#battle of beruna

[aesthetic--mood]

Narnia Autumn Aesthetic

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #c.s. lewis #books #movies #autumn #autumn aesthetic #lamp post #stone table #cair paravel #battle of beruna #aslan #aslan the lion #jadis the white witch #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #the pevensies #pevensie family #aesthetic #magic #magic world #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #prince caspian #the voyage of the dawn treader #king caspian #mr tumnus #the white witch #narnia fandom

[queenlucythevaliant]

"Battles are ugly when women fight" =/= "women shouldn't fight ever." Jack never said that. In Narnia, women demonstrably do fight in battles. Case in point: Lucy in HHB, Jill in LB.

You can judge the moral value of any society based on how it treats its most vulnerable members: women, children, minorities. Women are inherently vulnerable in wartime. Any battle in which women must fight is de facto extremely ugly, and it reflects very poorly on the society that placed them in that position.

That said, "Women feel that they must fight in the battle because the situation is so desperate/the culture fails to recognize their vulnerability/the culture actively exploits them" is entirely different than "adult women choose to fight as a matter of calling and do so in culturally appropriate ways." There's a very good reason why most modern democratic nations allow women to enlist, but don't include women in their drafts.

Father Christmas says "battles are ugly when women fight" specifically to clarify that Susan and Lucy don't have to go into battle against the Witch even though he's arming them. He's saying, "That's not your job; Narnia won't put its women in positions where they must fight." This is not a remotely misogynist statement; it's saying that a noble society has a responsibility to care for women during wartime. Which. Yes.

#i am almost positive that I've seen this sentiment expressed around these parts before in similar terms #but i figured I'd take a crack at articulating it anyway #Father Christmas was 100% right to discourage the girls from fighting ar Beruna #but it's also awesome that Lucy does go into battle later on #and I believe with every fiber of me heart that she was knighted at some point #these things! are not mutually exclusive! #reading fairy tales again #narnia #pontifications and creations #i enjoy being a girl

[fallingskiesandrisingseas]

Susan Pevensie comes back from Narnia and tries to forget, not because she doesn't believe in Narnia anymore, but because it hurts too much thinking about what she lost.

In Narnia, she was revered, respected. People wrote songs about her, asked for her hand in marriage. She was with her siblings, and she was free, and she could finally stop worrying about her brothers dying in an air raid. She had a people she protected, a land she ruled, and family to look after. She was respected in courts and battefields alike.

Narnia brought other problems, of course. Not all her suitors were kind about her rejection, and Peter and Edmund were expected to lead armies, which meant they were always in the line of fire. More than once had they come home with grave injuries that took months to recover from, even with Lucy's secret potion.

It is this Narnia Susan vividly remembers just aftee she comes back, a wild and savage land where magic roams free, but evil roams free too. It is the Narnia of eternal winter, of giants and ogres, of Aslan dying on the Stone Table. The Narnia of Telmarines, of dead friends, of failed sieges.

England forces her back into obedience, into a mold. Tells her to behave in a way expected of a young lady. Lucy can stay wild a little longer, but Susan has an education to focus on, men to impress. England tells her she is below her brothers again, should get married and have kids.

So Susan tries to forget, convincing herself that the stiff upper lip, tight collars, kneelong skirts, ridicule from adults when she speaks her mind and forced silence is better than the freedom she had in Narnia.

For that freedom had to be paid for in blood. At least in England her family and friends don't risk dying, not after the war.

She alienates from her brothers and sister further. She tells them Narnia was a game, a fantasy. But the difference in faith is also due tk the way she has to hide how it changed her. Peter, Lucy and Edmund do not have to. The boys write long essays about justice and religion, join the fencing team. Lucy dances everywhere she goes and is known to never wear shoes if she can help it.

But the archery club at school will not accept Susan. Neither will the debate team. Her teachers are annoyed with the fact she never slips up, disgruntled at the fact a woman runs rings around them intelectually. Susan is a young woman after a time of war, and all of society would rather she shut up and do what she is told.

Soon, Susan has new friends, new things that matter. All these adult thoughts she can only discuss with her brothers and sister drive her crazy, and there is no one around that takes them seriously. And so she tries to grow up as fast as possible, get to an age where people listen to her again. She forgets so that she doesn't have to deal with the feeling she was meant for much more, to ease the mourning of all that she lost when she kissed Caspian goodbye.

All the Pevensies start forgetting Narnia slowly, the memories fading. Soon none of them remember the names of their generals at Beruna. They forget the smell of battle, the weight of an iron sword in their hands. But they all still walk as if their crowns are on their heads, and ride horses in a way none of their instructors understand. It takes a while before they are back to their Narnian levels, but it is clear to them someone has instructed them before. None of them can figure out what commands they use, however. Is it western style, perhaps? Or maybe rodeo? They cannot have been taught in England, not with the amount of control they can exert with and without saddles, the sense of balance. Some of their teachers are astonished by their academic growth, but others attribute it to the lax education standards after the war. Susan is sold short most often, but all the Pevensie children suffer from arguments with teachers and attitude problems. Teachers generally don't like it if you behave like you are older or more important than them. It's worse because they are almost never wrong, even though all of them feel the effects that having a teenage brain has on their speed of thought and the coherence of their arguments.

The Pevensies deal with these remnants of Narnia in different ways. Susan becomes an actress. She picks West End over Oxford because the stage is a place she is allowed to be free. And since Narnia, dry textbooks don't thrill her like they used to, while the fantasy concepts of spirits and courts and magic and other things thespians work with entince her all the more. Inside her is a longing to become someone else. She knows where it comes from, but she doesn't want to acknowledge it.

Susan plays a queen often, or a diplomat, or a model. Something about her performances have audiences hooked, convinced she was royalty in a different life.

Remembering Narnia hurts. She scolds someone for being reckless with the stage props while teaching them the correct way for a full minute before realizing the person in question is older than her, and doesn't listen to a young woman. He has the same name as her younger brother.

So Susan forgets. But as she carves her way into the elite of old Hollywood, years later, she begins to remember as well. What it's like to have a voice. How it feels like to have people listen.

When Lucy, Edmund and Peter die in the train accident, Susan weeps for days. She knows what she has lost in them. She is now the only person fluent in their interpersonal language, the only one that still remembers the mating call of the centaurs, what jokes a forest spirit makes. She is now truly alone in the world.

Narnia comes rushing back to her during this grieving period. Eventually, she remembers that she used to have a voice, a crown, lovers of whatever gender she wanted. And also how Narnia would have you pay for freedom in blood. They gave up on that freedom to protect her siblings. only to lose them anyways. Suddenly, Susan remembers how Narnia was fair, how a bargain struck was a bargain kept. She remembers the nymphs, the trees in spring. She remembers the beauty of it all.

Later, when Susan is a grown woman and an arrived actor in Hollywood, Aslan begins returning to her dreams. He never speaks to her, but the sight of him gives her strenght. She was once Susan the Gentle, who accompanied Aslan to his death. It is time she returns to being that person.

After the Stonewall riots and during the AIDS epidemic, Susan is the only actress willing to make a public stand. It costs her 2 box office hits and a 3 month ban from the tabloids. But she remembers justice, and the price of freedom. Others start looking to her for wisdom, just like they did all those years ago. Susan feels her quiet strenght returning, her faith slowly coming back.

She stops wishing she could forget Narnia. The magic that was responsible for the memory faded with time. Maybe it was just to protect her from mourning a world where she was so much more.

When Susan looks at the boys coming back from wars in Korea and Vietnam, she recognizes the look in their eyes. Reflected in their behaviour is a maturity that shouldn't be present in teenagers. The loss of innocence, the unrepairable damage to their childhood illusions. It is a look she spent her twenties avoiding mirrors for, because she knew what it meant. No matter what she told herself then, she believed in Narnia. She still does now.

She knows her siblings are in a different place now, and that she revoked her faith in that place, but slowly, as the years grey her hair and wrinkle her face, she begins to believe she may one day join them there. She remembers Aslan as a kind lion, even if he wasn't a tame one.

She grew old in Narnia once, after all. She hopes to die there.

Once a queen of Narnia, always a queen of Narnia

#my most famous post on here is about the Pevensies coming back to England #here are some more thoughts about it. #narnia meta #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #narnia #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #susan pevensie meta #idk this concept of forgetting the other world seems fucked up #prince caspian #character analysis #fanfic #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie fanfic #the problem of susan

[maremartinelli]

I WILL STAY WITH YOU

KingCaspian X Pevensie!Reader

Summary: To which Y/n decides to stay in Narnia the second time and ends up meeting up with her brothers in the Dawn Treader.

Words: 1.5K+

Warnings: Mention of battle, golden age characters, marriage, mentions of pregnancy.

Author: Always saying that English is not my first language, I ask for forgiveness for any mistakes that may be made in writing. Just let me know, here Y/n has her romantic home which is Caspian, but I will portray more of the sibling relationship she has with Edmund and Lucy. (I'll write part 2 and 3, I'll let you know)

MASTERLIST

Y/n Pevensie was a sweet, kind, cheerful and very understanding girl. He thought about himself and others, he cared about any detail that could be bothering his brothers, especially the two youngest.

She was the oldest of the five, Y/n was three years older than Peter and in her mind, she was responsible for her siblings when their parents weren't present. Of course, Peter always helped him with his younger brothers, they were very close.

And when they went to Narnia for the first time, the responsibility on Y/n grew even more. Well, you see, Edmund was being attracted by the White Witch, no one initially believed Lucy when she said she found a new world in the house's wardrobe and the fact that they were in a totally magical place with magical creatures didn't help either.

However, after the war ended, the five Pevensies became kings and queens of Narnia.

Queen Y/n, the warrior.

King Peter the Magnificent.

Queen Susan, the gentle.

King Edmund the Just

And Queen Lucy, the fearless.

Oh, it was a beautiful 15 years of reign for the five brothers, until one day it all ended in the blink of an eye.

It was a while before everything went back to normal and they adapted to the routine in England again.

Until the second call to Narnia happened.

Ah, that calling.

Everything changed for Y/n, this time she went to Narnia. The queen had met Prince Caspian, a gentlemanly, respectful, loving, kind and sweet man. Everything Y/n looked for in someone.

After the Beruna war took place, the Pevensie brothers spent a few weeks at the castle with the Prince until Peter decided it was time to return to England. Of course, in the meantime Caspian and Y/n's relationship grew, developed and matured. Even though they are young and 17/18 years old.

After much conversation and explanation from Aslan, Y/n decided that she would not return to England again. She felt that Narnia was truly her place and that her destiny was set there. In magical lands and with Caspian by your side.

The brothers' farewell to Y/n was very strong, no one knew if they would see their older sister again.

Hugs, confessions and endearing words were exchanged between them as Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy returned to London.

Now, 3 years after the brothers returned. Y/n was more than happy where she belonged.

She and Caspian had been married a year ago and things in Narnia were going from good to better. Peace reigned in the Narnian lands and there was nothing Y/n wanted more.

Obviously, she missed her brothers and asked Aslan so that at least once, she could see them.

And he answered!!

Y/n, Caspian and some of Narnia's strongest soldiers had left for a journey with the Dawn Treader. Caspian didn't really know what was right about this trip, but he knew he needed to do it.

The day had been dawning for a few hours, the sun was hot but the autumn wind made the sailors' bodies shiver.

Y/n was in the office below deck. She was organizing some papers she brought from Narnia so that as soon as she returned, she could tackle the next project.

A knock on the door is heard by the queen.

"Come in" she says and sees the door open, but doesn't see anyone enter. Well, until the creature jumps on your table. "Reep, what a scare!!" She laughs, placing her hand on her chest.

"I'm sorry, your majesty. I know I can't scare you," he bows in front of the woman and she laughs.

"Okay, Reep. Did you want to say something?" Y/n says pleasantly while looking at the mouse that was on her desk.

"Of course. Well, King Caspian is requesting your presence there on deck. It looks like we have views that came from the sea." He says smiling, already knowing who it was.

Y/n's eyes lit up at the phrase from her right-hand man and mouse friend. At the moment, she even wondered if it could be her brothers. But there was no doubt, she asked Aslan for almost 4 years to see her brothers again. She was a good queen and Aslan pushed to make it happen.

"By Aslan's mane!! Will it be my brothers?" Y/n throws the papers on the table and runs out of the office room and quickly goes upstairs.

"Your majesty, please!! Slow down!!" Reepicheep runs after the queen. "My legs are short"

When Y/n arrives at the top of the stairs, on the deck of the ship, she sees her husband ahead helping Lucy to balance herself and enter the Dawn Treader. A huge smile appears on the Warrior Queen's face before going to meet her sister.

"LUCYY!!" Y/n screams making the girl turn around quickly.

“Y/N!!” She responds and runs into her older sister's hug.

Lucy snuggles her head into her sister's neck while Y/n hugged her little sister tightly.

"I missed you so much" Lucy says while shedding some tears.

"You have no idea" Y/n wipes away a lone tear that falls and leaves her sister's embrace.

Lucy smiles at her and looks away to check on her sister. She frowns as she runs down her sister's body and a sweet smile appears on her face.

"Eds!!!" Y/n screams as Caspian helps his brother get to the ship.

“Y/N!?” He says surprised, but still happy.

The two brothers hug tightly and Ed inhales the sweet smell that his sister always had. It was a mix of watermelon and something sweeter that he could never identify.

Y/n and Edmund have always been more attached to each other. Of course, Y/n loved everyone equally and would do anything for them. But she felt that Ed had his own special way.

Just like Peter was attached to Lucy.

"I thought I would never see you again" Ed mumbles in a bitter voice, as he swallows the tears and leaves the hug.

"But hey, we're here!!" She kisses her brother's head and he smiles.

When she walks away, Edmund looks at his older sister and suddenly looks at Lucy. The youngest just nods her head, agreeing that she had also seen the same thing and they smile together.

With that, Caspian approaches the three and smiles.

"It's really good to see you here--" he says smiling until Eustace starts to mumble.

"Is that Eustace??" Y/n asks her brothers in horror.

Edmund just rolls his eyes and agrees.

"The idiot was with us right when we were called here"

"Ed!!"

"Lied?" He looks at Lucy and she smiles.

Eustace ends up fainting when a minotaur talks to him.

"Did I say something?"

S/n laugh.

"Don't worry, you didn't do anything. It's just that it's not common to have minotaurs in London" She explains and the minotaur nods, leaving them away.

"Come, Y/n and I have a lot to talk about with you" Caspian directs the Pevensies to the office and begins to tell them everything that happened when they were away.

While Caspian showed everything and told what they had done over the years, Lucy discreetly watched from the sidelines when Y/n would sometimes put her hand on her belly and caress it before taking it off.

"And how many years have passed there?" Y/n asks turning to Ed.

"1 year? And here?"

"3 years"

"At least it hasn't been 1000 years, like last time." he says and the rest smile.

"And then Caspian..." Lucy looks at the king and smiles. "Have you found a queen for yourself yet?"

Caspian approaches Y/n and puts his arm around her waist, while she smiles and rests her head on the king's chest.

"Not only did I find it, but I got married and we're expecting our first heir." He smiles and kisses his wife's head.

"It looks like I've become queen again" Y/n smiles and rubs her hand over her stomach.

Lucy and Edmund open their mouths in surprise and smile happily.

"I knew!!" Lucy screams happily and runs to Y/n to give her a hug. "Congratulations to you both" the girl smiles and looks at Caspian.

"Does that mean we'll be uncles?" Y/n nods at Edmund, who was standing in place absorbing all the news.

"Yes, Eds!! You will be uncles" She smiles and opens her arms, when her brother runs to her and hugs her tightly.

"Congratulations to you. You deserve every achievement" Ed smiles and shakes Caspian's hand, who was now his brother-in-law and his nephew's father.

"How old are you?" Lucy asks still excited.

“3 months” Y/n smiled.

Lucy smiles happily and looks at Edmund.

Author: These days I couldn't sleep and I kind of created a theory. I'll say it as soon as I post part 3, so you understand!!!

#fanfiction #y/n #romance #marriage #ben barnes #benjamin barnes #imagines ben barnes #prince caspian #imagines prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia

[morningnoodles]

the thing that i'm hoping to see once we get the last olympian adapted for the pjo tv show is one of those grand battle sequences that were so popular in fantasy films of the early to late aughts. think battle of beruna in narnia. the battle at helm's deep. the battle of the pelennor fields. the battle of the five armies (which i know was in like mid 2010s but still). i truly wish the battle of manhattan will have it all: the bird's eye view from one camp to the other, the wide shots, the cgi crowds depicting how huge this battle is. the panoramic shot where the two groups run towards each other. sigh. one could hope.

#i'm currently watching narnia for the first time in years and the nostalgia is hitting me so bad #pjo tv series #pjo #narnia #the hobbit #lord of the rings #keet rambles

[to-the-western-wood]

(before the battle of beruna)

peter: you get hurt, hurt 'em back

peter: you get killed... walk it off

#peter pevensie #incorrect narnia quotes #incorrect quotes #narnia

[thegiftofaslan]

New Narnia Fanfic

Title: The Echoes of History

Characters: Caspian and Peter Pevensie

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Rating: General

Summary: When Caspian's self-doubts overwhelm him on the eve of the Second Battle of Beruna, Peter checks on him. While Peter has been kinder since their encounter with the White Witch, this is the first time the two of them are alone, and the past few days of fighting have left their mark. Will Peter be able to help Caspian overcome his fears or are they destined to never get along?

Read at FF.net and AO3

Preview:

How am I ever supposed to be King?

This was one of the many thoughts that plagued Caspian's mind as he sat on the stone stairs in the How. In the hallowed shrine built as a monument of Aslan, he was only filled with doubts. Sitting at the base of the mural of Aslan, he kept feeling smaller and smaller. Having the Kings and Queens of Old guiding him through everything was a blessing and a terrible reminder. If he could barely do this with them, how was he ever going to lead alone? Plus, he didn't think was doing a great job even with their help, and he spent most of his time fighting with Peter, someone he had looked up to all his life.

And now, Peter was going to be fighting for him and his throne. Caspian had thought he should fight his Uncle himself since it was his throne they were fighting over, but that was the exact reasoning given on why he shouldn't. As Lucy had put it: "You're the future now. We'll all need you when the time is right."

All her words had done was send him further down a spiral of self-doubt and ridicule. Despite the small piece of himself reminding his cruel mind of the help he had provided in suggestions to their defense, something Edmund had even commended him for, he couldn't help the critical voice in his head telling him how useless he was.

And if he couldn't find a use for himself when literal legends were helping him, what could he do when—if he became King?

He buried his face in his hands. He hardly noticed that the water at his feet was soaking through his boots. Another reminder of his most recent failure with his encounter with the White Witch.

He couldn't get himself to move from his spot on the stairs, let alone feign an attempt at sleeping, as he knew he ought to. His mind spiraled about every possible outcome for tomorrow; leaving him jittery and wound tight. The duel wasn't until high noon, and he hardly could deal with the waiting. And the pressure.

Everyone would be looking to him, especially if the duel went array as Edmund suspected it might. But Caspian couldn't explain to Edmund that he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't think he'd be able to offer much if it came down to it. He'd just get in the way, which was starting to feel like it was the only thing he could do of late.

He wasn't sure how much time passed before he heard some quiet footsteps entering the tomb. They were light, not the hard clacking of a centaur's hooves, but surely not as soft as a badgers. Caspian reluctantly raised his head, hastily wiping away a few stray tears that trailed down his cheeks. He tried to ready himself for that look of hope everyone seemed to be giving him lately. This admiration, this certainty that he was going to save them. It was overwhelming; he didn't know how much more he could see it.

Instead of any person who'd give him such an expression, Peter entered the tomb. His expression was hard to read; Caspian thought he might be annoyed, but then again, Peter also could be as exhausted as Caspian felt. He had the same white tunic and brown pants he wore earlier, and his blond hair was a bit disheveled, probably from whatever little sleep he had gotten.

Caspian's stomach dropped at the sight of him. He wasn't even sure where he stood with Peter. There had been this anger to him, usually directed at Caspian, and a desperation about him during the raid on his Uncle's castle that Caspian couldn't quite place the origin to. But ever since they had returned from the raid and encountered the White Witch with Uncle's army quite literally appearing on their doorstep not long after, Peter became calmer somehow. It terrified Caspian.

Which version of Peter would he be receiving? The calm and kindness Peter had been showing to Caspian had only been in front of others when they couldn't afford to look divided. Now that it was just the two of them, Caspian became very afraid of what Peter would say to him. He thought it'd be hard for him to feel worse about himself, but he was scared for that to be tested.

Read the rest at FF.net or AO3

#the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia fanfic #peter pevensie #prince caspian #narnia fanfiction #my fanfiction #myfanfiction

[raging-violets]

Worked out Brielle’s role in the Battle of Beruna (LWW) and the fight against Miraz’s castle as well as the Second Battle of Beruna (PC) and I’m excited for you all to read it!!

#riley rambles #redemption riley #oc: brielle #can you tell i'm back into narnia right now? #lol

[hiqhkinq]

a town growing where the battle of beruna was fought is so...... hard-core? 💀

#the amount of people trying to claim their home stands where the high kings blood was spilled during his duel with the witch #or where the just king turned the tide of the fight at nearly the cost of his own life #it eventually evolves into essentially a tourist trap

[aesthetic--mood]

Peter Pevensie Aesthetic

#peter pevensie #the magnificent #king peter the magnificent #king #king of narnia #cair paravel #sword #knight #battle #high king peter #wolf's bane #rhindon #battle of beruna #jadis the white witch #mr tumnus #the pevensies #pavensie family #aslan the lion #aslan #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #c.s. lewis #books #movies #aesthetic #magic #magic world #william moseley

[queenlucythevaliant]

harder than you think

i. When the Narnians stole Edmund away from beneath the Witch's blade, they told him he was safe. This wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

ii. They brought him to the Stone Table. It was night. Edmund doubted very much that he would find safety there, for he still recoiled at the name of Aslan. He slept fitfully and woke the next morning before the sun was up.

iii. A sliver of gold just beyond the tent flap captured his attention, there in the dark. Unaccountably, Edmund felt the urge to rise and go towards it.

iv. And there was Aslan, who was supposed to be fearsome, supposed to be dangerous, supposed to be powerful, and he was he was he was. Dimly, Edmund felt himself hitting the ground.

v. But then Aslan said, “Come, Son of Adam. Let us walk a while, and reason together.”

vi. And as they walked together, in the cool dewy grass of early morning, the Lion told Edmund everything that he had ever done.

vii. They were standing in front of the Table when the conversation turned. Aslan spoke a riddle of a house blasted into rubble which he would piece back together overnight. He spoke of flesh being pierced, blood being shed, and of rejected stones being used for new foundations. He spoke about water welling up forever, washing you clean of everything you ever did wrong, all the blood that you ever thought of shedding, everything you ever tried to steal, and a river that carries you home when you can't walk anymore and spits you out brand new when it reaches the sea.

viii. Edmund's head swam. Silently, he yearned for the wisdom to understand what he was being told; or, failing that, at least to remember it for as long as it took him to puzzle it out.

ix. And then, the Witch. Then, the battle. The thrones. A year passed, and winter came. In its time, it melted back to glorious spring.

x. “Edmund,” said Lucy one day. “There's something we need to tell you.” She and Susan were cloaked in springtime gossamer, like fairy queens in poems he only half remembered. They sat on the window seat in his study, holding hands white-knuckled: his two beloved sisters.

xi. “It's about Aslan,” Susan said. “And the White Witch, and how he made her renounce her claim on your blood. The night before Beruna, he went back to the Stone Table.”

xii. “He let her kill him,” Lucy cut in. “Instead of you. And then, because he hadn't done anything wrong, the Emperor's Deeper Magic brought him back to life.”

xiii. “We've been arguing all year about how much to tell you,” said Susan wryly. Then, a little gentler, “We don't want to hurt you, but we feel you ought to be told what he did for you.”

xiv. And Edmund, who had never forgotten what Aslan told him on that cool, dewy morning before the sun came up, shut his eyes and whispered, “I know.”

xv. I know, he said. I know that he died. I know that he did it for me. I know he lived again because I saw him the next day, and the next, and the next. I think I know what it means - or at least, I know the shape of it.

xvi. “Oh,” said Lucy. “We should have realized that he would have told you himself.”

xvii. “Yes. But please, tell me the story all the same.”

#finally returning to this little character study series thing #I really like this one #bc Edmund pretty clearly knows about Aslan's sacrifice in later books but as of the end of lww the girls are still debating #what if anything he should be told #and like. imo that was what the early morning talk was #the gospel presented in that Jesus-y way where he's like 'this is all gonna make sense to you in a little bit once it gets fulfilled' #in addition to some of the more specific stuff about Edmund's specific sin probably #in my head the closest parallel for that conversation would end up being the magician's book with lucy #anyway #this whole series is being posted together on ao3 just so you know #narnia #the traitor who mended #reading fairy tales again #pontifications and creations #leah stories

[astridericalokison]

Can't find a fanfic...

Hi! I am in need of help...

I am trying to find a Narnia fanfiction where a lord calls Edmund a traitor and that his family hasn't forgotten what he had done before the battle of Beruna and then the crew gets restless until Lucy takes matters into her own hands and eventually swears her allegiance to Edmund to prove the lord wrong...

I just can't find it at all... I know it was on Fanfiction.net but still I can't find it... UPDATE: I FOUND IT Traitor, a chronicles of narnia fanfic | FanFiction

[paravelhq]

a young faun by comparison to his colleagues, delun is a guard in the palace. he fought alongside his fellow narnians in the battle at beruna against the white witch, making his first kill there, and it’s something he is both proud of yet will never forget: he’d be lying if the weight of killing a fellow narnian didn’t weigh heavily on his mind, even if they were one of the white witch’s followers. delun swears to protect the kings and queens because for him, it is his duty to ensure that no further faces haunt them as his own kills do. despite his burdens, however, delun is a positively pleasant person to be around, full of vibrance and energy just like the magical land he hails from. his youth shows not only in his years in numbers but in his gleeful and mischievous nature and, in truth, in his naivety; delun never knows when to give up, something which often lands him in trouble with his superiors. some of his fellow guards think that delun truly believes that if he tries hard enough, he can protect the kings and queens from even wars. will delun eventually realise that conflict is inevitable, and if so, will it shake him to the core when he does? better yet... will he still be the same energetic and juvenile person after?

DELUN is 24 years old with a WANG YIBO face claim and is open to applications.

#semi appless rp #new rp #fantasy rp #magical rp #mythology rp #open skeleton #open myth #mw

[cairpcravel]

make me choose meme. @myaekingheart: the first battle of beruna or the second battle of beruna?

“Are you with me?” “To the death.”

#battle of beruna #the lion the witch and the wardobre #jadis #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #aslan

[maremartinelli]

WILL YOU MARRY ME?? AGAIN...

Edmund Pevensie X fem!reader

Summary: Even after spending years dating and getting married in Narnia in the golden age, Edmund makes an important request to Y/n, However, now here in your world.

Words: 1.5K+

Warnings: Mention of Narnia, university, and really cute happy couple stuff.

Author: Always saying that English is not my first language, I apologize for any spelling or typing errors I may have. And as a good patriot (or not so much) I mentioned a typical Brazilian food — BRIGADEIRO. I hope everyone can experience this wonder one day!!!

MASTERLIST

Y/n and Edmund had been together forever. They were the same age, born a week apart, their childhood was spent in each other's houses. And everything changed when they went to Nárnia for the first time, in which, in the golden age, they grew up, dated, got married and when they were about to think about having an heir, Aslan sent them back to their world. Which, they were still children.

However, they were still in a relationship, with more maturity than any other pre-teen child their age.

Second time they went to Narnia, they went together and faced more challenges than when they were in the golden age. To which, Edmund almost lost Y/n in the battle of Beruna against the Telmarines.

Third time, only Edmund, Lucy and Y/n went. Well, Eustace had also parachuted into the world of Narnia. But that is beside the point.

Now, two years after the last time they went to Narnia. Y/n and Edmund had left for a new adventure together. The incredible life at University.

They left for Seattle when they had the opportunity to study at the University of Washington. Both got a scholarship for the courses they wanted. Edmund was in his second year of Law and Y/n was more than happy studying Journalism.

They both moved and were living in an apartment that the college paid for. It's a small, modest and simple place, but having each other was more than anything for them.

Edmund was in their small space in the college dormitory area, while he had a small black velvety box in his hands and looked at a pair of rings inside.

When he told his parents that he would ask Y/n to marry him, they were elated and Helen Pevensie said she had a gift for him. It was the first pair of rings that Ed's parents had worn, she said she wanted him to propose to Y/n with those same rings. Ed was so emotional that he couldn't hold back his tears that day, and now he was here, waiting for Y/n to get home from her last class of the day to propose to her.

When the brunette hears keys unlocking the door, he quickly puts the box in his pocket and takes a bouquet that was on the coffee table.

"Eds honey, you don't know what I just found!!" Y/n drops her bag on the floor as she locks the door again. "I was coming home and I saw a cafe with typical country food. I looked at the menu quickly and saw something Brazilian like, biga...pri...brigadeiro I think. I thought I'd ask you so we can go there in a bit" she takes off her shoes and turns to Edmund, who was smiling as she spoke and had a beautiful bouquet in his hands. "That it??" She asks, smiling shyly and approaching him, while Edmund takes the bouquet to her.

"They're for you" He hands over the flowers and kisses his beloved's temple.

"They're beautiful, Ed" Y/n smiles at her boyfriend and admires the flowers.

"My classes ended early today and I was passing by the flower shop here and I thought they would suit you" It wasn't a lie, Edmund always gave flowers to Y/n and said they suited the girl, today was no different, but yes, there were a special touch.

"Thank you" Y/n smiles shyly. "I'm going to put them in a jug of water, so they don't die" she walks to the kitchen and Ed follows the girl.

“So, what were you saying about the coffee shop…” He leans against the kitchen doorframe and watches Y/n walk around the small space behind a pitcher.

"Oh yes, of course!! What do you think about going there later today? It's Friday and they're open until 11 pm" she tries to get the jug that was on top and can't. "Ed, my love. Help me!! Y/n exclaims and Ed laughs heading towards her.

After taking the jug for herself, Y/n gives the brunette a quick kiss on the lips as a reward.

"I thought it was a great idea. But I kind of planned an afternoon for us"

Y/n turns quickly and looks at him with a crooked smile on her lips.

"A is?? Did you plan?"

"Yes" Ed crosses his arms in front of his chest and smiles victoriously at her.

The truth was that Ed asked Y/n's friends for help to organize a surprise for the girl, so he could ask her to marry him.

He would have done it with his sisters, but it was kind of impossible when they were on the other side of the country. But in the end, everything worked out and the girls would be at the park where Ed would ask Y/n to marry him until they got there. To keep an eye on things.

"And where are we going, Lord Edmund the Guide" Y/n approaches her boyfriend and puts her arms around his neck.

"Surprise!"

Y/n widens her eyes and smiles.

"Okay, Mysterious Ed. But what outfit should I wear for this surprise date?"

"Come, I can help you!!" He takes the girl's hand and pulls her to the shared room.

"Silly!!" Y/n smiles when he leaves her sitting on the bed and starts looking through her clothes in the closet they shared.

••••••••••••••••••••••

It doesn't take long and the two are already walking hand in hand to the surprise location.

Y/n tried everything to get information on where they were going, but Edmund refused to say anything and laughed every time Y/n mentioned an option that had nothing to do with the place.

"Now you must close your eyes" Ed walks behind her and puts a blindfold on Y/n's eyes affectionately.

"What if I fall?"

"I will be here!!" Edmund places a chaste kiss on Y/n's cheek and she smiles at his action. "Be careful, it's a bit steep here"

"Are we not park?"

"Try"

"I love this park" Y/n says as she climbs a small hill with Ed's help.

He smiled.

"I know, my love"

When they reach the top, a beautiful picnic blanket is spread out on the ground with different foods for both of them, a beautiful photo of the two is next to the basket and balloons in Y/n's favorite colors decorate the place.

With that, Edmund thanks Y/n's friends who took care of everything and they say goodbye before going down the hill, being careful not to alert Y/n of their presence.

"Is there someone here?" Y/n asks.

"Yes, me and you"

"HAHA you're very funny" she says sarcastically and he laughs.

"You can take off the blindfold now" he says and helps his girlfriend remove the black cloth that was around the future journalist's eyes.

Y/n adjusts her eyes according to the light in the room and opens her mouth in surprise when she sees everything organized and a beautiful picnic in front of her.

"Eds, this is so beautiful!!" She kneels down and takes the photo from the picture frame near the basket. "You did all this?"

Edmund nods. "Well, I had help from some people. But it was all my idea" he says proudly and Y/n laughs.

She looks at the photo again and runs her thumb over the image.

It was a photo of the two of them on the last Christmas they spent with their parents before coming to university. The two families got together and surprised the future university student by giving him several gifts for his "new" apartment. In the photo, Y/n had a pan in her hands and was about to put it on Edmund's head, when Lucy's dog invaded the photo and jumped on top of Y/n.

At the time of the photo the girl was still laughing, but the dog did complete damage. Making everyone laugh.

"Lucy's dog almost killed me that day"

"Exaggeration" Ed rolls his eyes and laughs, sitting next to the girl. "He just messed up your hair and drooled on it."

"So!! I almost died" she says being dramatic and Ed laughs.

Y/n smiles as she puts the photo back in place and looks at the balloons.

"Why all this? Is there anything important today that I don't remember?"

Ed shook his head.

"Well, yes and no" he says, already with his hand in the pocket where the box with the rings was. "Well, I fell in love with you since I saw you. Which I don't remember much, because we were born together and growing up together, so yes, I've been in love with you since God created me, I fell in love with you before I kissed you, before the touch, before saying I love you. I fell in love with your being, with what you are. They always say that we have one person who makes everything worth it, and that person is you Y/n, every time I I lie down and get up, my thought is you, I couldn't choose anyone else. It was you and it will always be you, I know I already made this request a few years ago in Narnia, but I want to marry you here too. So Y/n, will you marry me again??" He kneels in front of the girl and she smiles with tears in her eyes.

"How could I say no?? Yes, I will always say yes!!" She says, shedding some tears before Edmund hugs her.

"I love you, my eternal Queen Y/n, the faithful"

"I will always love you, King Edmund the Just"

Author: Remembering that the images are from Pinterest, but I take them and turn them into a montage!!

#fanfiction #y/n #romance #marriage #lovers #edmund pevensie #imagines #imagines edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #aslan #prince caspian

[thorinoakcnshield]

Endless list of favorite scenes: The Battle of Beruna  (The Lion, The Witch & the Wardrobe)

“FOR NARNIA. AND FOR ASLAN!”

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #battle of beruna #fantasy #my gifs #childhood memories #personal favorite #narniagifs #aslan #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #georgie henley #skandar keynes #anna popplewell #william moseley #cs lewis #tilda swinton #james mcavoy #liam neeson