#the chronicles of narnia prince caspian

[aimeecarreros]

lmao wrong weapon, sorry bro

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[the-jules-world]

thoughts on the Pevensies returning home

Peter Pevensie was a strange boy. His mind is too old for his body, too quick, too sharp for a boy. He walks with a presence expected of a king or a royal, with blue eyes that darken like storms. He holds anger and a distance seen in veterans, his hand moving to his hip for a scabbard that isn't there - knuckles white. He moves like a warless soldier, an unexplained limp throwing his balance. He writes in an intricate scrawl unseen before the war, his letters curving in a foreign way untaught in his education. Peter returned a stranger from the war, silent, removed, an island onto himself with a burden too heavy for a child to bear.

Only in the aftermath of a fight do his eyes shine; nose burst, blood dripping, smudged across his cheek, knuckles bruised, and hands shaking; he's alive. He rises from the floor, knighted, his eyes searching for his sisters in the crowd. His brother doesn't leave his side. They move as one, the Pevensies, in a way their peers can't comprehend as they watch all four fall naturally in line.

But Peter is quiet, studious, and knowledgeable, seen only by his teachers as they read pages and pages of analytical political study and wonderful fictional tales. "The Pevensie boy will go far," they say, not knowing he already has.

His mother doesn't recognize him after the war. She watches distrustfully from a corner. She sobs at night, listening to her son's screams, knowing nothing she can do will ease their pain. Helen ran on the first night, throwing Peter's door open to find her children by his bedside - her eldest thrashing uncontrollably off the mattress with a sheen of sweat across his skin. Susan sings a mellow tune in a language Helen doesn't know, a hymn, that brings Peter back to them. He looks to Edmund for something and finds comfort in his eyes, a shared knowing. Her sons, who couldn't agree on the simplest of discussions, fall in line. But Peter sleeps with a knife under his cushion. She found out the hard way, reaching for him during one of his nightmares only to find herself pinned against the wall - a wild look in Peter's eye before he staggered back and dropped the knife.

Edmund throws himself into books, taking Lucy with him. They sit for hours in the library in harmony, not saying a word. His balance is thrown too, his mind searching for a limp that he doesn't have, missing the weight of his scabbard at his side. He joins the fencing club and takes Peter with him. They fence like no one else; without a worthy adversary, the boys take to each other with a wildness in their grins and a skillset unforeseen in beginner fencers. Their rapiers are an exertion of their bodies, as natural as shaking hands, and for the briefest time, they seem at peace. He shrinks away from the snow when it comes, thrust into the darkest places of his mind, unwilling to leave the house. He sits by the chessboard for hours, enveloped in his studies until stirred.

Susan turns silent, her mind somewhere far as she holds her book. Her hands twitch too, a wince when the door slams, her hand flying to her back where her quiver isn't. She hums a sad melody that no one can place, mourning something no one can find. She takes up archery again when she can bear a bow in her hands without crying, her callous-less palms unfamiliar to her, her mind trapped behind the wall of adolescence. She loses her friends to girlishness and youth, unable to go back to what she was. Eventually, she loses Narnia too. It's easier, she tells herself, to grow up and move on and return to what is. But her mourning doesn't leave her; she just forgets.

Lucy remains bright, carrying a happier song than her sister. She dances endlessly, her bare feet in the grass, and sings the most beautiful songs that make the flowers grow and the sun glisten. Though she has grown too, shed her childhood with the end of the war. She stands around the table with her sister, watching, brow furrowed as her brothers play chess. She comments and predicts, and makes suggestions that they take. She reads, curled into Edmund's side as his high voice lulls her to sleep with tales of Arthurian legends. She swims, her form wild and graceful as she vanishes into the water. They can't figure out how she does it - a girl so small holding her breath for so long. She cries into her sister, weeping at the loss of her friends, her too-small hands too clumsy for her will.

"I don't know our children anymore," Helen writes to her husband, overcome by grief as she realizes her children haven't grown up but away into a place she cannot follow.

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[domonicriley]

'Bother,' said Edmund, 'I've left my new torch in Narnia.'

One of the best final lines in literature.

#narnia #prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie #quotes

[captain-lessship]

*wakes up in a cold sweat*

What if I re-wrote The White Witch to be younger and Edmunds love interest and my boy legit goes “I can fix her.” And she waits for him as the winter snow til he returns and when he does the snow flurries follows him???

*falls back asleep*

#fanfic writing #fanfic #romance #x reader #x female reader #female reader #the chronicles of narnia prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia #the chronicles of Narnia the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #rewrite #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader

[darklinaforever]

You love Edmund too?! Love his character.

I love Edmund! And I'm fascinated by the relationship he formed with the White Witch. It was so satisfying when he destroyed his wand at the end of the first movie and stabbed him in the back in the 2nd.

Oh, and I totally understand the appeal of Casmund, even if I don't actively ship them.

#narnia #narnia trilogy #cs lewis #the chronicles of narnia #narnia the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the chronicles of narnia prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia the voyage of the dawn treader #edmund pevensie #prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia the lion the witch and the wardrobe battle #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the voyage of the dawn treader #casmund

[narniansmagic]

Anna Popplewell posing for Reading Rep Theatre. Anna will be in the show’s new queer adaptation of Hedda Gabler next month ( FEB 22 - MAR 11)

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[wasp-coffee]

Fucking crying over Narnia again FUCK regina spektor gets me every time

#end of prince caspian gets me EVERY TIME #narnia prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia prince caspian

[the-court-rat-jester]

Aslan: I love all my kids the same. 💞Lucy💞, Susan, Edmund...

Peter: Forgetting anyone?

Aslan: no 🥰

#the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the chronicles of narnia #the chronicles of narnia prince caspian #this is specifically about the prince caspian movie and how he gave peter the run around the entire movie lol

[inlovewithquotes]

You doubt your value. Don't run from who you are.

- Aslan

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[hellman55]

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian [PS3] Longplay Walkthrough Playthrough Full Game

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[supernovasilence]

Ok we all talk about the Pevensies' trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too

They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he's all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn't know her children haven't seen her in over a decade.

They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.

It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.

(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you'd think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)

Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don't remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.

Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)

Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It's a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he's High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)

Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)

Lucy doesn't have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah

Lucy loves to climb into her siblings' laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she's upset, he'll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she's smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom's lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor's house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she's back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.

But if Lucy looks out the window, all she'll see is the rain over London, so it's not only a cold and grey sort of day, it's a lonely sort of day too.

Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren't that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he's going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it's simply a matter of course.

"Doesn't the rain sound familiar?" says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.

Their mother doesn't know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, "Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.

(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he's grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia headcanons #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #helen pevensie #the pevensies #okay this did end up a little bittersweet at the end but I tried #let's all just focus on the high king falling off counters alright #and yes the siblings all picked up narnian swear words and i refuse to believe otherwise #i'm also suddenly wondering how much language drift there is in narnia #when the pevensies return in prince caspian are all the swear words/exclamations they learned outdated? #are they using the narnian equivalent of oh horsefeathers? #nova actually posts stuff #long post // #the higher the queuer #post lww pevensies #soft post lww headcanons

[zluty-spendlik]

Caspian and co were like "gosh this duel idea is great and all, but how the heck are we gonna get Miraz, whos army is like three times bigger, to agree to it??"

And the Pevensies were all like: "No yeah we'll just send this little shit right here, he can provoke anyone into doing anything, trust us"

While Edmund so-you-bravely-refuse-to-fight-a-swordsman-half-your-age Pevensie just raised an eyebrow, grinning.

#edmund pevensie #caspian x #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #not really including lucy cause she wouldnt swear but shed tots agree #narnia #chronicles of narnia #prince caspian

[domonicriley]

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian from 2008 is what I would call a good movie but a bad adaptation.

I do give the movie makers some space to move, as I believe Caspian is one of the more sparse books in the series. It doesn’t feature the same wonder as the first trip into Narnia with LWW, nor the adventure of Dawn Treader, or the hardship of the quest in Silver Chair, yet the studio proved that they are not merely padding as they choose to cut out one of the biggest scenes in the book.

I think that all the Narnia movies, including any they make in future, will always suffer. To me, Narnia is a place in the minds of the readers. It is so simply described by Lewis, who gives us just enough to tempt out imagination to fill in the gaps. It is not like Tolkien, who is meticulous in description, rather we’re given the simple prose and allowed to make our own conclusions. Such a thing is difficult to bring to the screen, especially when the filmmakers are trying to rival Lord of the Rings for epic scenes. Perhaps if they understood the source material better, they would be more true to it.

Read my full article on the movie here:

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[captain-lessship]

The Lute Of Love (Pt. 1?)

Your job was a glorified instrument picker, no respect for the delicate intricacies of music. That thought rang through your head as you mindlessly plucked the same set of notes on your lute that he always demanded of you.

Miraz and his guests never appreciated the songs.

But Caspian did.

He was watching you, burning the movement of your fingers on the string set. Caspian never interrupted your songs but you could see a question brewing in his mind.

You smiled in acknowledgment, mind going to thoughts of him.

You and Caspian had always had an interesting relationship: despite being only a year older than him, you were the one to teach him the arts and he was the one to teach you defense and marksmanship. Even though you both preferred your respective domains, you could hold your own in the others.

Caspian was a flutist at heart, never seeming to run out of air and you were simply too quick to get stabbed.

You both spent the majority of your time together, either practicing or enjoying youth.

It was not uncommon for you and Caspian to run off early in the morning and be back deep into the night.

Running through fields, jumping into rivers and climbing trees like you were younger. Some of your happiest times were spent laid in your back, watching the sky go from the morning peach to the midday blue to the setting sun orange to the dusk indigo. All while Caspian recited anything that his professor taught him that day.

Caspian continued to stare at you, a soft smile coming to his face. He wanted to tell you how he felt about you but he didn’t know if you felt the same. It wasn’t strange for people who spent a long time together to grow romantic feelings but Caspian worried that it was one sided.

You were simply the most beautiful man Caspian had ever seen. Eyes clearer than a summer day, hair that framed you face of gorgeous features perfectly. Besides your appearance, Caspian adored your intelligence. It radiated through your actions: analyzing books, learning of different languages and twinge of medical knowledge. You were simply the greatest.

As the song came to an end, Caspian walked to you. “Hello, you played beautifully.”

You looked at him, “Thank you, your majesty.”

“Will you walk with me?” He asked, hoping to let you know how he felt.

You stood up, “Yes, I believe I am no longer needed.” You quipped, pointing at the drunken chanting men.

Caspian offered you his arms but you only laughed and walked to the door, not understanding that he genuinely meant it. He followed behind.

Soon you walked up one of the towers, stopping to look out the window. Stars reflecting in your eyes. Caspian took in the sight before him, immediately noticing that you looked tired.

“You seem tired.” He said.

You looked at him, taking in his dark wood colored eyes, “I haven’t slept well the past few nights. I feel that something terrible will happen and strange dreams have come to me.”

Caspian put his hand in your shoulder, “Nothing will happen to you while I am here. And what kinds of dreams.”

You softly smiled, “I don’t feel like it will happen to me. It will happen to you.” Your voice slightly broke, “I see it in the dreams too.”

“What happens to me?” He asked, getting even closer to you.

Your eyes cut between the window and his worried expression. “I dream of an arrow. It is flying through a battle, dodging everyone except you. When it gets to you, it pierces your heart and you hit the ground.”

Silence fell between the two of you. He was the one to break it. “I don’t think it’s like you to put so much thought into dreams.” He said, moving directly in front of you. “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

He stalled only a moment, “I believe I love you.”

You blinked at him, confusion coming to your face. You opened your mouth to talk but he cut you off.

“I love you. Romantically. You are my dearest friend and consul. If you do not love me too, that’s okay but a part of my heart will always be yours.”

You were silent. A thousand thoughts racing through your mind. “Caspian, you do not know the severity of what you say. You are my dearest friend as well but love? You don’t know what that is.”

“But I know I feel it for you.”

You smiled and took his hand from your shoulder into yours. “Is it me or is it the absence of anyone else to love?”

Caspian was beginning to feel that this was a bad idea, “You could put me in a room with the most beautiful, most intelligent, most important people in all of the land but my eyes would still fall to you.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t love Caspian, you actually loved him more than life itself, it was the fact that you were scared of how his life would be if he chose you.

A prince choosing a court musician as a lover instead of a mere fling was unheard of. What would they say about him? What would they say about you? But at the end of the day, did you really care about what anyone else thought.

“I love you too. But we must think about how this will affect our lives.”

“If they care about us, they’ll understand.”

“Not everyone looks at royalty with favor, what will you do when they disregard this?”

“Tell them it is not their lives and that I am still me. Still the prince and future ruler and I still intend to be the best one.”

You smiled, that was a good answer.

The next few days were extremely fun. Caspian came to you more and more, he would call you his love and his songbird. You enjoyed the terms of endearment. People began to notice that you looked at each other with more fondness. This brought happiness to them, a total opposite reaction of what you suspected.

Everyone loved to see love.

Caspian confided in his professor, Cornelius, about it all. He was happy for Caspian but wished he would focus more on his studies instead of drawing doodles of your initials and his.

Caspian also told his aunt. She was so excited about it, insisting that he come tell her ever so often of the things you both did. Even his uncle seemed to be happy or at least not displeased about it.

You plucked a few new notes on your lute as you sat on the edge of Caspian’s bed, completely focused on the song, not noticing the door open.

It was late and Caspian was tired but he could help but be excited when he saw you. “What you doing up this late?”

You jumped slightly, “Oh! I was waiting for you.”

Caspian laid down on the bed, “that was nice of you.”

You placed your lute down beside the bed, hand drifting to his. “Do you want to go to bed?”

“I do, but I don’t have the energy to get into pajamas.” He closed his eyes.

You laughed lightly, “At least take your boots off.”

Caspian whined as he did so. Now that he was sitting up, he looked at you. “Why do you look even prettier when I am tired?”

“Because your mind is week by the end of the day.” You joked, standing up.

“Where are you going?” He said, genuinely confused on why you were attempting to leave.

“To bed.” You said, looking back at him.

“What’s wrong with this one?” He asked.

Caspian was looking at you like a puppy and you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that sleeping alone brought bad dreams. You kicked off your shoes and took off your over shirt.

As you climbed back into bed, Caspian laid back down. He looped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and resting his head on your shoulder.

You sighed tiredly as you sunk deeper into his bed. It was so comfy that you could stay there forever.

But not tonight.

You were jerked awake by Caspian and rushed to the wardrobe. Sleep still tan through your mind as you picked up on bits and pieces of the conversation. When you fully grasped what was going on, you grabbed only your lute, leaving even your shoes and followed behind Caspian.

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[minamorris1857]

Can we talk about how chaotic Narnian battles would feel?? Especially in Prince Caspian. Like, imagine you’re a little Telmarine soldier waiting for the catapults to go and you’ve got all your regiments in nice orderly rows and these two 16 year olds suddenly yell “charge” and the ground opens up beneath you, a mouse with a sword the size of a large pencil takes out your bestie, a griffin drops a dwarf 5 ft away from you and he comes up swinging. As you try to rationalize this, you’re stabbed by a twelve year old with a British accent. Finally, a really freaking big lion shows up, roars, and your entire army collectively pees their pants. At one point in the movie (yes I know the movies aren’t quite the same as the book but they’re still good) Peter says like “we have the element of surprise” like dude, you have drafted the trees I’m pretty sure everyone’s gonna be surprised no matter what.

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[narniansmagic]

Georgie Henley | press conference 2008

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