Well, presuming I was a man and not a woman sitting decently in the house while all the fighting went on without me, I would want to be one of the Rohirrim. War horses and plumed helmets and a norse-styled sword for me, thanks.
Sophe
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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