"Attention Emperor! Dalek Y's ship has captured the halflings of the Shire! They may be useful in the workforce. We still detect signs of halflings on the planet- it appears two halflings have escaped captivity, but this is of minor importance," reported Dalek Z.

"Send down another ship! All lifeforms will be imprisoned or exterminated! From the ruins of this planet, shall come forth new Daleks! Strong Daleks! Daleks that shall exterminate all life in existence and turn Gallifrey into dust!" declared the Dalek Emperor.

Pippin walked so hard. The sun was rising- had it been 6 hours since the attack?. He leant on his crutch- age hadn't helped him very much. He had Merry with him, but he'd passed out, and he had to carry him. Pippin was the Thain of all the Tooks, and Merry was the Master of Buckland. They had escaped the Daleks, but where would they go? The answer- Arnor, the North Kingdom, taken from the grave by the King Elessar. He would go to the Grand City of Annuminas, the Capital of the Kingdoms of Men.

Elessar rode to the gates of Annuminas, as he did every dawn. Built in the stone mountain to the north, it had a distinctive style of Numenorean structure. Elendil had forged it, and now Elessar, his descendent, ruled once more within it. He reached down to his side. Anduril, his blade, was there. He saw the sun rise- it was a red dawn. Blood had been spilt for the first time since the War of the Ring ended. This was a serious issue for Aragorn, Elessar, High King of All Men- a slaughter, a battle, it could result in a civil war.

Little did Elessar know that a civil war would be the least of his worries in only five minutes. He saw hobbits running towards the city. Two- two who were exceptionally tall and two hobbits that he recognized. Merry and Pippin!