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.
"She was working through an Imperiused subject, for reasons and to a degree which indicates most of the information we have is about his style, not hers. So I don't know, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to me, I'm sure worrying about people left at home is much harder on all of you. And without any meaningful prospects of getting back it's probably not the most constructive thing to wonder anyway." Sigh.
"Well, I don't know, if there were more of me and some of them might be in peril I'd feel entitled to fret about that."
"There's more to fret about than I've really time left over for fretting. Were there other interrupted projects and so forth -"
"Besides Finis's immortality project nothing far-reaching - Karen won't be filling wand orders, Michael's going to be missing his scheduled concert broadcasts, that sort of thing, but I didn't even have a day job, I was reading up on Muggle diseases since they get a lot of stuff we don't and my niche was going to be making house calls to people the magic hospital wouldn't take - like Rebecca."
"I wish we'd done so in a more controlled fashion but it seems probably net good yeah. How's your hand -"
"I think I'd notice if there were still underlying damage, but will do."
"It definitely saves us a lot of pain. The poor humans out East must be having a very hard time even without the Enemy toying with them."
So, Timothy says to Findekáno once he has osanwë figured out around his Occlumency, what do you think he'll do -
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