I have seen the travelers! They walked through the village a little while after I wrote that last entry. The Elf is tall with collar-bone length hair, the color of gold. He wore a green tunic and leggings. The Man was also tall, his dark hair fell down to just above his shoulders and he wore all black. The Dwarf is short, he would only reach my neck if he was measured against me, his long red beard had braids in it and his hair was hidden by an interesting helmet. The Wizard wore all white and had a long white beard. He held a white staff, perhaps it is just a walking stick... no it was not just a thing for and old man to lean on, there was more to this staff, though I do not know what and even if I did I probably could not describe it with words. The one thing that really stood out about these travelers is their cloaks, green-brown in color they had some kind of... I don't know... almost mystical look to them, oh well. They went into the room in which King Théoden of Rohan is in. They have been inside for almost an hour, I wonder what they are doing. Oh, there they are, and the King is with them, though at first I could hardly recognize him for he looks close to forty years younger. Also one known as Grima WormTounge came out with them, or more like was pushed out for he came falling down the stairs. I can see them from my bedroom window, which I am looking out of now. It is quite amusing that Grima is named WormTounge, for in my opinion he looks similar to a worm or other insect, my mother is appalled when I say such things. Oh no! I now write with my back turned to the window, for I think King Théoden is going to strike WormTounge with Herugrim (for that is what the King's sword is named). I glance over my shoulder and see that the Man of the four travelers stopped the King. WormTounge is now riding north. I must go now, my mother is calling. She says something about a funeral, probably Theodred's, he is the King's son. Well farewell until I write again.