Thorgan grinned as Pegawen kept asking Allassiel if she was alright. She was like a mother hen looking after her chicks. Much like his own mother, was for him. She was probably worried sick at the thought of him off on such a quest. But she was strong and a fighter. He looked over at the two hobbits with Timberlane. He had taken the two under his wing in a sense. The Wizard seemed amazed at the transformation of the two. Yes the two hobbits were scared but yet excited about what lay ahead. Who would not be. It was the unknown and everyone was afraid of what perils lay ahead and yet also excited to explore it, and fight their way through it all. When he was done talking to his men he return to Allassiel's side and waited with her for Pegawen's return. My men will stay here to help defend the fortress. The pass should be clear of any danger."<br/><br/>They were ready to go. The two hobbits had their own horses now, and looked strange riding them as they were much bigger then the two. They looked like children astride the horses, children in armor and carrying swords. As they rode towards the gate to the pass the way was lined by elves, dwarfs and humans. Thorgan smiled and nodded his had at them. Again it looked strange to see all three races together, willing to fight with and for each other. Among those that stood there was the young man that Pegawen thought would not walk again. He was on a stretcher, sitting up. He smiled at Pegawen, a smile of happiness and hope. Thorgan turned and said to Pegawen. "Elven Magic and knowledge of such things is amazing. Our healers could use such knowledge if one day you would be willing to show them."<br/><br/>When they reached the gate he asked Pegawen. "Did you find anything useful from the herb garden?" They might need all that they could get for their journey. The gates were open and they were through them and on their way. When the gates shut behind them, they were on their own again. He wondered if the Bards would be writing and singing songs of their adventures. He had reported to his mens' commander what had transpired before they had arrived and he would keep a journel of what transpired from then on. A record of the Seekers of the Stones. For he was sure that there would be those that would want to hear of their adventures and of the two little hobbits from a far off land. Then to when they returned they would have something that would let others of their kind know what they all did so they would be believed when they told their story. He looked ahead, somewhere along the way would be the trail that would lead up to the Wizard's Tower. A hand went to the saddlebags where the flowers were. Hope and a silent prayer to the gods as he let out a long breath and then looked over at Allassiel.