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carnationworld-writings · 1 year

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If you ever forget that you love me (Caspian x reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 861

Requested: Yes, by @i-amtitania

Warnings: I think none? If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your well-being is important to me!

Summary: Where Caspian reads letters from her.

Caspian woke up feeling warm sun rays on his skin and hearing the birds singing. It took him a few moments to realise that he was no longer on the sea, he was home, and his betrothed was just a few rooms down the hall. A smile came onto his face, and a warm feeling blossomed in his chest at the thought that he would see you today without the need to dream about it anymore. He sat up, stretching his muscles, when his eyes fell on the pile of paper on his nightstand. He reached for it, noticing a ribbon wrapped around it and his name written by you on top of it. He touched it carefully and leaned against the headboard. He took the first one and unfolded it, holding it like the most sacred thing in the whole world. His smile grew wider when he noticed the date on the bottom of the sheet - the day his journey started. He read attentively every word you wrote, and everyone went directly to his heart. He loved how you described your days and even wrote about small gossip around the court. He was grateful for the possibility of catching up with everything that way. He was sure that you made some situations more light and fun than they would be. What shocked him the most was how easily he could notice your emotions through those letters. Even if you didn’t name it, he could say that in better days, you wrote more jokingly, with more anecdotes and jumping between different topics. On bad days they were more thoughtful and shorter. On these days, you clearly express your worries and how you miss him. It made him want to run to you and hug you tightly, but the knowledge that Trumpkin, Doctor Cornelius and Glenstorm were there for you and took care of you.

In one of the latest letters, written just after the wedding of one of your friends, he found a part that made him blush, and he needed to read it twice to believe that it was there.

My love, I can’t stop thinking about you and our wedding. I want it to be perfect for us - for this celebration to be cherished by us similarly. But what kept me awake tonight was the thought about everything after it. About how it will be to wake up next to you, to be able to keep you close at night. How our life will look in the cosiness of our bedroom because I must say I really hope that we will choose to have a shared bedchamber. I dreamed about your lips on mine, your hands on my body, being able to learn your body and being the reason you will achieve pleasure…

Caspian made himself read the last letter before he rushed to get dressed. He still felt heat on his cheeks. His mind wholly was consummated by you. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything waiting for both of you after you’d exchanged your vows. He looked through the window and smiled, seeing you walking through the yard. He quickly walked out of his room and started searching for you. Luck was on his side when he spotted you in the corridor he just ran in. He screamed your name at what you smiled, and he started running to you. In mere seconds Caspian took you in his arms and immediately kissed you. You gasped in surprise but quickly relaxed in his arms. Your hand slowly reached his nape, and you melted against him. After a moment, they departed breathless, and Caspian rested his forehead against yours. He watched your flashed face and smiled, seeing your closed eyes.

“Caspian..” She whispered. “Not that I am complaining, but what was that for?” You looked up at him, resting your palm on his chest.

“I just love you.” He peaked her lips and smiled. “I think that lilies will be perfect for our wedding. The book you were reading indeed is so boring - I tried to read it last year, but it didn’t work out. I will take you to the Lone Islands and wherever you will want to go, and I will gladly show you the most beautiful places there, even if none of it can compare to your beauty. And I also want us to have one bedchamber because I think that when I finally will have a taste of you - I won’t be able to stay away even for a few hours.”

“You read my letters.” You moved your hand to gently cup his cheek. Caspian kissed your wrist, squeezing your waist gently.

“Each of them.” She smiled and brought him into another kiss. Caspian pulled you closer to him, making her laugh into his lips. This one kiss wasn’t a heated make-out - it was a clumsy kiss intermittently by giggles and declarations of love. And then, when the Duchess came into the corridor and cleared her throat, both blushed, trying to stop their giggles. She only shook her head with a smile, mumbling about young love, happy for people that she treated like her own children.

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivates me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspelling. English is not my first language.

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pevensiegiigi · 8 months

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My problem with the Prince Caspian movie

The reason i love CN:Prince Caspian is because of how Andrew Adamson squeezed the emotions out of Peter. From the frustration of being an adult locked in the life of a child who wants to return to his land/country, the happiness of returning to that place he loves so much, the sadness of knowing that it was destroyed, the anger of knowing that a descendant of his destroyers would be the one who would ascend to king of his country and the guilt for being forced to leave Narnia again with no possibility of return.

My post is not to talk about those emotions, but i wanted to mention them anyway.

My post is to talk about my dissatisfaction with how everyone in the movie mocks Peter's words and orders, ignoring the title of high king. Except Edmund and Reepicheep; the rest, from Lucy and Susan, who are his royal sisters, to Trumpkin, Caspian, and Glenstorm, who are his subjects, disrespect his title of high king.

First Trumpkin by not addressing him with respect throughout the film, mocking his nickname, berating him for "leaving Narnia" and then making a fool of himself in the Stone Mountains when they searched for Caspian.

He is followed by Caspian, who equally disrespects Peter's position. Caspian is a prince from distant lands who intends to rule lands that he does not know, wanting to review the words dictated by the great king.

There's that scene where Peter suggests infiltrating the Telmarines' castle and Reepicheep asks, "What do you suggest, Your Majesty of him?" and both Peter and Caspian respond at the same time, a staring match ensues between the two which Peter obviously wins. The thing is, Caspian shouldn't have answered Reepicheep's question in the first place because the rightful King of Narnia was present let alone challenge him with his eyes because, I repeat, HE IS THE GREAT KING OF NARNIA and, not least, peter is Older than him. . . Maybe he didn't know it or maybe he did, but humanly Peter at that time was 31/32 years old although he would look like a child and as if that were not enough in the years of Narnia, Peter is 1300 years older than him, while Caspian was around 17 Just years, so...

Peter's plan to infiltrate the castle would have worked if Caspian had followed Peter's orders and we all know that, but no. He completely ignored Peter's order to go to the door and Susan supported that disobedience, don't get me wrong, but i'll tell you how it is. It's not just Caspian's fault that the infiltration failed, if Susan had supported Peter instead of Caspian, everything would have worked out and Cornelius would have been released at the end of the infiltration.

Caspian's most obvious disrespect towards Peter was challenging him to a duel in front of his people when Peter called him a usurper and it's not entirely a lie, he really was a usurper. From the moment he thought he was the leader of the Narnian rebellion, even knowing that he had called the old monarchs, he became a usurper, or at least it was for me. I understand Caspian will get mad at being called a usurper, but he called Peter irresponsible as if Peter wanted to leave Narnia when he didn't and then dared to duel him on HIS EARTH!?!?!?! The least he deserved was execution.

Third, Glenstorm. The mere fact that he was looking at Caspian as if he was waiting for his orders to follow the ones he received from Peter is disrespectful.

Lucy when she pretended to embarrass him by reminding him that it was Aslan who defeated the white witch, not him. I UNDERSTAND that being her sister he has every right to reproach her if she disagrees with something because he is also Monarch of Narnia, but why didn't she do it in private? At that moment, she took away from Peter part of the authority over the others.

I'm a little glad that at the end of the film in a scene they let us see how Peter showed that his title of Great King and his nickname of magnificent, he didn't have them just for decoration. However, it bothers me that throughout the movie they tried to make him look stubborn when he was just angry and outraged.

Peter is the character in the entire saga that carried the most weight and yet he did not complain about what Aslan gave him, his greatest wish was to return to Narnia and stay there for the rest of eternity, which he achieved.

That's why i love the movie 50% and hate it 50%.

#peter pevensie #chronicles of narnia #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #trumpkin #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #cs lewis #no character is perfect #I'm just a little angry after watching the movie #Peter deserves much more love than he gets #I love all the characters it's just my opinion

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queen-lucy-the-valiant · 9 months

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this is minor prince caspian movie slander, even though I'm loathe to because I love this movie, but the timelines in this movie just... do not make sense, how do they line up, and more importantly, how do they communicate, how do the pevensies decide to go to the how if trumpkin was never apart of the planning talks? were there even planning talks? why doesn't everyone just decided to follow glenstorm instead of caspian because clearly he's the one that's making everything happen? how quickly do the narnia's agree to follow caspian and set up the how as a base before the pevensie's appear if they show up a couple of days after he blows the horn? and the list goes on

#narnia #prince caspian movie #this is a produce of my outlining for that essay #because when you write it down it just.... make no sense #its nice to watch and it doesn't have to make sense and the coincidences are fine #but they're coincidences whereas in the book the timeline makes sense even if some of it is coincidence

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depressedbagpipe · 2 years

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Silver (Prince Caspian x female!reader)

Chapter VIII - The Fall of Miraz

Words: 4034 Warnings: canon-typical violence, descriptions of war, injuries and blood. again, we've all seen the scene so we know what we're dealing with. reader being on thin ice. A/N: howdy! I'm not 100% I've proofread this, so just look out for any typos. also, only 2 more chapters to go :(

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Chapter VIII - The Fall of Miraz

Peter paraded decisively in front of us. The visor of his helmet was up, his shield strongly held in his hand. Edmund and I walked a couple of feet behind him, also dressed in full armor. Narnian warriors stood on both sides of the entrance, cheering for their High King.

A black mass of Telmarine soldiers encouraged their king at the far end of Aslan’s How. Miraz and his advisors stood at the ruins that protected the fortress, staring at us as we came closer. Glenstorm received us with a bow of his head, guarding the stone where the duel would take place.

I frowned when I noticed Miraz whisper something to the man on the right, holding a crossbow. As Miraz stood up, I too whispered something to the siblings. “Be ready for anything,” I knew they had heard me, even though we didn’t look at each other.

Peter freed Rhindon from its sheath in Edmund’s hand, the Narnians cheering at his action. I subtly looked back, seeing our army protect our fortress. I winced as I looked at the grand army at the end of the field, praying to Aslan that, whatever happened, Narnia would survive. Against better judgment, my eyes looked for Caspian, but he wasn’t there. I frowned in confusion, anger, and worry, but right then, I had to be elsewhere. Everybody was breathing heavily, the tension palpable as both kings stared at each other, a battle of looks before a battle to the death.

“There is still time to surrender,” Miraz spoke out loud, his voice muffled by his iron mask. Despite the Telmarine’s attempt at intimidation with such a mask, he looked like a caricature of himself. My hatred for the man only rose.

“Well,” Peter answered, his voice assertive and grave. “Feel free.”

“How many more must die for the throne?” Miraz’s second attempt at intimation was also in vain.

“Just one,” Peter put his visor down, and the fight started.

Both crowds cheered their kings on as their swords clashed and collided with each other. They both expertly deflected their opponent, the fight unmatched. Despite their difference in age and combat style, they both continued to attack and defend without barely grazing each other. Minor injuries were inflicted on both kings, their yells and groans in pain indicating how much they were both tiring, but neither one of them was stopping.

I felt helpless, simply standing there, watching my best friend fight for his life, and ours. Miraz managed to pin Peter to the ground, stomping on his shield and moving it to the side, causing Peter to shout in pain. Edmund winced, but his eyes never left Peter.

Miraz was suddenly on the ground too, quickly getting up, before the sound of a horse on the side made the two turn their heads towards it. Caspian rode to us, with Susan behind him. I felt my eyes sting at the sight, but quickly turned back to Peter when I heard Miraz talking to him.

“Does His Highness need a respite?”

Even though his mockery was clear, Miraz was too breathing rather heavily. “Five minutes?” Peter asked.

“Three!” Miraz corrected.

I scoffed. “Idiot.”

They both turned their back wearily at each other, and Peter, groaning, walked to us with difficulty. Edmund and I went to his aid immediately, helping him walk to where Glenstorm, and now Susan and Caspian stood.

“Lucy?” Peter asked when he noticed his younger sister wasn’t present. My eyes widened in shock.

“She got through… with a little help,” Susan answered, sharing a look with Caspian.

“Thanks,” Peter looked at the prince with thankful eyes.

“Well, you were busy,” Caspian said after staring at Peter.

I bit my tongue as I moved to the side, helping Edmund with Peter’s preparations. I tried my best not to look at Caspian, but even I could feel his burning gaze on the back of my head. Edmund shot me a questioning look at my silence, but I only shook my head. This wasn’t the time.

Peter looked at Susan with a somber look. “You better get up there. I don’t expect the Telmarines will keep their word,” Susan walked forward and hugged him, making him wince in pain.

“Keep smiling,” Edmund told Peter after glancing back at the Narnians. I followed his gaze, noticing how their faces were laced with fear and uncertainty.

Immediately, Peter, Edmund, and I grinned at them, Peter raising his sword in the air despite the pain as Susan went back to her assigned post with the rest of the archers. The Narnians yelled at our gesture, their faith returning with a big applause as we kept up our exaggerated charade. I chuckled at Peter’s face, drenched in sweat and pain evident in the way he was clenching his jaw, which made Caspian look at me. He wasn’t smiling like we were, but his lip did turn upwards slightly. I forced myself to look elsewhere, for I couldn’t bear the depth of his eyes. This wasn’t the time.

Peter sat down, and Edmund, Caspian, and I set ourselves to work. We gave Peter fresh water to drink, cleaned his wounds, and patched him up as best as we could in under a minute.

“I think it’s dislocated,” Peter said about his left arm. Edmund rushed to his side to check. “What do you think happens back home if you die here?” he asked out loud. I sharply turned my head to look at him, knowing he was losing faith. He looked at Edmund as tears gathered in my eyes. “You know, you’ve always been there, and I never really…” he doubled in pain with the sound of bones cracking. Edmund was gripping his arm, relocating his arm in place and effectively silencing his speech.

“Save it for later,” Edmund replied.

We all got ready once again, this time Peter refusing his helmet. Miraz did the same, walking once more to the center of the pillars with a newfound hatred in his eyes after seeing Caspian again.

They both charged strongly, slashing and crashing their shields. Everything happened too slow and too fast at the same time. Peter somehow lost his sword along the fight, using his fists to defend himself against Miraz’s shield, his hand also sword-less. Suddenly, when Miraz seemed to have the upper hand, Peter pulled a move I was too familiar with. He forcefully punched Miraz’s kneecap, making the older man grab his leg in pain, effectively dropping his shield. Too many times I had done the same to him centuries ago when we trained on the grounds of Cair Paravel and he overpowered me and got rid of my swords. He claimed it hadn’t been fair the first time, but when it later saved his life in a battle not long after that, it became our shared combat move. I grinned at him, proud of the man he had become once again, as Miraz desperately called for respite from his place on the ground.

“Now’s not the time for chivalry, Peter!” Edmund yelled beside me.

The battleground fell silent, all of us waiting for Peter’s next move. Miraz had his hands before him, as if asking for mercy, but as soon as Peter turned around, he grabbed his sword from the ground.

“Look out!” I yelled, making Peter thankfully turn around before Miraz could strike him, and with a couple of moves and a swift lap, impaled the usurper with his own weapon.

Miraz fell to his knees, breathing heavily. Blood poured out of his wound, and I had to look somewhere else. I grabbed my side, where the old wound stood as if I could still feel the pain. Peter had the sword up in the air, ready to end things. But he did not move.

“What’s the matter, boy? Too cowardly to take a life?” Miraz mocked him, hopefully for the last time ever.

Peter lowered the sword. “It’s not mine to take,” and with that, he grabbed the sword by the edge, extending the hilt towards Caspian, waiting for him to take it.

Caspian walked forward and took the weapon, a fierce look in his eyes. Peter grabbed Rhindon from the ground and walked to us, watching the scene unfold.

Caspian’s hands positioned the sword right on Miraz’s head, and this time I couldn’t take my eyes away. His actions would be decisive, it would mark the king he would become. For a few seconds, gone was the charming naive young prince I had met that first day, which had stared at every creature in wonder despite residing with them for months, who wanted to do good to his kingdom and undo the wrongs of his ancestors. For a few seconds, the boy I had irrevocably fallen in love with was gone.

“Perhaps I was wrong,” Miraz looked at his nephew one last time. “Maybe you do have the makings of a Telmarine king after all.”

Miraz lowered his head right before Caspian screamed. I closed my eyes in defeat, looking down at the deafening sound of the blade. I tear fell down my cheek and onto the ground, blending with the stone below my feet.

“Not one like you,” I heard Caspian say. I opened my eyes to find Miraz alive, the sword embedded on the ground beside him. “Keep your life. But I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom,” he walked back to us.

Glenstorm raised his sword, signaling the Narnian victory as the crowd behind us cheered. Another tear fell down my eye, this time in relief. For the prince had come back.

Caspian wiped the tear off my cheek as he got closer without another word, and I smiled at him. Edmund even patted him on the back as we started retreating into our fortress when Miraz’s groans and fall alerted us.

An arrow stood on the now dead king’s back. I looked back at Susan, for we all recognized her arrow, but she quickly shook her head. I stared back at the corpse, realizing that, by the angle the arrow stood, it couldn’t have been any of our archers.

The man who stood almost proud over Miraz yelled. “Treachery! They shot him!” he grabbed Miraz’s sword as he kept shouting at the army behind him. “They murdered our king!” He ran back to his troops. The Telmarines looked at each other in confusion but prepared themselves for war.

I stared at the man who was now nearing his horse, knowing it had been him the one to kill Miraz and frame us.

“Be ready!” Peter yelled at the Narnians.

Caspian shouted behind us. “Peter!”

One of the Telmarines that had stood at the ruins with us attacked Peter from behind, but this time I was faster. With a quick movement, he was laying dead on the ground as I urged the brothers on, standing protectively in front of them.

“Go!” I yelled. Caspian quickly mounted his horse as we agreed, while Peter, Edmund, and I stood unmoving with our swords ready. The Telmarines readied their catapults, sending huge boulders flying over our heads. Many hit the ground around us, making me fear for the Narnians who stood below us, but thankfully, the ground didn’t collapse. Not yet.

With a scream, the Telmarines began their attack, thousands of soldiers running to us as the catapults kept firing. The ground rumbled with their hooves, making my heart race in both anticipation and adrenaline.

“Archers to the ready!” Susan yelled from above, calling the archers to action.

When one of the boulders landed near the entrance to the fortress, Caspian and Glenstorm made their way inside, galloping as fast as they could go. The ground below us shook with the Narnians running through the hidden tunnels, the sound of the war fanfare ringing in my ears.

“One, two…” Peter counted as we kept our ground.

“Five, six…” I continued, knowing Caspian was doing the same thing underground.

“Take your aim!” Susan ordered once more.

“Stay with them!” I heard Trumpkin shout.

My heart beat faster than ever, the energy pumping through my veins, almost begging to be unleashed. I heard Winter behind me, growling fiercely as she commanded the Narnian wolves.

“Eight, nine… Get ready!” Peter yelled, all of us adopting our stances.

The ground in front of us finally collapsed, sending many of the frontline soldiers down on their horses. The ones who remained unharmed were also quickly taken down by the archers per Susan’s order.

For a split second, the scene remained silent, until the Narnians quickly ran to the Telmarine encounter.

“Charge!” Peter screamed as we all ran to the fight, the underground Narnians suddenly appearing on both sides of the hole, fighting Telmarines left and right.

Winter ran by my side and I hopped on her, used to fighting while riding the big white wolf. I heard many soldiers shriek in terror at the sight, knowing how deadly Winter’s eyes became on the battlefield. I stood next to Peter, protecting him for he was the only one of us fighting on his two feet.

We both stared at the big army which still hadn’t charged, knowing our numbers were still low. With his hand raised, Caspian motioned the Gryphons to attack from the air, Narnians on their claws firing arrows from the sky. They quickly fell to the ground when big crossbows fired back at them.

Peter turned around, desperately searching Susan’s eyes. “Lucy,” he called, for his sister was still missing.

I caught sight of Susan shaking his head, before deflecting every attack coming Peter’s way.

“Back to the How!” Peter called, running back to the fortress.

“Everybody, let’s go!” I shouted on the sidelines, making sure every single Narnian retreated out of the enemy’s fire.

More boulders fell on us, destroying the façade of the How for the catapults were now much closer than they were before. One of them fell dangerously close to where Winter and I ran, but she quickly dodged it, sending me off her back. I rolled on the ground, unscathed, expertly landing on my feet as we had done many times before.

Part of the rocks supporting the entrance came down, effectively blocking our path. One of the trees fell on top of the archer’s post, almost sending Susan to her death had it not been for Trumpkin’s strong hand, holding her tightly.

With one look at the Telmarines, we knew we were doomed. They had closed us in around the How with no escape, and barely room to fight. Peter, Susan, Edmund, Caspian, and I stood at the front, our swords ready, knowing that, if Narnia fell, we would fall with it.

We run towards them, immediately fighting on our feet against every soldier that came our way. I slashed every Telmarine on my path, my silver blades rapidly turning red. Pure adrenaline ran through my veins, my body moving on its own accord. I hit, punched, kicked, crashed, run, without registering anything. The Silver Knight had a deadly reputation, and it was because of battles like this.

I took a few moments to breathe as one of my swords made its way into a soldier’s shoulder. I glanced to my right, seeing another man coming closer to Caspian. With a swift motion, I grabbed one of the daggers on my belt and sent it hurling to the soldier’s neck, who fell next to Caspian. He looked up, bewildered, nodding his head at me in gratitude before we both resumed our actions.

The Termarine soldiers were still closing in on us, different groups coming closer on every side, their spears glistening in the sun. Winter stood before me protectively, growling deeply to the soldiers who came my way. Caspian was sent to the collapsed ground, and I yelled his name as I saw him fall. A few centaurs and minotaurs tried to take down the formations but were also quickly struck down.

A deep rumbling was heard on the battlefield, and I looked back to see the trees fighting on our side. I simply stood there, watching in astonishment as the large beings protected the baffled Narnians and took down every Telmarine soldier in their wake. It had been some time since they last fought with us, but it still remained a sight to see. Many Telmarines ran in terror at them, only to be easily knocked down by the tree’s roots, branches, and trunks, In yet another moment of distraction, one soldier grazed my face with the tip of his sword, really close to my eye, but before I could strike back, one of the tree’s branches grabbed the soldier by the leg and sent him flying to the side.

I exhaled, feeling the warm liquid trickling down my side, but sighed in relief when I saw Peter pull an unharmed Caspian up. The Narnians stood bewildered as the trees chased the Telmarines away. Winter nuzzled his head on my head affectionately, as we both looked at the retreating foreign soldiers. The trees’ branches took out the catapults, and at last, Peter yelled.

“For Aslan!” We ran after them, deep into the woods until we cornered them at the river Rush.

I jumped back on Winter, resuming my usual position at the frontlines as we reached the river. To my shock, I found a young Lucy Pevensie standing on the other side of the river, right at the exit of the wooden bridge Miraz had been so adamant to build. Lucy stood seemingly alone with a fierce expression, yet the warmth that spread through my chest told me otherwise.

The rest appeared behind me, wearing similar expressions on their faces. I saw Peter sigh in relief at the sight of his sister. She simply grabbed her dagger from its sheath, standing tall against the Telmarines. It was then that the warmth on my chest took form, a golden mane appearing next to Lucy. Tears prickled my eyes at the sight of the big lion, yet the moment was short-lived when the Telmarine in charge yelled to attack.

“Lucy!” I screamed, fearing for the girl on the other side.

But then, Aslan roared. It wasn’t a simple roar, one belonging to a simple lion; Aslan was calling the magic around him. Wind and water moved and swayed at the strength of his voice, the Telmarines halting at the sound.

The tide of the river started to lower, moving to the side. A big wave was forming itself in the fast waters, something powerful becoming right in front of our eyes. I extended my arm, motioning the Narnians to remain in their place and not come closer to the water. The River God, right before our eyes, quickly destroyed the bridge the Telmarines had spent months building with several soldiers in it. The Lord that remained in it, the one who killed Miraz, was swallowed whole, disappearing with a cool mist. A few seconds of silence happened before the surviving Narnians cheered for Aslan and our victory, some of them standing next to the now calm waters as the remaining Telmarines surrendered and dropped their armors and weapons.

The tide was, once again, low enough for us to walk to the other shore to where Lucy and Aslan stood, waiting for us with big smiles on their faces. The five of us kneeled before the big lion, as we had done many times before.

“Rise, Kings, and Queens of Narnia. Rise, fierce Silver Knight,” Aslan commanded. Edmund, Peter, Susan, and I stood up, yet Caspian remained kneeled. “All of you,” the lion added, as his eyes were fixed on the prince.

Caspian slowly raised his head, his eyes twinkling slightly. “I do not think I am ready,” he lowered his gaze again. I smiled softly at the boy.

“It’s for that very reason I know you are,” Caspian finally stood up at Aslan’s words, standing almost timidly between Peter and Edmund.

Bagpipes suddenly played behind us. We all looked back to see Reepicheep’s funerary court approaching Aslan, their injured lord laying on a stretcher. We all stared at the scene confused, despite our worry for the beloved mouse. Once he was put on the ground, Lucy ran to him, quickly fetching her vial and with a single drop, Reepicheep was up again.

“Oh!” he sighed, bowing at Lucy. “Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you” he was about to turn around, yet he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Aslan standing in front of him. “Hail, Aslan! It is a great honor to be in…” he stumbled forward, quickly noticing his tail was gone. “I’m completely out of countenance,” he grabbed his backside in embarrassment, while Aslan looked at him with a funny expression in his eyes. “I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unseemly fashion. Uh… perhaps a drop more?” he asked Lucy.

She stared at her vial with sorrow. “I don’t think it does that.”

“You could have a go,” he offered before he was interrupted by Aslan himself.

“It becomes you well, small one,” he laughed softly at Reepicheep, who wouldn’t stop bowing at Aslan.

“All the same, great king. I regret that I must withdraw, for a tail is the honor and glory of a mouse,” he offered Aslan his sword.

“Perhaps you think too much of your honor, friend,” Aslan spoke with kindness.

“Well, it’s not just the honor. It’s also great for balance,” the puzzle fit in my head, recalling how he had almost fallen on his face when he first try to curtsey the lion. “and climbing. And grabbing things,” Lucy shared a look with Aslan at the mouse’s words.

One of Reepicheep’s companions spoke. “May it please Your High Majesty, we will not bear the shame of wearing an honor denied to our chief,” he was holding his own tail in his hand, his little sword on the other, ready to slash it. The rest of the companions did the same.

Aslan laughed at their loyalty. “Not for the sake of your dignity, but for the love of your people,” and with just one blink of eyes, Reepicheep’s tail was once again fully grown, surprising all of us.

“Look!” he turned around to show it to us, excitedly, as we all laughed at the endearing action. “Thank you, my liege. I will treasure it always! From this day forward it will serve a great reminder of my huge humility,” he stood there with his companions, gushing over the great lion and his kindness.

“Now,” Aslan called to Lucy, his deep voice making all of us center our attention back on him. “Where is this dear little friend you’ve told me so much about?”

We all turned to look at Trumpkin, who was motioning the Telmarines where to put their weapons. When he noticed us, he slowly made his way to us, his head hanging low, in either embarrassment or nervousness. He too kneeled before him, his sword firm on the ground, staring at Aslan shortly before lowering his face down.

Aslan roared at him, making Trumpkin’s beard fly on his face at the force.

“Do you see him now?” Lucy humorously asked him.

Trumpkin grinned shyly, while Aslan smirked at him.

I stood there, watching all the Narnians around me joke and smile at each other, the glee of our victory hanging high in the air. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the river’s calm waters allowed a soft cool breeze on my face. Winter nuzzled her snout on my hand, and I kneeled before her, scratching her ears.

“You did well out there. As always,” I pressed my forehead against her, unaware of the little audience that had gathered around me. She licked some of the dry blood on my face, making me scrunch my nose in disgust. I looked back at Aslan, nodding in acknowledgment with my head at him, thanking him for everything. He winked at me, that same mischievous glint in his eyes as we all made our way back to Aslan’s How, the feeling of peace resting warmly on our chests.

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wingedflight · 1 year

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Sexiest Narnian Bracket Tournament!

That's right, we're doing this. Who do YOU think deserves to be crowned as the sexiest Narnian character?

Round 1 (Part 1)

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Jewel vs Peter Pevensie Queen Helen vs Prince Rilian Drinian vs Swanwhite King Lune vs Aravis Jadis' Sister vs Lady of the Green Kirtle Miraz vs Lord Bern Rabadash vs Bree Ramandu's Daughter vs the Sea Girl Tirian vs Mrs. Macready Edmund Pevensie vs Jadis Shasta/Cor vs Emeth White Stag vs Maugrim River God vs Father Time Trumpkin vs Coriakin Glenstorm vs Susan Pevensie Tash vs Glozelle

Round 1 (Part 2)

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Corin vs Aslan Digory Kirke vs Reepicheep Bacchus vs Lucy Pevensie Father Christmas vs Mr. Tumnus Mrs. Beaver vs Anradin Tarkaan Lasaraleen vs Prunaprismia Polly Plummer vs Roonwit Eustace Scrubb vs Aunt Letty Lord Peridan vs Ramandu Sallowpad vs Fledge Jill Pole vs Queen of Harfang Hwin vs Ram the Great Rhince vs King Frank Uncle Andrew vs Oreius Caspian vs Dr. Cornelius Mr. Beaver vs The Werewolf

Round 2

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Peter Pevensie vs Queen Helen Swanwhite vs Aravis Tarkheena Lady of the Green Kirtle vs Miraz Bree vs Ramandu's Daughter Tirian vs Edmund Pevensie Shasta/Cor vs Maugrim River God vs Trumpkin Susan Pevensie vs Tash Corin vs Reepicheep Bacchus vs Tumnus Lasaraleen vs Mrs. Beaver Polly Plummer vs Eustace Scrubb vs Aunt Letty Lord Peridan vs Sallowpad vs Fledge Jill Pole vs Hwin King Frank vs Oreius Caspian vs The Werewolf

Round 3

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Peter Pevensie vs Aravis Tarkheena Lady of the Green Kirtle vs Ramandu's Daughter Edmund Pevensie vs Shasta/Cor River God vs Susan Pevensie Corin vs Bacchus Lasaraleen vs Polly Plummer Fledge vs Jill Pole Oreius vs Caspian

Round 4

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Aravis Tarkheena vs Lady of the Green Kirtle Edmund Pevensie vs Susan Pevensie Bacchus vs Lasaraleen Jill Pole vs Caspian

Round 5: Semifinals!

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Aravis Tarkheena vs Susan Pevensie Bacchus vs Caspian

Round 6: Finals!

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Susan Pevensie vs Caspian X

Happy voting all!

Winner: Susan Pevensie!!

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tenth-sentence · 7 months

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It grew louder till the valley trembled at last, breaking and trampling the thickets, there came in sight the noblest creatures that Caspian had yet seen, the great Centaur Glenstorm and his three sons.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian" - C. S. Lewis

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helpingthingsgrow · 1 year

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“The time is ripe,” said Glenstorm. “I watch the skies, Badger, for it is mine to watch, as it is yours to remember.”

-CS Lewis, Prince Caspian

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art-of-narnia · 3 years

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Soldier Narnia. by AminTorabi

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The remnant there who survived the exile is in great trouble and shame. The wall of Jerusalem is broken down.

After the door in the air was shut, King Caspian brought together an assembly of his friends and advisors. There, he called the dwarf Trumpkin to speak concerning what he had seen of Cair Paravel.

“Well,” said Trumpkin, “I can’t say that there was much left of the place when I was there. The walls are in pieces and it’s all overgrown. You’d scarcely know it was ever a castle, if you weren’t expecting to find one.”

“But could it be restored?” asked the king. “In your opinion: as a craftsman and a Narnian?”

Trumpkin seemed to ponder this for a moment, but his answer came readily enough. “We’d have to rebuild it from the foundations. Quarry stone, cut timber, and tear out all the plants that have grown there by the root— and that’s all before we so much as lay the new cornerstone. But if we go about it the right way (I mean, with the good guidance of Aslan and all)—yes, I think we can manage it.”

“But is it the thing that we ought to do first?” asked Doctor Cornelius. “After all, the Telmarine castle stands, and it will serve. There’s much else that needs doing at present.”

“It is a worthy undertaking,” piped Reepicheep, who was now standing atop his seat almost at attention, one small paw on the hilt of his rapier. “One more urgent and noble than any other work before us now. Cair Paravel is the ancient seat of justice in Narnia, and the graves of Old Narnian kings are on its grounds.”

A silence fell, and when it became clear that no one particularly felt like disputing the Mouse’s words, Caspian nodded his head solemnly. “Very well then. We rebuild.”

It was a little after noon and the sun was high on the day that Old Narnian exiles first returned to the shores of Cair Paravel. They arrived in row-boats and dinghies and on ferries from the mainland, for no ships had yet been built. Trumpkin and the King were in the lead boat together, and by Trumpkin’s direction the boats made landfall along the stretch of beach that ran alongside the ruins of Cair Paravel. Behind them came a host of Red Dwarves and Black Dwarves with their tools. There were Centuars, led by Glenstorm and his sons, and Beasts of all kinds: Clodsley Shovel and his Moles, the Hardbiters and the Hares, nimble-footed Harts, mighty Bears, Sables, Hedgehogs, Dogs, Horses, and the Mice with Reepicheep their Captain. Then came the fauns, with Mentius and Obentinus. Last of all were the Birds, soaring over the ships and calling to one another in high voices as they went.

When the first boat alighted on the shore, a great cheer went up, starting at the king’s boat and fanning out to all the rest. Caspian stepped onto the soft sand with a crunch and surveyed the place where the ruins of Cair Paravel sat. He could not think of anything suitably momentous to say, so he sank wordlessly to his knees and looked up, giving thanks to Aslan.

That night the whole rebuilding party camped on the beach. The dwarves built bonfires and the fauns played their flutes and there was song and dance. A few of the centuars were old enough to remember living in the lands around the Cair before the Telmarines had driven them off, and those that did wept. A few of the younger creatures wept too, though they could not express why. Yet Dumnus led the singing of loud choruses and some of the others whooped and hollered for joy. The sound of their voices, both the weeping and the singing, mingled together and fled into the night.

The next day, the dryads and naiads of the land around Cair Paravel came down to the beach. The giants, who had come from the mainland on foot, arrived not long after. Their number complete, the Narnians set to work.

“One thing we have in our favor,” Doctor Cornelius said, scroll still half open before him. “The historical records on the construction of the castle are exhaustive. There are plans and specifications for every inch of the place.”

Caspian straightened, wincing a little. He’d been helping one of the naiads clean debris from the courtyard well, and his back ached from bending over. “You might try telling that to the black dwarves,” he said. “They still haven’t figured out where to dig.”

Once the dwarves had assessed the ruins of the castle, they used a kind of scrying magic which Caspian did not understand in order to find a quarry of new stone to match the old. The trouble came when the time came for the stones to speak: they would only sing, in voices too deep for words.

“They’re too busy celebrating to tell us where they came from,” said Winnibrik gruffly when Caspian inquired about the progress of the quarry. “And I can’t blame them for that, really. It’s good that there are Narnian feet in this place again.”

Dryads guided parties into the forest to show which trees could be used for timber, and then Horses and centuars dragged the beams back to the Cair. In general, such work would have been beneath them, suitable only for dumb beasts of burden; but they did it without complaint. They knew, as everyone did, that they were in the midst of a great work.

Yet it was the cleaning and removal of debris that occupied most of the workers. Trufflehunter knelt in the dirt, patiently pulling broken bits of twisted metal from the ruin of the small armory. He hummed as he went, something lilting and wordless. A little way behind him, in the courtyard, a group of fauns hoisted a fallen apple tree and carried it away.

It was shortly after the foundation had been laid that a band of efreets appeared from the north. They arrived late in the evening while Caspian was dredging one of the cellars and asked to be brought before the king. “If it please you, sire, let us build with you,” said their leader, a broad creature with a toothy smile. “After all, we are Old Narnians too.”

Caspian, who was knee deep in water and soaked to the skin, called for a halt and went to confer with his councilors.

“You ought to have nothing to do with them,” said Trumpkin firmly, “not by my advice.”

“I should think not!” echoed Trufflehunter. “We’ve no need of any congress with creatures of that sort. Cair Paravel must be rebuilt by those who follow Aslan.”

The efreets, however, were less than accepting of this verdict. A few nights later, a Dog reported that he’d smelled men in the woods and a few scouts confirmed that Telmarines were camped a few miles upriver. “It seems that our ghoulish friends are angry with us,” said Caspian, “though I can’t for the life of me imagine what an efreet could have said to make a Telmarine come with him this close to the sea. At any rate, we ought to be alert. Send someone down to the treasure chamber and distribute whatever weapons you can find to anyone who can use them.”

So, as the walls of Cair Paravel rose up, the Narnians carried swords as they worked. At night everyone camped together inside the great footprint of the castle, with guards stationed on the half-built watchtower under the stars.

Reepicheep took more watches than anyone, for he said that he liked to be alone in the stillness of such a sacred place. “We needn’t be afraid,” he told Caspian softly one night. “Cair Paravel is ours, and we are Aslan’s. What can hurt us here?”

The Brothers of Shuddering Wood built the entrance to the main foyer, armed with heavy dwarven hammers that seemed to split the air when they fell. The hung the gate one glittering morning when the sun was on the sea. They left it wide open for the rest of the day.

Clodsley Shovel took the Moles to set the king’s garden to rights, and one day the Mice joined them in repairing the Tombs of the Kings. When they were through, they brought trimmings from the garden to decorate the monuments. The Dogs dug holes for posts, and a greenhouse soon followed. Then came the armory, the buttresses, the tower of guard.

“Was all of this really here before?” Caspian asked in astonishment. The water-gate had just been completed and his old tutor was beside him, looking up at the intricate device of bolts and bars that kept it securely lowered.

“Yes, my boy, it was,” said the old man. “It’s all in the books, you see?” Caspian felt a lump build in his throat: something like pride and another something like hope. He tried to swallow around it.

Hogglestock and Trufflehunter split the middle-sized Beasts into pairs for the construction of the broad wall. They told stories as they worked, in loud voices so as to carry down the length of it: stories that usually started with “Remember…” and occasionally, “In the days when Peter reigned at Cair Paravel…”

The great feasting hall came together little by little. The eastern windows were cast by dwarven artisans from enormous panes of glass while Glenstorm and his sons built the dais and drew sketches for the skylight. Wimbleweather carried great stone pillars in his arms and set them down where Ravenscaur instructed from his perch in the rafters. The Oak and the Beech made carvings on the seven heavy doors that led into the hall, and when they were through dwarven smiths fitted them with handles of silver and gold.

They ate in the hall together when it was built, though the walls were still bare and their voices echoed. The Bulgy Bears carried in the first piles of food from the kitchens, which were at last in working order. They heaped it on makeshift tables with little concern for appearance: grilled fish, pheasant, and apples prepared in every imaginable way.

When the last stone was laid in the castle, Caspian decreed a day of general celebration. But when he turned the corner down the hallway to the grand staircase, Caspian saw Trumpkin standing at a window looking morose, with tears in his eyes.

“Come now, Trumpkin, what’s the matter?” said Caspian as he came to a stop beside his friend. “Today is a happy day, and there’s no room in it for tears.”

Trumpkin made a sound between a snort and a sigh as he turned to face his king. “Certainly, your majesty. No tears today. But—” he smiled beneath his beard, “—Turnips and thunderbolts, Caspian! If you’d asked me a year ago, I’d have laughed myself silly rather than imagine that any of this was possible.” He swept his hand towards the window and Caspian looked out.

It was a crisp, cloudless morning, the sky bright and clear, and the sounds of singing and of instruments being played filtered all the way up to the tallest tower. Caspian watched the Dogs running to and fro as they prepared for a hunt. Dryads danced in the courtyard and fauns played their flutes. Beyond the wall, a group of dwarves were coming up from the beach, where they’d just arrived with several boats full of gold and jewels from the mainland with which they meant to beautify the castle.

“Why Trumpkin!” laughed the king, “I’m surprised at you. Wasn’t it on your recommendation that all of this was done?”

Trumpkin shook his head ruefully. “My foolish optimism, perhaps. Aslan’s Mane, but times have changed.”

He cleared his throat and nodded towards the beach. “King Edmund said he’d have built a bridge if Cair Paravel had been an island in his day. What say you, King Caspian?”

The castle still needed furnishing, but there were finally tables in the feasting hall and the armory was stocked with swords. Doctor Cornelius was well on his way to reestablishing the library, and soon Cair Paravel would be adorned with the finest dwarven jewels.

“Next year,” Caspian replied. “I’ll put you in charge of its construction.”

Remember me, my God, for good.

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