Note from the Author: Sorry about the two day delay! My mistake- I was slightly sick. In the future, I will make sure to update once a day, every day.

King Elessar was sitting as the last of the mithril arrived in Annuminas in the early morning. In the last group, carrying the most mithril, came Dwalin.

"Umm… sir… I have something to report," said Dwalin, a powerful and extraverted Dwarven Lord. He was part of the group that killed the Dragon Smaug and reclaimed the Lonely Mountain way over one hundred years ago. If he was this cautious, something must be very wrong. Perhaps a new Balrog had come?

"What happened? Tell me, please. I am curious. Have you discovered another Balrog in the depths of Moria?" asked Elessar.

"No sir. The Gondorian/Rohirrim host was intercepted by a legion of Daleks. They fought bravely. None survived- what's more, little to no Dalek casualties. Eldarion was in that horde, my king. He is dead. There are no more survivors," said Dwalin. As he said it, he stuttered and weeped. This is sad news for us all, thought Elessar. The South Kingdoms of Men can provide nothing more. And 10,000 good men have had their lives wasted.

"SIR! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! A DALEK SPACESHIP HAS LANDED OUTSIDE!" cried a captain of the Arnorian Guard.

"We cannot fight back. I will go out and issue a declaration of surrender. Middle Earth has fallen into the darkness. And there… is no way out. Send the heralds. Tell everyone of our defeat and surrender. The Realm of Men… has failed," said Elessar, and he walked out.

Dwalin fled. He had the mithril and the other Dwarves. They escaped Annuminas under the cover of night while the Daleks spoke to Elessar. They rushed to the High Pass to meet up with the other Dwarf Kings.