Meet Figwit, an elf whose sole claim to fame was standing around in the background of the Council of Elrond scene, the one where Frodo volunteers to take the ring to Mordor.
Her shoes were starting to feel tight, the sides bending outward around her big, growing feet.
She groaned as her whole body rumbled, swelling slightly with the promise of growth.
It had two stems, which twisted around one another in a sort of spiral shape.
Derpy felt something flat and cool on top of her tongue.
Now at more than seven and a half feet tall, Derpy was only a foot away from the ceiling.
It tasted incredible; she moaned softly as she swallowed.
There are so many of us out there that an annual convention is held every year.