1462 Shire Reckoning. The Fourth Age. It was the end of Day One of Samwell Gamgee's 5th term as Mayor, and it had been nearly 40 years since Frodo had destroyed the One Ring. High King Elessar of Men had granted the hobbits true self government. Sam stepped into the doors of Bag End as the moon was nearly halfway across the sky and fell into the arms of Rosie Gamgee, his loving wife.
"Sam, your back. How did your fifth term go? I know the vote was more difficult within the council this time… honey, was it all right?" asked Rosie.
"Yes, Rosie. It was fi- WHAT THE $^^$ IS THAT?" shouted Sam, as suddenly a giant brown object passed over the sky. Suddenly, a beam of green light shot out of it and smashed into a hobbit hole. The hobbit hole exploded and burned in a giant cascade of fire.
"Exterminate! Exterminate! Eliminate all life! Exterminate!" cried a legion of objects exiting the giant object in a horrible synonymous, emotionless fashion.
Sam was horrified and terrified at the same time. What devilry of Sauron was this? Had Sauron somehow survived the destruction of the Ring? Perhaps it was Saruman? Or was this some other force at work, not the work of Sauron or Saruman? That had to be a possibility, considering neither of them had this destructive power. He couldn't take it anymore. They had already slaughtered a huge number of hobbits.
"You are all prisoners of the Daleks! You will obey! You will obey!" cried one of them.
"Follow us into the spaceship! Or else- you and your family will be exterminated!"
The hobbits reluctantly followed the objects- the Daleks, as they called themselves- lead. Finally, the last of the hobbits to go were Sam, Rosie, and their daughter Elanor. They all boarded the giant brown thing- spaceship they had called it- as it had landed on top of some of the homes. The doors closed, and it took off. They were Prisoners of the Daleks!
