Din totdeauna mi-a plăcut senzaţia de imensitate care o ai în apropierea munţilor:
Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torchers blazed with light.
(The Hobbit lyrics)