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bantha_fodderThe Second Christmas
briefly betaed by Liz. this fic has a g rating, much like the books.
this piece of fiction was written by bantha_fodder, on the occasion of it being almost Christmas. i do not own any of these characters, and i make no profit from the writing of this story, and i only do it out of love so please don't sue me. this extended disclaimer is because the estate likes coming after fic writers with an axe.
As the days grew dark earlier and the wind blew colder from the North, Edmund grew short and irritable with his siblings.
"I don't know why you even bother," yelled Edmund as Peter held Lucy by the waist and lifted her into the air so she could hang the holly leaves, "it's not like we've anything to celebrate." As Edmund stormed out of the hall, Mrs Beaver shook her head.
"It's dreadful," tsked the beaver, "the way She's still got a hold on your brother."
"It's not that," said Lucy. Peter dropped her gently to the ground and her blue skirts billowed around her legs. "It couldn't be."
Lucy, wise beyond her years and happy to ask for advice, sought counsel from her good friend Mister Tumnus. She sat with him; partook of tea and toast and at least three sardines, and asked him what it felt like to do as the Witch asked.
"It is like cold," he said, and looked into the fire. "It is like ice around your heart, and the knowledge that you will never be happy."
"And that it will always be winter?"
"And never Christmas." The faun pursed his lips, and as he reached for his cup, his hand shook. In the firelight, Lucy thought he might be crying, but she blinked, and it was only the light.
She reached out, and rested her hand upon his. "Christmas is here now," she said, "You needn't worry about that any longer."
"But what about all the ones that passed whilst She sat upon her throne? Narnia shall never celebrate those Christmases." Mister Tumnus shook his head, and Lucy did not draw him further.
They sat in silence as the fire died down, and when the setting sun reflected in Lucy's eyes, Mister Tumnus shooed her out the door to her horse. He kissed her cheek and she held him close as he promised to return to Cair Paravel within the week.
"It is almost Christmas," he whispered into her hair. "There is nothing for us to fear now, but I'd like to hide here, just in case."
Lucy did not push him to return sooner. She knew the fear he felt, and instead smiled at him and waved until he was hidden by the trees. She returned to Cair Paravel and spoke first not to her sister, nor one of her brothers, but to Philip, Edmund's steed and close friend. He spoke to her of long rides to the South, where the chill in the air was less pronounced, and he spoke to her of hours spent in quiet contemplation. After that he spoke no more, for he did not wish to betray Edmund's trust.
Ever polite, Lucy thanked Philiip and wandered the halls, greeting everyone she met with her cheerful grin, her passage heralded by her joyful laughter.
Peter opened his door as she passed, and greeted her with a stern face. "You were away far too long, Lucy," he said, and behind him, she could hear Susan giggle. "Susan," he snapped, and turned his head to look into his rooms. "You mustn't undermine my authority by laughing at me."
"Oh, like you missed her," Susan said, delightedly. "You were too busy dancing and making wreaths."
Lucy laughed and hugged her brother. "It's good that you had such fun, for I have a favour to ask." Lucy ushered Peter into his own rooms, and shut the door behind them.
In the morning, Lucy rose with the sun, and clad still in her night clothes, she padded into Edmund's rooms.
"Come, Ed!" she cried, as she drew back first the curtains to his bedroom, and then the curtains surrounding his bed. "It's time to get up!"
"Shove off," he replied, and burrowed into his bedclothes. "No reason to get out of bed."
Lucy listened for doors creaking open and feet padding across the floors, and clambered onto her brother's bed. "But there is! There is the best reason of all!"
The door swung open, and Susan and Peter entered, their arms laden with packages. "Come on, Ed," said Susan. "Don't be a spoil sport at Christmas!"
"It isn't Christmas," said Edmund, sitting up.
"It is for you," said Peter.
"We know you missed out last year, so we thought you'd better catch up now!"
"Well, it was Lucy's idea," corrected Peter, as Lucy threw her arms around Edmund and pinned him to the bed.
"So Merry Christmas and open your presents!" yelled Lucy. Susan laughed and threw them at Edmund until he tore them open and the paper fell about their ears like the snow that had yet to fall to the ground outside.
Edmund didn't say thank you, but when he smiled it lit up the room, and for Lucy, it was enough.
She hugged him again, and Peter and Susan followed suit.
They didn't let go.
END
This is the end of my post. Have a good one, LJ, I'll be around, maybe, but maybe not. Remember to read Yuletide tomorrow!
briefly betaed by Liz. this fic has a g rating, much like the books.
this piece of fiction was written by bantha_fodder, on the occasion of it being almost Christmas. i do not own any of these characters, and i make no profit from the writing of this story, and i only do it out of love so please don't sue me. this extended disclaimer is because the estate likes coming after fic writers with an axe.
As the days grew dark earlier and the wind blew colder from the North, Edmund grew short and irritable with his siblings.
"I don't know why you even bother," yelled Edmund as Peter held Lucy by the waist and lifted her into the air so she could hang the holly leaves, "it's not like we've anything to celebrate." As Edmund stormed out of the hall, Mrs Beaver shook her head.
"It's dreadful," tsked the beaver, "the way She's still got a hold on your brother."
"It's not that," said Lucy. Peter dropped her gently to the ground and her blue skirts billowed around her legs. "It couldn't be."
Lucy, wise beyond her years and happy to ask for advice, sought counsel from her good friend Mister Tumnus. She sat with him; partook of tea and toast and at least three sardines, and asked him what it felt like to do as the Witch asked.
"It is like cold," he said, and looked into the fire. "It is like ice around your heart, and the knowledge that you will never be happy."
"And that it will always be winter?"
"And never Christmas." The faun pursed his lips, and as he reached for his cup, his hand shook. In the firelight, Lucy thought he might be crying, but she blinked, and it was only the light.
She reached out, and rested her hand upon his. "Christmas is here now," she said, "You needn't worry about that any longer."
"But what about all the ones that passed whilst She sat upon her throne? Narnia shall never celebrate those Christmases." Mister Tumnus shook his head, and Lucy did not draw him further.
They sat in silence as the fire died down, and when the setting sun reflected in Lucy's eyes, Mister Tumnus shooed her out the door to her horse. He kissed her cheek and she held him close as he promised to return to Cair Paravel within the week.
"It is almost Christmas," he whispered into her hair. "There is nothing for us to fear now, but I'd like to hide here, just in case."
Lucy did not push him to return sooner. She knew the fear he felt, and instead smiled at him and waved until he was hidden by the trees. She returned to Cair Paravel and spoke first not to her sister, nor one of her brothers, but to Philip, Edmund's steed and close friend. He spoke to her of long rides to the South, where the chill in the air was less pronounced, and he spoke to her of hours spent in quiet contemplation. After that he spoke no more, for he did not wish to betray Edmund's trust.
Ever polite, Lucy thanked Philiip and wandered the halls, greeting everyone she met with her cheerful grin, her passage heralded by her joyful laughter.
Peter opened his door as she passed, and greeted her with a stern face. "You were away far too long, Lucy," he said, and behind him, she could hear Susan giggle. "Susan," he snapped, and turned his head to look into his rooms. "You mustn't undermine my authority by laughing at me."
"Oh, like you missed her," Susan said, delightedly. "You were too busy dancing and making wreaths."
Lucy laughed and hugged her brother. "It's good that you had such fun, for I have a favour to ask." Lucy ushered Peter into his own rooms, and shut the door behind them.
In the morning, Lucy rose with the sun, and clad still in her night clothes, she padded into Edmund's rooms.
"Come, Ed!" she cried, as she drew back first the curtains to his bedroom, and then the curtains surrounding his bed. "It's time to get up!"
"Shove off," he replied, and burrowed into his bedclothes. "No reason to get out of bed."
Lucy listened for doors creaking open and feet padding across the floors, and clambered onto her brother's bed. "But there is! There is the best reason of all!"
The door swung open, and Susan and Peter entered, their arms laden with packages. "Come on, Ed," said Susan. "Don't be a spoil sport at Christmas!"
"It isn't Christmas," said Edmund, sitting up.
"It is for you," said Peter.
"We know you missed out last year, so we thought you'd better catch up now!"
"Well, it was Lucy's idea," corrected Peter, as Lucy threw her arms around Edmund and pinned him to the bed.
"So Merry Christmas and open your presents!" yelled Lucy. Susan laughed and threw them at Edmund until he tore them open and the paper fell about their ears like the snow that had yet to fall to the ground outside.
Edmund didn't say thank you, but when he smiled it lit up the room, and for Lucy, it was enough.
She hugged him again, and Peter and Susan followed suit.
They didn't let go.
END
This is the end of my post. Have a good one, LJ, I'll be around, maybe, but maybe not. Remember to read Yuletide tomorrow!
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Date: 2005-12-23 08:16 pm (UTC)Christ, this feedback was brought by the letter P. Long live alliteration!
P.S. Mr. Tumnus is looove, and why did you make me want to cuddle Edmund? Damn you.
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Date: 2005-12-24 01:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 10:46 am (UTC)I love this story
Date: 2005-12-24 05:44 am (UTC)"But what about all the ones that passed whilst She sat upon her throne? Narnia shall never celebrate those Christmases." Mister Tumnus shook his head, and Lucy did not draw him further.
I wanted to hug him. :'( Thanks for sharing this story. It's funny I always think of Edmund as a little snot because of his behaviour in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe but he really does come good in the end.
Re: I love this story
Date: 2005-12-24 05:53 am (UTC)Bob
Re: I love this story
Date: 2005-12-24 07:01 am (UTC)Re: I love this story
Date: 2005-12-24 07:00 am (UTC)I love Edmund, because he is a shit in LWW, but he redeems himself and wants to fix his mistakes, and not everyone is willing to do that.
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Date: 2005-12-24 07:32 am (UTC)thank you!
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Date: 2005-12-24 02:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 07:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 02:31 pm (UTC)psst - did you see I wrote Hermione/Cedric?
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Date: 2005-12-25 07:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 08:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 02:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 08:22 am (UTC)Also, whenever I picture Mr. Tumnus in my head now he always looks like James McAvoy. This is not a bad thing.
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Date: 2005-12-24 02:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 03:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 09:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 02:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-24 01:53 pm (UTC)Happy Christmas Eve! Although since you're Australian and crazy it's probably in fact New Year 2007 by now.
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Date: 2005-12-24 02:38 pm (UTC)Edmund totally just needs a cuddle. And presents, because Santa gave gifts to everyone but him. EVEN THOUGH HE WAS NAUGHTY AND TOTALLY DESERVED COAL IN HIS STOCKING.
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Date: 2005-12-24 04:06 pm (UTC)*loves*
I LOVE YOU PEN AS IF YOU DID NOT KNOW!
alsoomgsusanwasinpeter'sroom*shifty*
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Date: 2005-12-25 04:05 am (UTC)omgshetotallywasbecauseintheevenings,afterdinner,they omg this is too hard. in the evenings, after dinner, they sit in his rooms and drink tea by the firelight and chat about the day's proceedings and touch base, and basically spend a quiet time with one another. AND THEY MIGHT BE NAKED. YOU KNOW. SOMETIMES.
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Date: 2005-12-25 05:39 pm (UTC)This was sweet, Pen!
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Date: 2005-12-24 10:52 pm (UTC)Merry Christmas...
's very nice story it is ;)
AFD
[friendsurfing from themonkycabal :D ]
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Date: 2005-12-25 04:06 am (UTC)