There was a story written by Ray Bradbury many years ago - can't remember the name of it, it was in his Illustrated Man anthology. In the story, everybody in the world woke up one morning and started talking to each other about a dream they had, and it turned out everybody everywhere had the same dream. It was about The End. The End of what? Time? Space? Humanity? It was never really spelled out, but somehow everybody just KNEW, like a book that was on the last page, about to be closed, that that day would be their last. The funny thing was, nobody did anything particularly exceptional - they just sort of peacefully accepted it and were a little bit more loving to each other that day. I would not be at all surprised if the End Times (whatever they may be) play out in such a fashion.
But who knows? Perhaps Tolkien was right. Maybe we just wake up one day in Rivendell with Sam, Frodo and the gang, and all is well, and the chosen really do get to venture to the Undying Lands while the rest of us just go back to our homes and live happily ever after.
Shame that the WT looks down upon the Lord of the Rings trilogy, especially the last one. Their depiction of the End of All Things is actually quite moving and believable and could be faith-strengthening in its own way. Especially since the WT is so vague about just what the hell is actually going to happen at Armageddon. They just tell us to shut up and believe, Big J will take care of it and details aren't important.
Although we do occasionally get some cringe-inducing fanfic from JWs about Armageddon, always prominently featuring JWs rejoicing over the death of all the Satanic Evil Non JWs and happily moving into the beautiful homes of those who were just struck down by their loving god...