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Bodily functions destroy romanticism for those people who cannot quite reconcile them with life itself.
I don't really know if Tolkien had that problem.
For me, a passing mention of an Elf pooping under a rosebush wouldn't really be bothersome. It would, however, be pretty funny.
But the point is, Tolkien wasn't interested in the day-to-day basics of life.
Worrying about Elves pooping under rosebushes occurs probably as the result of a desire to be transplanted to Middle Earth, and the sudden question of "would I really fit in there, if I have to poop"?
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