The wind was ragged, pulling and tugging at MossFelt's hair as a small child does in play. Her horse steadily trudged forward through the wind engulfed path, it's head sinking lower and lower to the ground in a attempt to fight off the coming current. She placed a small hand upon her head in a effort to keep her long curling locks from her fragile face but with little luck. The heavens seemed agitated and no wonder with the going war.
Hobbits should not think of war though, she thought grudgingly it just was not their business to get involved. What would her family think of her now...on horseback! Alone!
"Stupid Moss." She uttered to herself. "You should not have taken the kind sirs advice and gone out for Iccarus. You at least could have brought the fellow as a guide. He did offer."
She had met a dear fellow by the name of Raegwald who over their short conversation she had grown to love the mans company. A true gentleman. Those men were hard to find these days especially in those giant sort of folk of Breeland, Gondor, Dale or Rohan...those folk had seen too much battle and it tarnished their pure spirits.
MossFelt had the tint of loss within her now. She shared that with those humans. Her dear Iccarus was taken from her by a Uruk and his band. Not that the dwarf he was traveling with had done anything to stop the matter. Dwarves....so cold at times and so warm at others. A whirlwind for a hobbit.
MossFelt set out now in search of her dear dear love after she heard word from the dwarf after four months of Iccarus's disappearance. MossFelt had set out herself after her love as soon as she heard word of this. A kind gentle lady, of no doubt nobility, had offered to send a party with MossFelt in search of her love but MossFelt chose to decline this act of kindness on if she did take it. The lady would have to leave her daughter and family. She could not take this gentle lady from her family in case she did find her love dead. She would have made the lady send guards out for nothing...no she couldn't do that. The man Raegwald, a nice fellow, MossFelt had told her intentions. She hoped this kind sir would remember her if she was able to return after this mission.
MossFelt would go to the end of the earth for Iccarus. That was true love.
The path grew more and more lonely as she neared the lone lands. The horse she rode seemed to fight her more and more as they approached the broken inn that Iccarus was rumored to be seen at last. They called the place the Forsaken inn. A fitting name for such a place that seemed to be caving in on itself. Why would Iccarus be drawn here. She knew not, but what the dwarf said his intentions were MossFelt thought unlikely.
She entered the inn and attempted to talk to several of the tavern folk. She found the patrons thought little of her and only attempted to scare her instead of give her information. When she finally made her way to the inn keeper she found she had to bribe the man for information. He told her of the Uruk attacking a young fellow like herself and taking him back into the mountains on a trail. MossFelt grew worried of this information for the man Raegwald had told her of the dangers of goblins off road. She had to take the chance though...if he was alive...
She left her horse in the hands of a crooked looking stable master and forged ahead up the path into the mountains. Goblins seemed to grow in number as she went until she found a off path to the trail. She took it, for a camp site lay in its middle and this site was no doubt the Uruks who took her lover for it reeked of rotting flesh and spoiled drink. She continued up the road until she found herself looking over a pack of massive creatures guarding some broken ruins. These creatures were of a dark hand and looked to bring nothing but death in their wake. She had heard of creatures like this long ago but could not recall the name. She seemed to slip past the creatures unnoticed until passing a large rock where two wolves hid. She drew her dagger brandishing it about at them. She ascended the steps of the massive structure as she fought these beasts off with mere threats of her blade in their snouts before they fled.
At the middle if a large circular structure she found her love. She knew it was him at first glance. The dark hair, matted with months of waist. The face crumpled upon the stone floor forced to stay there by bonds around his hands and feet. He looked as though he had been interrogated and the matter had gone well enough on his part he was spared to die out of thirst and starvation.
MossFelt ran to dear Iccarus her eyes filling with tears. She said nothing as she ran to him for she knew that if she spoke she would break and Iccarus needed her now. She cut his bonds with a gleam of her dagger and began work upon reviving Iccarus. He looked unwell and badly broken. His kind eyes met hers within a moment of his waking and he was only able to utter,"Moss m'lady you should not..." Before pain overcame him. MossFelt placed a finger to his lips saying,"Shh...I would come a thousand miles for you Iccarus." She took time in helping Iccarus up to his feet and arranging him so he could lean most of his weight upon her. The pair stumbled out of the ruins and steadily made it down the path. MossFelt would take him to Bree. He needed care before they could travel farther.
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