March 1, 3019
No word yet of the Rohirrim's return. I doubt they will return soon for they are not welcomed by the King. Or rather, Wormtongue through the King. The set out four days ago to hunt a band of orcs rumored to be heading this way. A band of orcs Wormtongue convinced my uncle were not coming. My uncle, of course, believed him and refused to grant the Rohirrim permission to chase after them. They left against his will.
Had my uncle been in his right mind he would have let them go. Most likely he would have gone with them. But his mind is not his own. It is Wormtongue's to control.
I cry out in the night mourning for that which is not yet dead. My life constantly fading. There is little now that will bring me joy.
Eowyn
