Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien, strangely enough.
Pervinca Stoor was not your average hobbit.
And before you think that my previous line was a disgustingly cliché way of starting a fic about a beautiful, tall, magical and slim hobbit who becomes the Tenth Walker and falls in love with Legolas/Aragorn/Frodo/Boromir/Sam/Merry/Pippin/Gimli/Gandalf/Gollum/All of the above, you should re-evaluate your opinions, to be perfectly honest.
Because Pervinca Stoor really wasn't the type.
Not only was she spotty, she was greasy-haired, squinty and was rather chubby. And of course, she suffered from that lovely ailment, stinking foot fungus. Yes, you read that correctly. Stinking foot fungus. The type that can make old ladies faint. (And a few hardened young hoodlums, too.) It was trench foot standard, a sort of medical nightmare.
No wonder she only had three toes altogether...
Unfortunately, Miss Stoor was in for a bit of a shock.
Because, she had a case of foot fungus, three toes, an aversion to exercise and an awful lot of walking to do.