"Alright Elves, to arms. We are going to have to be prepared in case the Daleks manage to break through. We have some miners and we have hit mithril- the only metal that can resist the daleks blasts. Instead of making armor and watching it die to the improved Daleks - like the Dwarves, we make arrows that should pierce their armor and destroy them. Do you understand?" asked Lasdir, to the East Lorien Brigade. With the fall of the West Lorien Brigade, Celeburn would've been appointed the new leader. But apparently, he wasn't because he believed that no matter how much we proceeded, the Daleks would always win. Lasdir thought he was wrong. That's why Lasdir was promoted instead. He turned around and saw the Elves were going to begin the forging of the mithril arrows. They were completing his orders. Everything was turning against them… until he saw the stranger.
Walking towards him with that swagger that he had never seen before. Undoubtedly not an elf. Casual, but tall. Not a dwarf or halfling. Human would be Lasdir's first assumption, but he did not recognise the figure, nor did he understand how one could be so relaxed after almost their entire species was enslaved.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor. And I've come to save your world."
*10th Doctor introduction theme plays… even though this is probably the War Doctor or maybe the Eighth Doctor… the names flash across the screen against the Time Vortex background… the TARDIS flies center screen as the blue turns red…*
*This story has only just begun.*