The Dalek Invasion of…Middle-Earth
"My Lord, the pens for the new minions are ready," Grima Wormtongue said, bowing deeply.
"Good." Saruman rumbled. He rose, covered the Palantir and descended to the ground floor of Orthanc. He left the Tower, Wormtongue on his heels, and swept into the courtyard of Isenguard. He made a stand before a single pen, small enough for just one individual, and grounded his staff.
"Master?" Wormtongue asked. "Will you not bring through an entire army?"
"One will be brought through. It will be examined, and when its place in my plans is known, then and entire army will be brought." Saruman started chanting, a beam of light coming from the orb on his staff, spreading to form a portal.
From through the portal, a rough shape emerged. It was slightly taller than a dwarf, made of metal, a slightly conical hump with three long, thin protrusions. One of the protrusions glowed blue.
"Creature," Saruman proclaimed. "I am your new Master. I am Saruman of Many Colours."
"Sar. U. Man." A harsh, shrill, grating voice emerged from the…thing. "I. Am. A. Dah-Lek. We. Are. Superior. You. Are. Inferior. Exterminate!"
A beam of light emerged from one of the lower protrusions. Saruman ducked, the beam missing his head. He heard Wormtongue retreating, and followed him to the doorway to Orthanc.
The creature pursued, moving leglessly over the uneven ground. It stopped at the foot of the stairs to the door. The blue light pointed at Saruman, then the stairs, then back. It shot another beam of light, but the angle was wrong, merely scorching the stone.
"It has impressive weaponry, my Lord," Wormtongue commented.
"It is rebellious and insufficiently mobile," Saruman ruled. "It is not a worthy addition to the forces."
He slammed his staff into the ground. The orb glowed, and the portal flared. The Dah-Lek was sucked back, and the portal vanished.