And I've now finished the War of the Ring. The main interest for me in this last section was @p404 onwards in which there are varied versions by Gimli and Legolas of their experience on the Paths of the Dead and subsequent events prior to their arrival at the Pelennor Fields. I really enjoyed this as I've always felt frustrated (perhaps too strong a word) by the brevity of the account, given its great significance for the outcome of the battle, in the LOTR.
One other point- p337- the eucatastrophe - at the siege of Gondor when the Lord of the Nazgul enters the gate in triumph and faces up with Gandalf.... "in that very moment away behind in some courtyard of the city a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that far above the shadows of death was now coming once again. And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns, great horns of the north wildly blowing. The riders of Rohan had come at last."
I remember reading somewhere of Tolkien giving this as an example in LOTR of eucatastrophe, and coming on this passage here unexpectedly, I suddenly understood the concept better than I had before - see below: ......when the “turn” comes, a catch of the breath, a beat and lifting of the heart.....
Here's the context of that quote from Tolkien in "On Fairy-stories":
The consolation of fairy-stories, the joy of the happy ending: or more correctly of the good catastrophe, the sudden joyous “turn” (for there is no true end to any fairy-tale): this joy, which is one of the things which fairy-stories can produce supremely well, is not essentially 'escapist', nor 'fugitive'. In its fairy-tale—or otherworld—setting, it is a sudden and miraculous grace: never to be counted on to recur. It does not deny the existence of dyscatastrophe, of sorrow and failure: the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance; it denies (in the face of much evidence, if you will) universal final defeat and in so far is evangelium, giving a fleeting glimpse of Joy, Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.
It is the mark of a good fairy-story, of the higher or more complete kind, that however wild its events, however fantastic or terrible the adventures, it can give to child or man that hears it, when the “turn” comes, a catch of the breath, a beat and lifting of the heart, near to (or indeed accompanied by) tears, as keen as that given by any form of literary art, and having a peculiar quality."