"We are nearing Moria and are almost through Dunland. We shall recruit some of the Dwarves there. They have already sent most of their mithril ahead to Annuminas because of Elessar, which was a mistake, but we shall take them and we shall get the mithril and we shall be VICTORIOUS! FOR MEN! FOR MIDDLE EARTH!" cried Eldarion.
But the sky darkened. The horde looked up- and saw the Dalek ship. Suddenly, out of the ship poured Daleks. Not 1,000, not 2,000, but 5,000,000 Daleks. About 10,000 men vs 5,000,000 Daleks. They should've fled as soon as they saw it. But they stood their ground.
"Incoming! Archers- open fire! Launch arrows!" shouted Eldarion to his archers. Arrows flew up into the sky. But it wasn't enough. The arrows bounced off the forceshields, off the Dalekanium, without denting them.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" cried the Daleks as they landed and began launching their lasers, ki
"CHARGE! BREAK THEM, SMASH THEM, SLASH AT THEM, KILL THEM ALL!" shouted Eldarion as he and 250 Tower Watch of Gondor charged at the Daleks.
"Sir! They are impervious to our arrows! They are protected! I think they are invulnerable! How can we defeat such a powerful foe?" cried one of the archers. As hundreds of men started to fall with no Dalek casualties, Eldarion gave his answer.
"We can't… we have lost. There is no escape against them, however. Fight to the end! Whether it be grim or satisfactory, fight to the end! If we bring even one down with us, call it a victory and a great day! Death! Death!"
