"Attention Daleks. I have been sent by the Dalek Emperor to take control of this vessel. We are to intercept the human resistance that is coming northwards to Arnor. Elessar has mithril there- gifts from the Dwarves mining in Moria. Our priority target is Moria, but this army MUST be neutralized before we can reach that. Prepare battle stations immediately. We are moving in now. Move to battle stations now," ordered Dalek Y as he entered one of the smaller ships. It wasn't as big or powerful, or containing quite as many Daleks as the Emperor's ship. But it would be enough. The humans had no idea what is coming for them. Dalek Y moved to his battle station along with all of the other Daleks. They would exterminate every human passing through Dunland.

"Dalek Emperor. I wish to be put in control of a ship. The human capital is Annuminas. I will fly the ship there and force the humans into submission. Any dissenters will die. The rest will begin harvesting this world for mithril!" said one of the Daleks, namely Dalek Z.

"Permission granted. Dalek X, will you take control of the third ship I am calling in? The forces of Arda may be more strong willed than I would desire. Destroy them all!"

Lasdir walked throughout Amon Lanc as usual. He was patrolling, on guard, also as usual. During the day, this was Lasdir's job. At night, he would sit and look at the moon and stars. Lasdir truly was more awake at night, and never really slept. He had been appointed second general to the East Lorien Elf Brigade that would be mustered the next day. Simultaneously, a Mirkwood Elf Brigade, and a West Lorien Elf Brigade would be formed. The other Elven Settlements, namely Rivendell and the Grey Havens, had not yet sent their confirmation. Very few Elves dwelt there nowadays- most of their inhabitants had left in what the remaining Elves called the "Great Migration," which ended the Third Age as Elrond, Galadriel, Cirdan, Gandalf, Frodo, Bilbo, and most of the High Elves passed across the sea.

Celeburn was first general- no surprise there. He was already drilling the Brigade. Lasdir remained on guard- patrolling. It was his duty. He would give orders, and he was well respected for the diligence of his job. The Elves would obey. As he was patrolling, he noticed something on the ground.

"What is this? What Elf would have the insolence to drop this on the ground? I feel insulted! Do they think is worth my time to pick this up?" angrily asked Lasdir. He quickly bent down, picked up the crumbled piece of lembas bread, and then he threw it into a disposal tunnel. "What a waste of a good piece of lembas bread," Lasdir stated, now more calm that it had been disposed of. Lasdir began patrolling again. The sun continued to cross through the sky.

Lasdir saw Celibana leave the palace. She gracefully pushed open the gate and left. Lasdir, at first, wondered why she was leaving- but he realized. At the age of 215, every High Elf has to take a magical test to see if they apply for the High Ones or the Military. Lasdir had succeeded his, as had Celeburn, and many other Elves. But the question was- will Celibana succeed? No wonder Celeborn had not left that morning! Celibana, should she fail, may disgrace him forever- and it would certainly embarrass her!

Lasdir started to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time, but he pushed it down. There was no reason to start that now. The Daleks would conquer Middle Earth should he not be vigilant- and possibly if he was vigiliant- and Lasdir had no time for any of that feeling, not now at least. He made some more steps.