Morgolwen woke before dawn the next day. She had slept very uneasily. She dreamt of a giant dark cloud that overtook the city and caused it to burn. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She tried to scream, but could not. She tried to run, but could not. All she could do was stand there and hear the screams of those being overtaken by this shadow. She awoke with a start, drowned in her own sweat. Again she felt comforted by the fact that she didn't have the gift to foresee the future, but she was shaken, nevertheless. She put on a robe and went out to wash herself at the well. She could not cater to the guards' breakfast looking like this.

Once she was clean again she dressed herself in a simple earth toned gown with flowing sleeves and a belt woven of horse hair and adorned with stone beads. She made her way up to the Golden Hall to being her daily duties. She cooked a breakfast of brown bread, sausage, and jam for the guards of the hall who were still within the city. She did not see Eowyn this morning. Perhaps she was still sleeping. She needed it, so it did not bother Morgolwen that she was not present. When the guards were done with the breakfast she took all of the dirty dishes to be washed by the scullery help. At least she didn't have to worry about that dirty part of the meals. She now decided that she needed to shop for food items to be served for the noon supper. She put on her cloak and headed out into the town to visit the market for some fresh meats, fruits, and vegetables. There would probably not be many to choose from, but some was better than none at all. With the lands being under siege they did not get in as much produce from the outer lying villages as they used to. Many families were starving for food and lived off of the left overs from the Golden Hall itself.

As she exited the front of the hall she passed by her brother and was greeted, though not cheerfully.

"What troubles you, brother?" she asked.

"I have seen many crows flying about the lands as of late. It makes me uneasy. A red sun rose this morning, and I have a fear that the day will not be a merry one," answered Gamling. "Go, sister, do not worry yourself with tidings of war and ill news. It should not be of your worry to fret over such things." He bowed his head to his sister and sent her on her way.

As she went down the stairs a chill wind blew and her hair gleamed in the sun. In the distance she could see clouds of dust being kicked up into the air.

"Morgolwen!" cried her brother from behind. He looked startled. "Go find the Lady Eowyn and send her to the hall at once."

"But where shall I look, brother?"

"She left early this morning to gather more cloth for when the men return. She should be in the town somewhere. Go, quickly!" Gamling made a gesture of haste to Morgolwen, and she was off.

She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. Before long she heard the horns of the Rohirrim blowing. With the sounds of the horns she saw Eowyn run out from a shop not too far in front of where she was standing. Eowyn was dressed in a rich green gown with a golden belt and golden trim. The dress was lined with a fabric of a leafy design. She looked radiant in the morning sun, but her face was not displaying any of this radiance in her feelings to match it. She had heard the horns as well, and knew that some, if not all, of the Rohirrim were returning. Eowyn began to run towards the front gates. She did not see Morgolwen behind her. Morgolwen ran after Eowyn, for she too was eager to see who would accompany the sound of the horn. She caught up to Eowyn inside the front gates.

"My lady!" she cried, nearly out of breath from the run.

"They have returned," spoke Eowyn, with a blank look on her face.

"My lady, my brother has requested that you come to the Golden Hall immediately, though he did not say why," instructed Morgolwen.

"No. I will remain here until I know that my brother and my cousin have returned safely. The Lord Gamling, or whoever he speaks for, can wait for my return," returned Eowyn.

The two ladies waited by the gates. Before long they could hear the trampling of hundreds of horses and then another horn blew. With that sound, the gates were drawn open and the Rohirrim began to make their way through. They were going by at a very fast pace and paid no heed to anyone who was watching. Both Eowyn and Morgolwen saw Eomer at the front of the line, though. Morgolwen dropped the empty basket she was carrying at her side. Eomer was carrying a seriously wounded Theodred on his horse with him. Theodred looked like a dead body. His head just lulled back and forth, and Eomer was using all of his strength to keep him from falling off of his horse. The look on Eomer's face was that of fear. Eowyn spoke no words. Her hand went onto Morgolwen's shoulder briefly, but she was then off and running after her brother. Morgolwen stood there for a moment. She did not want to believe what she had seen. She stood frozen as more and more horsemen quickened their pace past her. She felt tears well up inside, but she fought them. She would not let her guard down until she knew what the true circumstances of the situation were. She slowly picked up her basket and began to walk after the horsemen. She was both anxious and hesitant to make it to the Golden Hall. The wind blew in her hair, and she held her composure as she made her way back to the steps of the Golden Hall, looking as pale as the newly blooming Simbelmyne.