It is perhaps not unnatural that in England, the land where the love of the delicate and fine has often reappeared in art, fancy should in this matter turn towards the dainty and diminutive, as in France it went to court and put on powder and diamonds.
Yet I suspect that this flower-and-butterfly minuteness was also a product of “rationalization,” which transformed the glamour of Elfland into mere finesse, and invisibility into a fragility that could hide in a cowslip or shrink behind a blade of grass.
No LOTR elf who stands taller than men can hide in a cowslip or slip behind a blade of grass. Mrs. Trump definitely has the height. Altho they were better at camo than anything down at the Walmart :) probably why y'all can't see me here most days. i'm lurkin in elvish camo.