Birth

Darkness.  Then into the world.  I know things.  I am not myself or who I think I am.  I know I am about to be born into a world that is not my own.  That my choices carry little weight and freedom is an illusion.  But it is a thing to do.  Better than the nothingness.
I know I am going to a place called Middle Earth.  I know of it but only in the most general terms.  I also know that it is but one of many versions of the same place.  It is the first of the choices and at a guess I step into one called Landoval.
And then I have to answer a question; who am I?

Gudmar, Dwarven Warshield.