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In the middle of Lake Mithrim there is an island.
There wasn't an island before, so the lake is a little deeper than before, creeps a few inches up the shore. There is a splashing noise.
The island is cut off in sharp cliffs around the edges, rising a foot or two over the waterline at the lowest points. On it is an expansive house, several stories tall, with an un-Elven aesthetic and un-Arda implied tech background. Sharp eyes might see non-Elven people, through the windows.
He wonders, not for the first time, if perhaps this is all a hallucination. He dismisses the thought as unhelpful.
Can he read their minds.
Some of them! That was a scary noise and now Jeremy and Joanna are both crying and Catherine's trying to imitate it at the top of her lungs, which is a bit of a handful.
Welp possibly coming to the house before it was actually Fideliused was not a great idea after all.
He takes Joanna off Rebecca's hands and tells Catherine "you're scaring your tiny little baby brother" and - well, they're not dead -
"- some of the wards are up, the physical ones are, just not the ones misdirecting trespassers -"
"Niblet -"
There's a pop. "Master Timothy -"
Timothy hugs her.
"Owls are here," Theodore says from the window. "We have neighbors. Uh. We have neighbors who have drawn longbows on us."
He's squinting. "They live in cabins. Super pretty cabins, like someone was doing driftwood art, but very cabins - maybe we're in the Americas? I'm not even sure those people are human, though -"
"I vote for warding against longbows and going to say hello -"
"Against arrows," Aaron says, "the longbow is the part that fires the arrows."
"Against seventeeth-century Muggle weapons of all varieties."
"Regular shield charms should be fine for that. If this calls for going out of the house."
"I mean, we could stay in, but if they're Muggles, going out will help us figure out what's going on much faster -"
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