The next day did not really physically, outwardly reflect what the people of Rohan were truly feeling. Those who were close to Theodred were permitted to pay their respected to his empty body. Morgolwen went into the room first, but she did not stay because she could not stand accepting all of the pitiful glances from everyone who passed. She saw Eowyn enter the room last, after everyone had left. Eowyn looked very beautiful. She wore a white gown with a long belt trimmed in gold and silver. She requested to be alone in the room and everyone respected her wishes. As Morgolwen exited, she passed by Grima. She glances an icy stare, but moved quickly by. She knew that Eowyn could take care of herself around Wormtongue, so she didn't bother to go back to Eowyn's side when she saw him.
She made her way to the market to gather goods for the funeral feast. When she had made her way down the hill a bit, she glanced up to see Eowyn standing on the ledge in front of Meduseld. The wind was catching her hair. It was so windy that day that a flag that Eowyn was standing near ripped right off the pole and flew away from the city. As she looked at Eowyn she noticed that her gaze had been caught by something beyond the city. She then heard a commotion near the front gate to the city and she saw the gates swung open to greet some travelers. She stood to the side of the road as the riders passed. They appeared strange to her. There was an old man with a white beard all dressed in white, a man with long blonde hair who was fairer than any she had ever seen, a small man who looked quite rustic with his long scruffy beard, and then there was another man who appeared to be a ranger of the North. When she looked up to spy her lady again she saw that she was gone. She was eager to find out who these strange travelers were and what business they had in the city, but she had to gather the food for the feast first.
Much time had passed before she was able to make her way back to the hall. She had all the food ordered for delivery to the hall and ran back to find out what was going on.
As she got closer to the hall she saw the doors flung open and a body was tossed out of them. She stopped in surprise when she saw that this person was Wormtongue. He was flung down the stairs by a man who she recognized, but didn't recognize at the same time. She saw the company of riders come out onto the ledge with her lady. It wasn't until she heard the familiar man speak that she realized that it was Theoden. At this point he was drawing his sword and advancing on Wormtongue. Just as he was about to strike the ranger stopped him and spoke something softly to him. Wormtongue ran down the remaining stairs and pushed his way through the crowd, The ranger then turned and announced the king to his people. Morgolwen dropped to knees and everyone followed. Morgolwen had no clue who these travelers were, but whatever they did, they performed some sort of miracle here today. Just then, she heard the king mutter, "Where's my son?" Morgolwen felt cold when she heard these words. She rose and began to make her way up the stairs to her king.
