User blog:Auraestus/History of glosur and Kheled-Arnin part 4: Rohan

(Time skip, about 50 years)

Glosur, marching with his now dead ranger friend, Gwaddyn, was making his way east to Weathertop, where he wanted to be buried. He was to be buried not n or atop weathertop, no, the poor man didn't have the heart to desecrate that sacred ground, he was to just be buried beside it. His last words to him was to make for Rohan, and make it to rohan he will. He doesn't know why he wants him to go to rohan, but he will, the man saved his life, so the least he could do was walk to a country. With him went a hobbit friend and a few rangers to escort them.

(Cue epic adventure music)

Note 1-

The Hobbit makes good food, and makes sure we don't starve, but one of the four rangers was killed the other day, an orc slit his throat during the patrols, on the very borders of eriador as well... we still have hope.

Note 2-

Two more rangers killed in enedwaith, killed by strange creatures, big and burley they were, but they had a large white hand imprinted on their chestplate.

Note 3-

Rohan, home of the horse lords, I am here. The Hobbit and ranger left some time ago, ill miss 'em, but I will live.

End notes

Glosur was walking on one of the roads in Rohan looking mightily strange, he was wearing hobbit clothes after all, largest size they had, and it was still tight across the chest. Then a rohirrim scouting party approached him, first pointing spears at him, and when they realized he was a dwarf, they lifted them up.

"Tell us, what is a dwarf doing in Rohan?" Asked their leader.

"Ah, I don't really know, I was told to come here by Gwaddyn, a friend of mine." Replied Glosur.

"Gwaddyn? He was a friend of my father, king Théoden, who has come rather, misty eyed as of late. However we were about to go on a party to kill Orcs in the Fords of Isen, but here, take one of the smaller horses, you are not far to Edoras, Eomer will no doubt let you in."

"Whats your name?" Said Glosur

"Théodred, prince of Rohan"

They then rode off into the west, towards the fords of Isen.