"Dalek Y! Unnatural disturbances detected in the crust of the planet!" stated one Dalek to its commanding officer.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT IS GOING ON?! EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN!" screamed Dalek Y. Dalek Y was currently in the High Pass, and they were finishing extracting all the minerals within. He left the High Pass and examined the mountain where it was under. He could sense the seismic disturbances even now. Then, as he stared upon the mountain of Caradhras, greatest of the Misty Mountains, he saw it crumble into pieces. Emerging from it was the figure of a bearded man, twenty foot tall, wielding a hammer. The rocks spun up and flew around him, an embodiment of his might. Aule, Lord of the Earth and creator of Dwarves, had come.

"The Aratar have come! Rise, brethren, and let us show these foolish invaders how true warriors fight!"

From the sea stepped forth another god, Ulmo, who unleashed a barrage of waves all over Middle Earth. Every body of water was lashing out against the Daleks and destroying them. Dalek Y felt a sudden burst of wind, and it fell to the ground. Although yet intact, the power of this strike had undoubtedly not just devastated the Dalek horde, it had massacred them. Their aerial superiority was lost. Massive areas of terrain were hostile, and they fought god-like entities.

"Emperor! This is an emergency transmission from Dalek Y! WE ARE IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE! WE NEED HELP! HELP US! WE NEED SUPPORT!"

However, unbeknownst to Dalek Y, or any of the other Daleks on Middle Earth, the Dalek Emperor was busy at that moment in time. For his position on the ship stood exactly across from that of Manwe, Lord of the Vala and of the Sky.

"Who are you?" inquisitioned the Emperor to his foe.

"I am Manwe Sulimo, Lord of the Vala, Greatest of the Aratar, Master of the Skies. I have come here to destroy you and your measly space ship. This war has gone on long enough, and I have defeated foes far greater than you."

"You are foolish! The Daleks will not be defeated by the likes of you!"

"Oh please. I could beat the Daleks and come home for lunch."

"... You are nothing!"

Manwe pulled out a sword, gleaming, as it made at the dawn of time out the purest metal Iluvatar could imagine. He raised it to the roof of the ship, and pointed it directly at the Dalek Emperor.

"Bring it on then," he declared.

"Master! Master! Several of our ships are falling down for unknown reasons!"

"WHAT? Explain! Explain!"

"It appears our adversary used incredibly potent magic!"

"... How powerful is he?"

"His magic level is over 9000!"

"Then we have no choice. Prepare the Cruciform."

Author's OOC Note: You probably noticed I have been uploading 2 chapters per day for the last couple of days now. This is because I am so far ahead in writing that I felt I could do this. However, over the next few weeks I will be on holiday. I will try and make sure I can get one chapter out every day if possible, but if not, please don't kill me and I will have two chapters the next day, ready to go. Thank you for putting up with my terrible writing!