here my elfer:
Can you feel it? You seem smaller ... faster ... pointier ... elfier. You too can ride horses in fictitious English countryside settings while spouting utterly wooden, pretentious lines, wishing you were back at home smoking a bowl instead of questing with two hairy toadpeople who clearly wish they were smoking eachother.
Nevertheless. Courageous to the core, your elf name is:
Oakhand Granitebottom
Now all you must do is seek out the one true ring. If you know what we mean, fnar fnar.
hahahahaa, that ****s funny.