Board Thread:Custom Lore Development/@comment-25344655-20160611040100

Glosur stood in the Silver Tower, overlooking the vast plains of Middle-earth, feeling the cool breeze blow down from the north through the foggy White Mountains he had called home for thousands of years. He smiled at the sprawling land around him, of all the worlds he has travelled to the vastness of Arda somehow outdid them all. Glosur was brought out of his pondering when footsteps were heard coming up the tower. Glosur turned with a questioning gaze.

"What are you doing up here, the tower is off limits t-"

His voice was caught in his throat at the person who stood before him, a tall man looking vaguely like Glosur, with the same dirty blonde hair. He held a staff in his arms and dressed in clothing deemed 'Otherworldly' by the people of middle-earth. The Man looked at Glosur and smiled.

"Glosur, you have been through so much. So many wars, so many conflicts. Hell, your own mind isn't right anymore, you don't even know how you came to be in the entirity of time, you need help."

Glosur, for the first time ever looked astonished, lost for words, he stumbled out a few things.

"Of c-course I do! I was a glitch in time, you of all people should know that."

"But yet at the same time you remember thinking you were born in the Blue Mountains as a dwarf, or descended from a long lost alien race. Please, come home with me, its time to stop running. Stop blocking the pain. It was eons ago."

"I will not, brother." 