Merry stirred from his unconsciousness. He found himself in the great city of Annuminas- he had visited it once before. He looked around, and saw his vision was fuzzy, but there was Pippin, and Strider!
"Pippin! How did I get here? What happened? What were they?" said Merry sluggishly. He hadn't fully recovered from getting knocked out.
"Merry- Elessar- I fear we are in grave danger. Not just us. All of Middle Earth. They had something- a great object they called a Spaceship, an object that appears to sail through the sky, and through space, like our ships sail through water! They came to the Shire from the sky - the Daleks, they called themselves. They appeared to be golden, metallic, as if they were in a golden suit of armor. They had lights, like our fires, that turned on when they spoke, and a blue light on what I think is their eyestalk. They have one arm for moving things, and one arm that can shoot light- lethal light, that kills instantly," said Pippin, "the Shire burns. None of it is left. Every hobbit besides us- captured or killed. They mentioned something about a workforce, too- perhaps for mining? In fact, the Daleks themselves can fly relatively quickly. I don't know…"
"This is worse than I feared! I must alert all the realms immediately! The remaining Elves, the Gondorians, the Rohirrim, the Dwarves of Ered Luin, the Dwarves of Erebor, the Dwarves of Khazad Dum, and the rest of the people under my domain!" cried Elessar, and he immediately sent out his 20 heralds to each of the kingdoms.
"This could be the end… in fact, even their ships have the power to shoot the lights! Lasers, I think they should be called. Can these… Daleks… ever be stopped?" announced Merry, before he passed out again.
