Indeed the Dwarfs had gotten the Fortress looking good and of course the humans and elves were helping out there as well. New life was being brought to the old Fortress. With Morgan holding the southern pass and the Fortress there, this was going to be the main trade route for some time. Until Morgan and his undead could be cleared from the fortress to the south. He wondered about that, what were the elves and his father going to do about that, and the other kingdoms. They knew where he was hiding, and he probably had an army of undead under his command. Would they march on him, try to destroy his undead army, they knew how now and with the Evil One the only one able to bring the dead back to an undead life, his losses would weaken his hold on the Pass and perhaps make him flee, if they were not able to kill him.<br/><br/>When they reached Allassiel's room they found Pegawen sound asleep. Thorgan smiled at the sight. It was about time that she got some rest. At the suggestion that they go get something to eat so as not to disturb her, he nodded and pulled her out of the room and closed the door softly. He set out for the dinning hall where Merry and Pippen, Flagdon and Timberlane were now. The two Hobbits were devouring food after their fitting of armor. They now fit in with all the others there. The Dwarfs has been skeptical of making armor for them until Flagdon had told them of the Hobbits. Word had spread and one could tell that many there, human, elf, and dwarf were surprised at these mild manner hobbits and how quickly they had seemed to fit in. Thorgan pulled out a chair for Allassiel and then took his own. There was plenty of food on the table for them and he now felt the hunger he had seemed to have forced down.<br/><br/>Lotharn alone did not join them, he went instead to Pegawen's room and entered. Like Thorgan had he pulled up a chair and sat by her bed, taking one of her hands in his. He leaned his head back and relaxed. Such moments were something to be cherished.