Re-reading the Lord of the Rings, Chapter 56

The striking thing about the third chapter of the sixth book is just how much Frodo and Sam use Sauron's infrastructure, there's no strength left for hiding - and no water - and all the cross-country they're still able to manage is to cut from the road to Barad-Dûr to the road from Barad-Dûr, but when they reach the latter, it's if they found an address, a memory of the Ringwraith coming to Bagshot Row in the third chapter of the first book and of Bilbo's word that there is only but one road.

They're at the place, there actually is a place called the Cracks of Doom. It doesn't matter that they are in Mordor, it feels like a return to civilisation, like a big factory hall perhaps. The weariness disappears and Frodo, Sam and Gollum make their last moves under the dominating shadow of Sauron's power - a power from whose ward its master has turned, leaving it open, but still it dwells there and exerts its influence, like a big cat perhaps that has been left lying around at some place.

But by happenstance some harm comes to the cat and its master is inconsolable.

Frodo and Sam however have come to the end of their tale and live happily ever after, no matter under which circumstances nor for how long.