A Narnia Fan Fiction
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bluestatic! I hope you have an awesome birthday.
Today I watched Narnia and I was inspired to write this. Feel free to read, although I can't promise that it's readable since I didn't bother with a beta. But please read. It would make me very happy. Oh, and feedback is gold. Constructive criticism is always loved.
Title: An Act of Faith
Author: aliasagent (oh, that would be me :))
Characters/Pairings: Lucy/Tumnus implied. Susan, Edmund and Peter plays some parts.
Summary: Everyone tries dealing with being back, out of the wardrobe, trying to act like kids even though they feel like adults. Lucy is struggling the most because she misses her friend terribly.
Notes: Even though it's pretty much a crappy summary, I kind of like this story. To be honest I'd grown a bit bored with this ship stuff and I'd like to write more gen, in some fandoms. So this is the first step towards gen. However, I was a bit unsure about the ending. What do you think? Is it well enough? It's set Narnia!Movie version and I have no idea how this wardrobe stuff works to be honest but they should remember Narnia - right?
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Susan glanced over at Lucy, who sat quietly and read the newest book she had found in the Professor's study. She had told Lucy time after time that young girls at her age shouldn't be readying Shakespeare, or at least not be caught doing it. Susan sighed and returned to her own book.
It had been two weeks since they had all returned from Narnia and all four of them were trying to adapt back to their old environment. It was difficult and hard, but they were all trying. Everyone but Lucy who had always been the dreamer out of them... and stubborn like no other.
Lucy slammed her book shut and glared at Susan, ”What?” she snapped, knowing very well that Susan was displeased, ”I'm allowed to read whatever I wan't, aren't I?”
Susan sighed, closed her own book, putting it gently in her lap and turned to her sister to have a conversation that they have had so many times before.
”I've told you, Lucy,” Susan said sensibly, ”A girl who is ten years old shouldn't be caught reading those kinds of books! What if Mrs. MacReady walks in, sees you reading that?”
Lucy shrugged, completely indifferent to the situation that was horror for Susan. ”So what? I'm not ten years old, Susan Pevensie!”
At the sound of her own last name, Susan paused before replying her sister's rude manner. They had forgotten their last names and it felt weird hearing someone say it. It was though they belonged to someone else.
”I'm not saying that you are either,” Susan sighed, finding everything difficult to explain, ”You just have to be a little bit more careful.”
Lucy's eyes darkened and she sent Susan a glare. Lucy had always been the one that liked Narnia best, the one that fit in there as if she had lived there all her life. Now that they all were back, she blamed everyone of her siblings for their return. She blamed Edmund for suggesting the hunting trip and she blamed Susan and Peter for not stopping her as she walked into the wardrobe. But probably most of all, she blamed herself.
Poor, poor Lucy, Susan thought, having sympathies for her sister. She must miss Mr. Tumnus greatly.
Even though Lucy had never mentioned him once, everyone could see that she thought of him often. Even Edmund, who wasn't the most preceptive of them. Mostly it was just small things; the way her eyes drifted away late at night as she heard various kinds of music, gestures she made when she spoke of plays and books which either of the others recognized or sayings that Susan knew she had heard from Tumnus.
Once upon a time, when they had been in Narnia, Susan had almost suspected that Lucy loved the faun a bit too much, but she had never dared to speak of it to anyone. Not even to Peter because she knew that he would disapprove. Mr Tumnus was almost twice her age, if not more.
Now that they were back, Susan was probably more certain than ever. If Lucy was aware of it or not, she couldn't tell, but that she loved the faun was without question.
”I'm going to bed,” Lucy announced moments later, putting the book back on its shelf and left Susan with her musings.
As the elder sister saw her little sister walk away, she decided that she needed to speak to Peter. They had to do something. Lucy was miserable.
Later that night, Susan made sure that Lucy were asleep when she sneaked over to Peter's bed, poking him to wake up. Peter stirred greatly, always being a heavy sleeper but Susan was determined and soon, her patience was rewarded. Peter woke up, opening his mouth to speak but Susan covered it before he had a chance.
”Schhh,” She ordered, glancing over at Lucy's bed, making sure she hadn't woken.
Peter looked at her, confused, but without a word, Peter grabbed his robe and followed her outside into the hallway. They walked a bit further, turning left and walking into the Professor's study after making sure that he wasn't in it.
”What's with all the secrecy?” Peter asked after closing the door behind him, his voice not higher than a whisper.
Susan looked around for a moment, then returning to glance at Peter fiercely. ”It's Lucy,” she said, ”She's not happy. Ever since... Ever since we got back, she's been miserable. Haven't you noticed? It's not like her.”
Peter thought of it for a moment silently and his face registered no emotion. But then he nodded and Susan was glad to know that she wasn't the only one who was concerned for Lucy. ”You are right, Susan,” Peter said, ”She's been being very miserable. But you woke me in the middle of the night to tell me this? Couldn't it have waited until morning?”
Susan shrugged. ”Perhaps, but I just thought we needed to do something. I can't stand her being like this! She hates me, you know. She hasn't given me as much as a kind glance since we got back. She misses Mr Tumnus greatly. We need to do something!”
Peter frowned, staring at Susan as if she was mad. ”Mr Tumnus? Why, out of all the... Of course she misses him, Susan!” He let out a small smile, ”For a moment there I was almost worried. It's only natural.”
Susan rolled her eyes and made a mental note never to try and understand what went on in Peter's mind. ”Natural or not, our sister is unhappy and we need to do something about it.”
”What do you suggest then?” Peter let out a yawn and Susan gave him a glare.
They had always agreed on everything in Narnia, but here, on the other side of the wardrobe, they couldn't agree on anything. The only ones that seemed to get along these days were Edmund and Peter. Actually, Edmund got along with everybody – except Lucy, of course.
”I dunno. I've been trying to spend more time with her, but she'll have none of it! If we just could get back there...”
Peter reacted as if he saw warning signs flash over her head and interrupted her. ”But we can't Susan. We already tried. Narnia just has to go on without us and there's not much we can do for Lucy. She'll get over it in time.”
The two siblings remained silenced and the only thing that was heard in the room was the faint sparks from the dying fire which lit up the Professor's room slightly. Susan looked around, hoping that there would be something in the Professor's room that would help them in their despair, alas no matter how she searched, she found nothing.
”But I think we should at least tell Professor Kirke.” Susan said after a while but this statement was met with a disapproving expression from Peter's part.
”Like I said, there's nothing we can do – at least not right now. Now, let's speak of this in the morning. I can't think straight with a tired head,” he gave her a glance, ”I suggest you follow my example.”
However, Susan did not follow him. She just watched him disappear in the distance. She shook her head, disapprovingly.
You could take the High King from his throne but you couldn't take the High King from his mind. Peter still acted in many ways as High King of Narnia. Susan wondered if Peter had realized that they probably couldn't go back. Ever.
A couple of days later, Susan arranged a picnic, inviting all of her siblings, hoping that it would reform the bond that they seemed to have lost after falling back out of the wardrobe. Edmund was kind enough to help her with most things but Peter and Lucy seemed to be off doing other things. It would've made Susan happy that they were at least busy together but that was not the case.
Lucy spent most of her time reading, playing various instruments, speaking to the Professor or being around the wardrobe, trying to find a way back to Narnia. Going back to Narnia was Lucy's ultimate goal and it was also that she often spoke to the Professor about.
The old man was always interested in hearing her stories, about the adventures she and Mr Tumnus had experienced together and how life had been in Narnia. She could never get a straight answer out of him when she asked about Narnia, which was the source of much pain and confusion, but Lucy never gave up hope.
She thought if she tried hard enough, she'd get back. It was all a question about faith really. What would've happened to Odysseus if he had given up in Odyssey? Lucy just had to keep fighting.
It was this blind faith that concerned Susan greatly. She just hoped that Lucy wouldn't be too heartbroken if it turned out that Narnia was lost forever – at least for them. Susan had always been a pessimist by nature and Susan considered it to be her greatest gift and her greatest curse. She could only wish to have Lucy's creative mind, Peter's resolve or Edmund's cheerful temper. To her, Narnia was lost the moment they realized they couldn't get back and that was a pain she only shared with herself.
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Lucy could hear Susan's voice echo in the entire house as she called on her, but Lucy ignored her. She was busy. Lucy slowly opened the wardrobe door, walking in it backwards, mirroring the movements she had done the first time she had never entered the wardrobe, closing the door before her. Her heart was racing as she thought that this time, this time, it would work.
But the disappointment washed over her as waves crashed into the shores when a storm took control over the skies. Her back met a wooden wall and Lucy felt as if her feet couldn't carry her longer: she sat down against the wall, fighting against the tears that fell down over her cheeks.
Sometimes it was difficult hoping.
Her thoughts was interrupted as the door to the wardrobe was torn up and the light hit Lucy so hard in the face that she had to close her eyes. After a while she noticed it was Edmund standing in the doorway. For a moment, he said nothing, but then he leaned down, sitting down opposite her, still without a word.
Lucy looked surprisingly at him. She expected some form of speech from him. Something grand and impressive such as 'Give it time, Lucy' or 'Get over it, Lucy' that she had heard so many times before. A small smile spread across Edmund's face and after a moment, Lucy couldn't help but smile herself.
”I'm glad I'm not the only one that comes here from time to time,” Edmund said softly, wiping one of Lucy's tears away, ”Seems like we're the only ones, doesn't it? Susan and Peter doesn't mind much. Seems like it's just us kids left, huh?” He made a face as he refered to himself and Lucy as children because truth of the matter was that they had passed that stage in their lives a long time ago.
Lucy looked away, hoping that she would appear to be unaffected, but the truth was Edmund's words were actually a great comfort. She was glad she wasn't alone.
”Come on,” Edmund said, rising up, giving her a hand, ”Let's go to this picnic that Susan have been on about.”
Lucy took Edmund's hand and with his help, she got off the floor. Together they walked out into the garden where Susan and Peter were already waiting.
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Back in Narnia, things had been a bit of a mess with the Kings and Queens disappearing to abruptly, but after a year, things began to settle down again. Joint efforts were now being taken to continue to rule the free land of Narnia and it seemed as if the rulers that ruled in the humans' absence were doing a good job.
Not that Tumnus knew though, he had left the palace for good now, returning back into his home that still seemed as unfriendly as he had left it. It still remembered him after all these years of the White Witch and the long winter. But there was a small comfort, his home also made him recall Lucy Pevensie. Sweet, adorable Lucy Pevensie, who had helped him remember all the good in the world at a time when it had been forgotten.
Tumnus adjusted himself in his chair, playing his flute with the same grace had always had, remembering Lucy and hoping that, where ever she was, that she was alright.
He looked at the handkerchief, which lay on the table. It had passed between Lucy and himself so many times, for so many years, that Tumnus felt unnerved by having it in his possession for such a long time as he now have had it. He just hoped, that where ever she was, that she would return at least one last time, so he could give it back to her. It was hers after all.
Tumnus never gave up hope on her return. Whenever he had the handkerchief in his possession, Lucy always came back for it, sooner or later. This time was no different. He just had to be patient.
The end?
bluestatic! I hope you have an awesome birthday.Today I watched Narnia and I was inspired to write this. Feel free to read, although I can't promise that it's readable since I didn't bother with a beta. But please read. It would make me very happy. Oh, and feedback is gold. Constructive criticism is always loved.
Title: An Act of Faith
Author: aliasagent (oh, that would be me :))
Characters/Pairings: Lucy/Tumnus implied. Susan, Edmund and Peter plays some parts.
Summary: Everyone tries dealing with being back, out of the wardrobe, trying to act like kids even though they feel like adults. Lucy is struggling the most because she misses her friend terribly.
Notes: Even though it's pretty much a crappy summary, I kind of like this story. To be honest I'd grown a bit bored with this ship stuff and I'd like to write more gen, in some fandoms. So this is the first step towards gen. However, I was a bit unsure about the ending. What do you think? Is it well enough? It's set Narnia!Movie version and I have no idea how this wardrobe stuff works to be honest but they should remember Narnia - right?
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Susan glanced over at Lucy, who sat quietly and read the newest book she had found in the Professor's study. She had told Lucy time after time that young girls at her age shouldn't be readying Shakespeare, or at least not be caught doing it. Susan sighed and returned to her own book.
It had been two weeks since they had all returned from Narnia and all four of them were trying to adapt back to their old environment. It was difficult and hard, but they were all trying. Everyone but Lucy who had always been the dreamer out of them... and stubborn like no other.
Lucy slammed her book shut and glared at Susan, ”What?” she snapped, knowing very well that Susan was displeased, ”I'm allowed to read whatever I wan't, aren't I?”
Susan sighed, closed her own book, putting it gently in her lap and turned to her sister to have a conversation that they have had so many times before.
”I've told you, Lucy,” Susan said sensibly, ”A girl who is ten years old shouldn't be caught reading those kinds of books! What if Mrs. MacReady walks in, sees you reading that?”
Lucy shrugged, completely indifferent to the situation that was horror for Susan. ”So what? I'm not ten years old, Susan Pevensie!”
At the sound of her own last name, Susan paused before replying her sister's rude manner. They had forgotten their last names and it felt weird hearing someone say it. It was though they belonged to someone else.
”I'm not saying that you are either,” Susan sighed, finding everything difficult to explain, ”You just have to be a little bit more careful.”
Lucy's eyes darkened and she sent Susan a glare. Lucy had always been the one that liked Narnia best, the one that fit in there as if she had lived there all her life. Now that they all were back, she blamed everyone of her siblings for their return. She blamed Edmund for suggesting the hunting trip and she blamed Susan and Peter for not stopping her as she walked into the wardrobe. But probably most of all, she blamed herself.
Poor, poor Lucy, Susan thought, having sympathies for her sister. She must miss Mr. Tumnus greatly.
Even though Lucy had never mentioned him once, everyone could see that she thought of him often. Even Edmund, who wasn't the most preceptive of them. Mostly it was just small things; the way her eyes drifted away late at night as she heard various kinds of music, gestures she made when she spoke of plays and books which either of the others recognized or sayings that Susan knew she had heard from Tumnus.
Once upon a time, when they had been in Narnia, Susan had almost suspected that Lucy loved the faun a bit too much, but she had never dared to speak of it to anyone. Not even to Peter because she knew that he would disapprove. Mr Tumnus was almost twice her age, if not more.
Now that they were back, Susan was probably more certain than ever. If Lucy was aware of it or not, she couldn't tell, but that she loved the faun was without question.
”I'm going to bed,” Lucy announced moments later, putting the book back on its shelf and left Susan with her musings.
As the elder sister saw her little sister walk away, she decided that she needed to speak to Peter. They had to do something. Lucy was miserable.
Later that night, Susan made sure that Lucy were asleep when she sneaked over to Peter's bed, poking him to wake up. Peter stirred greatly, always being a heavy sleeper but Susan was determined and soon, her patience was rewarded. Peter woke up, opening his mouth to speak but Susan covered it before he had a chance.
”Schhh,” She ordered, glancing over at Lucy's bed, making sure she hadn't woken.
Peter looked at her, confused, but without a word, Peter grabbed his robe and followed her outside into the hallway. They walked a bit further, turning left and walking into the Professor's study after making sure that he wasn't in it.
”What's with all the secrecy?” Peter asked after closing the door behind him, his voice not higher than a whisper.
Susan looked around for a moment, then returning to glance at Peter fiercely. ”It's Lucy,” she said, ”She's not happy. Ever since... Ever since we got back, she's been miserable. Haven't you noticed? It's not like her.”
Peter thought of it for a moment silently and his face registered no emotion. But then he nodded and Susan was glad to know that she wasn't the only one who was concerned for Lucy. ”You are right, Susan,” Peter said, ”She's been being very miserable. But you woke me in the middle of the night to tell me this? Couldn't it have waited until morning?”
Susan shrugged. ”Perhaps, but I just thought we needed to do something. I can't stand her being like this! She hates me, you know. She hasn't given me as much as a kind glance since we got back. She misses Mr Tumnus greatly. We need to do something!”
Peter frowned, staring at Susan as if she was mad. ”Mr Tumnus? Why, out of all the... Of course she misses him, Susan!” He let out a small smile, ”For a moment there I was almost worried. It's only natural.”
Susan rolled her eyes and made a mental note never to try and understand what went on in Peter's mind. ”Natural or not, our sister is unhappy and we need to do something about it.”
”What do you suggest then?” Peter let out a yawn and Susan gave him a glare.
They had always agreed on everything in Narnia, but here, on the other side of the wardrobe, they couldn't agree on anything. The only ones that seemed to get along these days were Edmund and Peter. Actually, Edmund got along with everybody – except Lucy, of course.
”I dunno. I've been trying to spend more time with her, but she'll have none of it! If we just could get back there...”
Peter reacted as if he saw warning signs flash over her head and interrupted her. ”But we can't Susan. We already tried. Narnia just has to go on without us and there's not much we can do for Lucy. She'll get over it in time.”
The two siblings remained silenced and the only thing that was heard in the room was the faint sparks from the dying fire which lit up the Professor's room slightly. Susan looked around, hoping that there would be something in the Professor's room that would help them in their despair, alas no matter how she searched, she found nothing.
”But I think we should at least tell Professor Kirke.” Susan said after a while but this statement was met with a disapproving expression from Peter's part.
”Like I said, there's nothing we can do – at least not right now. Now, let's speak of this in the morning. I can't think straight with a tired head,” he gave her a glance, ”I suggest you follow my example.”
However, Susan did not follow him. She just watched him disappear in the distance. She shook her head, disapprovingly.
You could take the High King from his throne but you couldn't take the High King from his mind. Peter still acted in many ways as High King of Narnia. Susan wondered if Peter had realized that they probably couldn't go back. Ever.
A couple of days later, Susan arranged a picnic, inviting all of her siblings, hoping that it would reform the bond that they seemed to have lost after falling back out of the wardrobe. Edmund was kind enough to help her with most things but Peter and Lucy seemed to be off doing other things. It would've made Susan happy that they were at least busy together but that was not the case.
Lucy spent most of her time reading, playing various instruments, speaking to the Professor or being around the wardrobe, trying to find a way back to Narnia. Going back to Narnia was Lucy's ultimate goal and it was also that she often spoke to the Professor about.
The old man was always interested in hearing her stories, about the adventures she and Mr Tumnus had experienced together and how life had been in Narnia. She could never get a straight answer out of him when she asked about Narnia, which was the source of much pain and confusion, but Lucy never gave up hope.
She thought if she tried hard enough, she'd get back. It was all a question about faith really. What would've happened to Odysseus if he had given up in Odyssey? Lucy just had to keep fighting.
It was this blind faith that concerned Susan greatly. She just hoped that Lucy wouldn't be too heartbroken if it turned out that Narnia was lost forever – at least for them. Susan had always been a pessimist by nature and Susan considered it to be her greatest gift and her greatest curse. She could only wish to have Lucy's creative mind, Peter's resolve or Edmund's cheerful temper. To her, Narnia was lost the moment they realized they couldn't get back and that was a pain she only shared with herself.
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Lucy could hear Susan's voice echo in the entire house as she called on her, but Lucy ignored her. She was busy. Lucy slowly opened the wardrobe door, walking in it backwards, mirroring the movements she had done the first time she had never entered the wardrobe, closing the door before her. Her heart was racing as she thought that this time, this time, it would work.
But the disappointment washed over her as waves crashed into the shores when a storm took control over the skies. Her back met a wooden wall and Lucy felt as if her feet couldn't carry her longer: she sat down against the wall, fighting against the tears that fell down over her cheeks.
Sometimes it was difficult hoping.
Her thoughts was interrupted as the door to the wardrobe was torn up and the light hit Lucy so hard in the face that she had to close her eyes. After a while she noticed it was Edmund standing in the doorway. For a moment, he said nothing, but then he leaned down, sitting down opposite her, still without a word.
Lucy looked surprisingly at him. She expected some form of speech from him. Something grand and impressive such as 'Give it time, Lucy' or 'Get over it, Lucy' that she had heard so many times before. A small smile spread across Edmund's face and after a moment, Lucy couldn't help but smile herself.
”I'm glad I'm not the only one that comes here from time to time,” Edmund said softly, wiping one of Lucy's tears away, ”Seems like we're the only ones, doesn't it? Susan and Peter doesn't mind much. Seems like it's just us kids left, huh?” He made a face as he refered to himself and Lucy as children because truth of the matter was that they had passed that stage in their lives a long time ago.
Lucy looked away, hoping that she would appear to be unaffected, but the truth was Edmund's words were actually a great comfort. She was glad she wasn't alone.
”Come on,” Edmund said, rising up, giving her a hand, ”Let's go to this picnic that Susan have been on about.”
Lucy took Edmund's hand and with his help, she got off the floor. Together they walked out into the garden where Susan and Peter were already waiting.
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Back in Narnia, things had been a bit of a mess with the Kings and Queens disappearing to abruptly, but after a year, things began to settle down again. Joint efforts were now being taken to continue to rule the free land of Narnia and it seemed as if the rulers that ruled in the humans' absence were doing a good job.
Not that Tumnus knew though, he had left the palace for good now, returning back into his home that still seemed as unfriendly as he had left it. It still remembered him after all these years of the White Witch and the long winter. But there was a small comfort, his home also made him recall Lucy Pevensie. Sweet, adorable Lucy Pevensie, who had helped him remember all the good in the world at a time when it had been forgotten.
Tumnus adjusted himself in his chair, playing his flute with the same grace had always had, remembering Lucy and hoping that, where ever she was, that she was alright.
He looked at the handkerchief, which lay on the table. It had passed between Lucy and himself so many times, for so many years, that Tumnus felt unnerved by having it in his possession for such a long time as he now have had it. He just hoped, that where ever she was, that she would return at least one last time, so he could give it back to her. It was hers after all.
Tumnus never gave up hope on her return. Whenever he had the handkerchief in his possession, Lucy always came back for it, sooner or later. This time was no different. He just had to be patient.
The end?
