Timberlane took the two hobbits by their collars and escorted them out of the room. Lotharn chuckled, "At least they didn't jump up on the bed and jump up and down, like their grandfathers did with Frodo." Flagon left and Lotharn followed after Pegawen let him go. Only Thorgan remained as Allassiel sat up and he knew she needed to do things that would not allow a man around. Thorgan was a prince and a gentleman. He would not be the type that would remain, unless Allassiel wanted him to. So he squeezed her hand once more and then let go of it and left the room so Pegawen could help her. He did not go far though. He looked at those that were there to defend the fortress. It was something to see. Not in over a thousand years had all three races come together to fight together. It was a proud moment to see it. He was proud of his company of men and would make sure that those that had fallen in battle were honored back home and remembered.<br/><br/>They had defeated the Orcs, he had wounded their leader and had caused them to fight among themselves, killing more of them. But they were still a force to contend with, but much weaker. They would not be able to take the fortress alone. But if Morgan was supporting them, he would send undead to bolster their forces. But he had a feeling they would not have any trouble defending the fortress even with that. They would be leaving as soon as Allassiel was able to travel. They would put some distance between them and the Orcs and hopefully they would destroy themselves trying to take the fortress. The only other option for them was to travel south to the pass there and where Morgan had his stronghold. He was looking forward to meeting Rakothûrz once more in battle. He had shown his true colors when he had wounded him.