Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-25344655-20141101013625

"I did not come for aid, Aule, I came for a person to return."

"Glosur, my son, you know very well I cannot return people from Valinor, and only once did I make an acceptation, you."

"Quiet! No one must know of my true form yet! Now hush about that! Please Aule, you know as well as I that Middle-earth is in need of him."

Aule visibly sighs, but he knows that he is in Glosur's debt, so shortly after their conversation a boat sailed into the Grey Havens and a figure stepped out. He was clothed in white and bore a white staff. Gandalf the White. Before vanishing, he muttered: "Eru is going to kill me"

(I know Gandalf arriving is not Lore-friendly but I felt we needed a plot twist)

"What am I doing back here...?" Said Gandalf looking at the Havens.

Soon after he spotted Glosur. At which he tilted his head curiously at the Dwarf in front of him. He was dressed oddly for a dwarf, unlike the Greyish tone of the Iron Hills and Erebor, nor the Blue tint of the Blue Mountains.

"Young Dwarf, where do you hail!"

"Gandalf the White I can certainly tell you that I am not young, but another time perhaps. For now you may call me Glosur of the White Mountains! Claimer of Carn Dum and Dain's halls in the Grey Mountains. The dwarves are not the same as the ones that you left in the Thrid Age my friend."

Gandalf looked astonished, before letting out a joyous laugh which cheered up the darkest of souls.

"My dear Glosur! Your kin had me worried for their fate. But under your rule they have prospered!"

"Indeed, but not all is well in Middle-earth come follow me."