A small amount of time earlier…

"Five more cracks."

"Four more."

"Three more cracks before freedom."

"Two more before I am free."

"Just one more crack."

"Zero. I am free. PREPARE."

The cracks in the void built up enough at long last. Melkor watched and saw the Valar still fighting. Now was his time to strike back. Melkor formed his ancient hammer, Grond, and knew that he had his full power. He was no longer Morgoth. His old wounds had healed. His power was concentrated once more. He was Melkor.

And now, in the present…

"Incoming Daleks!" shouted Celeborn, and I turned to look. A large force of Daleks was descending upon the host of the Valar.

"Ulmo will be avenged! YOU DIE!" screamed Tulkas. He leapt up and charged straight at the Daleks. His fists conveyed his anger, destroying many Daleks before they even could fire back. Soon enough, nearly everyone was joining in the fight. Aule was unleashing earthen javelins and protecting people, but also manipulating the sheer force of the earth to attack. I was firing the last mithril arrows I had, as were many of the other Elves. Celibana, Olorin, along with many other Maia and even Lorien were using strikes of pure magic.

The noise was impossibly loud. And then I saw one Dalek fire one specific bolt towards one specific target. Celibana. If I hadn't been watching her already, I never would have noticed, but she didn't see it. She was undoubtedly going to die. As the bolt flew through the air, I ran. I could feel my elven heart beating, my chest pumping. I was only running now because now I had so little time left. I leapt.

I closed my eyes, but I knew I was in time. My death would save the life of Celibana. Then I opened my eyes, and watched the bolt approach. Everything seemed in slow motion. My life went before my eyes. From my young childhood to now, when I was still a fairly young elf, I knew I had done so much. But really I focused in on the recent days. The invasion. I never had believed I would die due to the Daleks. I never thought they would win. Then a shadow passed over my vision, my trance was disrupted. I saw the face of Celeborn - Lord of Lothlorien - jump in front of me, before he collapsed to the ground, having taken the bolt for me. He fell to the ground and both me and Celibana ran over to him immediately.

"Sorry… but, had to save you…" he said, dying.

"Dad! You… you… why?" Celibana asked, crying.

"Celibana… you be good… ok? Lasdir… you take care of her… she'll need… someone…" Celeborn said before his eyes went still. His body turned cold. Celeborn, the last great Elven leader, was dead.

I turned and looked at Celibana, and she looked different. For her, the battle was over, the war was lost. I pulled out my last arrow and, nocking it to my bow, said,

"For you."

I fired my arrow directly into the center of the Dalek that had blasted Celeborn, avenging his death. Then I looked back at her again.

"Celibana, we have to fight. We have to do something."

"But… but… but Celeborn…"

"Not even Manwe has the power to return an Elf to life. His soul is now in the Halls of Mandos, where Mandos will keep him. Celeborn is dead. We have to move on now. We have each other. That's good enough, right?"

She looked up. She was still crying, but that didn't stop her from looking directly into my eyes. She brushed the tears off her face.

"Right."