Pulling her closer, he brought a hand up to her face caressing it. He could not believe it. He prayed that it was not a dream and that he would wake up and it be nothing but a beautiful dream. He bent his head down lifting her chin up and kissed her sweet and warm lips. He could not discribe the feeling that was now running through him, but it felt good and he wanted to shout out to the world. Across the way Lotharn stood chuckling and then he moved over to Pegawen and woke her, and pointed to the pair. "She has made up her mind, and Thorgan is well himself again it seems." He allowed her only to see and then told her to go back to sleep and she could talk to her cousin in the morning.<br/><br/>To the north the Orcs marched. They were tireless and with one thing on their demented minds. Kill, Kill, Kill, anything that was not Orc. Rakothûrz marched in front of his army looking forward at the mountains in the distance. Kill those that had the Key Stone, take it to Morgan, help kill the elves and the humans, claim land for his Orcs to rule and make slaves of other elves and humans. Make their lives miserable and torment them day and night. Those were his thoughts. He was days away from where the group was and it would take the wargs some time before they returned. But the black bird would make it in a shorter time. It did not have to move around obstacles or cross streams and rivers. Hours after spying on the group it landed on his shoulder and gave his report. The discription of the Elf woman made him snarl and scream out in anger, especially when it report the human putting his arms around her.