"Ered Luin completely harvested of mithril. Required mithril levels raised to 88% complete. 43% of estimated mithril in Middle Earth is now in Dalek hands," stated one subordinate Dalek to Dalek Y.

"GOOD. YES. This is going extremely, extremely well. I can feel all the SUFFERING! THE DEATH! THE GLORY OF THE DALEKS!"

Dalek Y was flying over the Ered Luin as the last of the Robomen were being moved. They would go to the High Pass, or Gundabad, or Moria. Those were the locations of the three most prominent remaining mithril veins. They had already cleared the Balrogs in the High Pass and Gundabad. All was set for total Dalek supremacy.

But finally, it happened.

"Dalek Y! Dalek Y! Sensors indicate seismic disturbance within the sea!"

"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? Why was this not PREDICTED?!"

"It is clearly not natural!"

"WHAATTT? This must be the Doctor's doing! Dalek X is supposed to have him dead by now. Get the thronic missiles to bring down that shield."

"Understood. I will report. But what of the seism-"

"IT IS OF NO IMPORTANCE! If the Doctor is dead, it will certainly stop."

It was not the Doctor causing these disturbances.

At the depths of the ocean, Ulmo marched. His mere footsteps were shaking this world as he prepared to return to Middle Earth for the first time in eons.

Aule journeyed through the depths of the world, approaching the Misty Mountains through tunnels so deep that even Dwarves could not delve so far.

Manwe flew above, ready to seize the control of the skies from the Daleks and their petty fleet of spaceships.

And the rest, waiting on Valinor, prepared a route skipping through the fabric of this reality using the power of Lorien.

The Daleks would have no idea what would hit them.