When they asked for a volunteer I'd jump up and down and scream 'Me! Me!' And if the wise ones made the mistake of actually letting me do it... I'd be bossy at the rest of the fellowship, refuse to go to Moria, and succumb to the evil temptations of the Master Ring very fast... I'd take it to Minas Tirith and put it on and try to RULE Minas Tirith... only to get beaten by Sauron and end up licking his dirty boots or worse...
I'm not hero material, you see...
On the other hand, I may not be evil overlord wannabe material either, so maybe I'd take the ring, grow weary of the burden, and hand it over to good old Sam... who'd quite possibly fail, as it'd take two of me to carry him to Mt. Doom...
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Wistful, willful, wingless, fly!
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