccarus."
The hobbits eyes glided over her a moment before focusing on the task at hand. He slid his feet from the bed, each hitting the floor one after another. Iccarus wobbled for a moment where he stood, MossFelt lunged forward with outstretched hands but he raised a palm to stop her saying," I'm fine dear. Just a little unsteady at the moment. A ale will fix me right up, along with a little walking." He smiled at her. The same sort of smile she had given him all those years ago when the first met.
MossFelt frowned stepping forward to wrap her arm around his. He turned his head smiling at her again before leading her out into the pony. There were few patrons, for the hour was late. All that remained were a dwarf and a girl. The girls fingers seemed to glide over her instrument much to the amusement of the hobbits. She could play as well as any hobbit and that was saying much.
Iccarus went to the counter after a short discussion on how he should be more careful and not go on such wild adventures. MossFelt could not bare to lose such a good friend.
The ale was as good as the last time they had visited Bree land so long ago. They danced to the ladies music for a long while. The tunes never growing tiresome. MossFelt took Iccarus's hand, looking at him. Mesmerized. They had come a long way together this year and MossFelt was glad to have him at her side.
At the end of a exceptional slow song Iccarus turned to MossFelt taking both her hands now. He spoke gently to her, but with purpose, saying,"Mossy we have known each other a long while now and it would be a great honor if you married me." She gaped at him. Only losing herself a moment before saying,"Of coarse dear."
The three, MossFelt,Lillinan and Iccarus, celebrated for a long while with several drinks. The kind lady gave them a generous present of fireworks which any hobbit would have thought they had received gold at this. They thanked the lady many times and chatted with her for several minutes before having to leave. They had made a good friend that day and had carved a way for a brighter future.
