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.
"...that guy looks like Minor without a beard? A little older, long hair, really tall, but - Minor without the beard."
"Uh huh. And he was hugging my dad and crying, a little bit ago."
"Go for it, they're acting friendly and I think they're Muggles."
Minor gets a paper airplane. It reads What is up with doppelganger alien, do you need anything, estimate on how long till we know if it's safe to leave the house without a shield up?
It flies. Minor writes back. With regards to doppleganger alien all I can do is push the confusion up a level - he's me, if I had been born a Quendi- that's what they call themselves - in a magic paradise with gods but not our magic or the printing press or gunpowder. He had a my father, he's dead - they're in the middle of a war. He has all my brothers, too. The language is genuinely alien. It's safe to leave the house - well, the other side in the war could attack unexpectedly, but you're safe from the aliens. The other me is married but not to a you.
"I think he didn't bring his magic dictionary and this would be a good time to have it, I'm tempted to fly it over."
Miranda collects the magic dictionary and her broom and flies over to Minor and her father-in-law and... her... alien-in-law? whatever.
"Pleasure to meet you," he says, and then once he has gotten the magic dictionary explained he looks utterly enraptured and says it again with much more feeling.
"I have never met a king before. Do we want to meet the king, Minor?"
"Well, that's appropriate, although somehow I feel like hereditary power is almost a waste - should we get our Timothy first -"
The distance a person can travel in an hour, for a stranger. Thirty times that for someone familiar to you. You are invited to meet Nelyafinwë Maitimo, King of the Noldor, who if correspondances hold is a you, he tells Timothy.
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