The world was fair, the mountains tall In Elder Days before the fall...
He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.
I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.
Over hill and under hill
What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees Up, up it goes, And yet never grows? A mountain.