I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

There cannot be any 'story' without a fall - all stories are ultimately about the fall - at least not for human minds as we know them and have them.

The Resurrection was the greatest ‘eucatastrophe’ possible in the greatest Fairy Story — and produces that essential emotion: Christian joy which produces tears because it is qualitatively so like sorrow, because it comes from those places where Joy and Sorrow are at one, reconciled, as selfishness and altruism are lost in Love.

All shall love me and despair.

And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.

I'd got hobbits on my hands hadn't I?

Of the twelve companions of Thorin, ten remained. Fili and Kili had fallen defending him with shield and body, for he was their mother’s elder brother.