I pointed out elsewhere that, in the last several years, we D&Ders had sorta gone through our own Battle of Unnumbered Tears (ala Tolkien's 5th Battle.)
I stand by that.
But Morgoth got his in the end, and at the hands of elves too.
In our metaphor, our Hobby will endure and triumph over Adversary (Adversary meaning: economic trouble, industry squabbles, and all the other things people might point to.)
Morgoth couldn't do anything more than kill the bodies of the elves, who were reborn into themselves after a sojourn in the Halls of Mandos.
Again, to use the metaphor, you cannot eradicate the Imagination and the capacity to Dream. And we Gamers like to do a lot of both.
Cheers to us.
(Of course, we may yet have to endure the metaphorical equivalent of Turin telling us how invulnerable Nargothrond is, Turgon refusing to listen to a Vala and instead listening to Maeglin, Doriath and the Dwarves destroying each other over a cruddy piece of glass, etc, etc... lol ... before Earendil hits the scene, and the Hobby roars back bigtime.)