"Woah, this thing is bigger on the inside."
"Yeah, I get that a lot. Gimli said that as soon as he entered, and then Legolas said 'That's because you're short,'" quickly responded the Doctor. Legolas and Gimli chuckled.
"Well, hey there, elves! You're lucky we saved you then," said Gimli, who followed it up with, "Legolas, add two to the save count. Mines higher than yours now!"
"I saved them too, Gimli, so, nice try. 51-50 once more."
"..."
I looked around. This room had things that boggled my mind. A pillar that seemed to move without falling, without being pushed. Buttons everywhere that lit up and made lights glow. Everything was… so advanced.
"What is this?"
"This is my TARDIS."
"What… does it do?"
"It can travel through time and relative dimensions in space."
"Then let's get back to the council room before they slaughter everyone!"
I looked over at Celibana, who was lying back in a chair, most likely asleep or unconscious again. I settled down next to her. That magic must've really exhausted her. The Doctor began to speak again.
"Right. Councilroom - the present."
The machine whirred and suddenly he said,
"We're here."
"But… but Doctor! Nothing has move…"
The Doctor merely opens the door.
"Pretty cool, right?" said Legolas, "It literally travels through space and time. The Doctor came to save us before the Daleks razed Fangorn Forest where me and Gimli were travelling."
I took Celibana and carried her through the doors. The arrival of the Doctor, Gimli, and Legolas certainly triggered reactions with many of the Elves, as well as me and Celibana's surprise appearances.
"I'm back," I said, "and I've brought some friends with me."
"Legolas! My… my son!" cried Thranduil. He ran - like Elves never do - and hugged his son. He was nearly crying. "I thought… I thought you were dead."
"Not yet, dad."
"Lasdir! Is Celibana alright?" said Celeborn, clearly concerned for his daughter.
"She's alive but unconscious at the moment," I responded.
"Well there's problem number one. The Daleks will break through our shield in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…"
The next sound was the sound of a shield shattering, followed quickly by a sound I had learned to dread. Four syllables, each conveying death and destruction and pure hatred. A sound that made me know the Daleks were coming.
"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!"
Time seemed to slow down. The Dalek rays fired in, and the massacre began. There was a cry - from the Doctor, I think - of "GET TO THE TARDIS!" but it seemed impossible to move. Within just a few moments, half the Elves in the room were dead. I watched as the already disheartened Celeburn raised his hands in surrender and get blasted, dead. The end times had come for the Elven people.
That's when the light shined through. The roof collapsed, and one seemingly elderly man fell through. He whirled out a staff and pulled out a blade - Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer, forged in Gondolin by Turgon himself, so the legends go. Then the new figure spoke, his voice booming, most likely even intimidating the Daleks.
"You… Shall… Not… PASS!"
