Distance
For years all we have done is travel. My people have pitched their tents outside the Black Gate of Mordor, with little hope of ever seeing their distant homes again. Thousands have fallen already, thousands more shall do so soon.
But what is distance? We are a mere half-league from the Gate into Annatar's realm, and yet when we meet with our foes in battle there, the road could not seem longer. And for any who have the fortune to return to their homeland after this siege is over? They truly shall cover leagues before the day of homecoming draws nigh, but what will that matter? They are going home.
Ah, yes, the road is long, but the distance is short.