I worked at a camp with a lake in North Dakota this last summer, and certain LotR-loving friends and I would look across the lake to a place we called the Shire because it seemed very like a place in the Shire. It was gentle hills that came right to the water's edge covered in leafy, gnarled trees; something you would see in England or the Shire.
I have four little metal knights I have given LotR names: Hama for one that looks quite Anglo Saxon (named for the Hama of old, not for Theoden's guard), Beregond for the one in full armour with round shield, Ecthelion (Steward of Gondor, Denethor's father) for the one with a fleur-de-lis on his breastplate that could be the White Tree, and Eldarion (Elessar's son) for the one with a huge sword that looks like it should be lying in stone on a tomb.
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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.
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