
J. R. R. Tolkien
Engraved after Gustave Doré
A ring that should have been destroyed three thousand years ago is found in a hobbit's pocket, and nine walk south to take it back to the fire it came from. The company forms at Rivendell, crosses under a mountain instead of over it, loses its wizard in the dark, and comes apart on the riverbank.
Doré's Dante is the case for this. He spent years on descent — figures moving down through vaulted dark, always dwarfed, always lit from a source off-frame — and Moria is that same descent with the theology removed.
The Fellowship is also structurally a Doré book: a small band crossing enormous indifferent country, which is what nearly every plate he ever cut was already about.
The river. The last stretch is a journey down water between cliffs, and Doré's engravers were unmatched at moving water under low light — the boats at Amon Hen are the plate the whole cycle was built toward.