The hobbits feet thundered through the woods of the forest. Each step a crash and a near tumble. Her red hair whipped around her face as she looked back. Her feet faultered..she tumbled. With a large crunch of dried leaves the young hobbit lass hit the ground rolling into a near by tree. Her fearful gaze reached her surroundings again, becoming more and more horrified by her sights. The broken dark wood brought no kindness to her light hobbit heart. She scrambled to a crouch a top the gnarled roots of the ashen tree. Her moss green eyes focusing upon a large wolf closing in on her small form. 

She let out a wail that could have carried from The Shire to Moria. The wolf's cold eyes show no mercy upon the young hobbit lass as she clinged to the tree's roots for dear life. 

A large rustling came from a nearby bush when all hope seemed but lost to the lass. Two large hairy feet appeared. One after the other, slowly into the scene of what was to be the lasses downfall. Both the wolf and the young hobbit lass turned to the noise to see this small figure stepping out of the brambles. A young hobbit no older than MossFelt herself stood before them. A taller hobbit man with longer dark hair and brilliant eyes.  A low scraping could be heard behind him and before MossFelt could guess the noise's origin a great long sword came into view. 

At the sight of the sword the wolf seemed to turn on the spot. Running full speed back into the wilderness. The hobbits eyes turned to MossFelt after the departure of the wild beast with much kindness. He walked towards the hobbit lass holding out his hand to her saying softly," It's alright miss. I believe he'll not be botherin you no more." MossFelt sat upon the the tree's root in shock. Trembling from head to foot. 

After a moment the hobbit leaned in and took her arm with a gentleness and pulled her to her feet. MossFelt gazed at the hobbit man with shock unable to tell him anything of the sort at that moment. The hobbit sighed at his surroundings still holding MossFelt close, he began to speak. "Nice day miss. I would be much obliged if a lovely hobbit lass like yerself would walk with me and have first lunch. You have to be the loveliest hobbit I've seen m'lady for your hair be as red as a warm fire and yer eyes as soft and beautiful as a hummingbird." MossFelt blushed, placing her fingers to her lips with a small giggle. The hobbit turned to her smiling. "I am Iccarus miss, and what name do they call such a fine lass?" She smiled lowering her hand. "MossFelt, but most just call me Moss." He kissed her hand as they continued into the forest. "The sweetest name a man could udder Lady Moss."

This was the beginning of a long friendship between the two and it flourishes overtime.