You know that feeling you get when you can’t find that thing you need right now? There’s an epidemic of it in Narnia as we speak. What precious items could they possibly be searching for… and will they ever find them? Happy endings and sad outcomes alike, bring them on!
Example: “The Jade” by Ariel_of_Narnia
The royal chamber was filled with the jarring sound of a great clattering and a roar. “Where is it?”
“Are you alright, sir?” a Rabbit valet asked from the doorway.
The eyes that turned to the Rabbit blazed with fire, but only for a moment. The prince took a deep breath and responded calmly. “I fear I have misplaced a gift, but alas! I have not a quarter of an hour to find it before I must prepare for the joust.”
The Rabbit hopped into the room. “Perhaps I may be of assistance,” he volunteered. “What, pray tell, is this gift?”
The Prince seemed to size up the Rabbit. “A gem of great beauty, crowned by a brooch of gold and -“
“Is it not the one you wear upon your breast?” the Rabbit asked. The prince followed the Rabbit’s pointing paw down to his embroidered doublet. He sighed in relief and tenderly pressed his hand to the brooch. “As for the other one,” the Rabbit continued, “I believe you will find her in the royal box at the tournament.”
The prince’s eyes flashed surprise and then he smiled. “Quite so, good Hare, for she is the fairest jade of all.” With a grand sweep of his cloak, the prince swept out of the room. “Wish me luck!”
The Rabbit twitched his nose and set about setting the room to rights. “Good luck, Prince Rabadash,” he murmured. “You’ll need it.”
“Lucy! Come quickly!” Peter desperately cried out for his sister. Riding swiftly on the back of the Great Lion, Susan and Lucy saw their brother sitting on the ground holding the body of a fallen soldier in his arms.
The girls immediately slid off the back of Aslan and ran to find out the identity of the injured soldier, although they knew who it was. To their dismay, their assumption had been correct. Peter looked up to his sisters with a snotty upper lip and hot tears streaming down his bruised, beaten face. “It’s Ed,” he whispered through muffled sobs. Susan and Lucy broke down to tears. Peter said to Lucy, “Hurry, he hasn’t much time…” but she was way ahead of him; she searched through her satchel for her healing cordial.
Mr. Tumnus stumbled across the battlefield, stepping over dead bodies of both Narnians and enemies. He held his nose trying to block out the stench of blood and rotting corpses. “Oh dear oh dear oh dear…” The faun thought to himself, holding onto his horns in distraught. “Why can’t I be like them? Why am I the black sheep of the family? I am not strong. Or courageous. I never enlisted in the army….I am a coward,” he said to himself, thinking of his military heritage.
His father was a well-known lieutenant who passed away. His father had hoped his sons would follow him in his footsteps. One son did. The other son played lullabies on his flute and sipped tea all day. Mr. Tumnus hadn’t seen his brother for 11 years. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper!” he thought. “I wish I could make things right with dear brother Kumar again!” 11 years ago, Kumar and Tumnus had an argument on the day Kumar left for the army. Complaining that Tumnus had let their father down, Kumar stormed out of the house after Tumnus replied with nasty comments. Tumnus had been bitter towards his brother back then. But now, after all this time, he lived in regret for saying goodbye in such a horrible manner. So he sought to find him now, hoping he was not rendered dead in this battle.
“Oh my!” Mr. Tumnus gasped when he glimpsed the king and queens ahead kneeling beside the fallen Son of Adam. “Poor Lucy! Losing a brother like that, oh poor little Lucy!” he said to himself.
“Hurry, Lu!” Susan urged. “I cant find it!” Lucy panicked. Susan dumped all the contents out of the satchel as they both skimmed through her things. Peter pressed Susan’s cape against Edmund’s wound to stop the blood flow. “Hurry, girls,” he warned. Susan was the one to find the bottle by Lucy’s foot.
Lucy had a hard time unscrewing the cap off her cordial, due to her shaking hands. “I’m trying!” she shouted in frustration. Peter grabbed the bottle from her hands and opened it for her. Lucy took it back as Peter propped Edmund’s head up. Susan pulled Edmund’s lips apart and Lucy carefully poured a single drop of fireflower juice into his mouth.
Lucy cringed at the sight at her brother: drenched in sweat, beads of blood speckling his exposed skin, but worst of all, a deep stabbing to the stomach with his chainmail all bloodied and gory. Peter was in bad shape too with a long gash across the forehead and blood dripping down his temple. But fortunate for him, he wasn’t on the verge of death impalled by Jadis’s broken, jagged wand.
The Pevensies waited in anticipation. Lucy longed for Edmund’s face to show color, full of life again. Then she heard a golden voice behind her. “There are others in need of your healing cordial, Lucy.” Lucy sighed very annoyed. “Wait a minute! They can wait just until Edmund’s back again, can’t they? Just wait a minute…” she stared at her dying brother’s face. Then she felt the Lion’s breath on the back of her neck. “Lucy, there is no time. Get up now.”
Lucy delayed for five more minutes when Aslan said “Lucy! Imagine if your brother were like the other fallen Narnians around you, waiting for the healing cordial to reach his lips. But it comes too late.” Lucy fidgeted. Aslan continued, “How long will you lie there, O sluggard? Make the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, Daughter of Eve, but understand what the will of The Lord is. (Proverbs 6:9a and Ephesians 5:16-17)”
Lucy hung her head. “I’m sorry Aslan. I wasn’t thinking about the others around me. Oh dear, I hope I can save the others in time!”
She sprinted to every Narnian she found who was still breathing, giving them a sip of juice from fireflower. She quickly moved from soldier to soldier.
Lucy stepped over a dead faun to get to a centaur who was still alive. Little did she know that if she had come 5 minutes earlier, she would’ve found that faun still breathing…
…and Mr. Tumnus could have reconciled with his brother Kumar.
“Of Kings and Swords (And perhaps Dogs)” by NarnianJet
“I can’t find it,” Peter muttered to himself, as he searched his rooms. “Where is it?”
“And what is it that you are looking for, Your High Majesty,” Rasee, the chief dog maid said as she sniffed about.
“Rhindon.” Peter then took to looking through the chest at the foot of his bed.
Peter paused then slowly faced the Dog. “My sword from Father Christmas.”
“Oh, did you not lend that to King Edmund yesterday?” she asked, sitting down, her tail slowly waving from side to side.
“Why on earth would I lend my given sword to Edmund? He knows—he took it and said I let him, didn’t he?”
Rasee’s tail stopped wagging. “Oh…”
Peter looked unimpressed for a whole three seconds before sighing. “Could you tell me where the King has gotten to?”
“Wait, wait, I’ll be back.”
Rasee bolted out of the room. Peter presently heard the sound of claws against marble, a loud thump sound then a yelp, followed by an “I’m okay!” and finally a clang. Slowly a scrapping sound came gradually down the hallway, getting louder until Rasee appeared at the doorway with the hilt of Rhindon in her mouth. Peter grimaced at the thought of dog slobber on his precious sword.
“Why, thank you dear Rasee. Remind me later to grant you a boon.”
“A Narnia Lullaby” by Aravis
“Here we are, then!” the faun entered the room bearing a silver gleaming tray. Lucy edged forward to the edge of her seat eager to sip her warm tea. It was so very cold in this curious land she found accidentally during an innocent game of hide and seek.
Mr. Tumnus smiled cheerfully as he poured for her some mint chives tea. “I apologize for such a plain choice of tea. Normally I serve my guests a lovely combination of chamomile and rose petals.” Lucy saw the faun’s face sadden when he said that. Mr. Tumnus sighed deeply. “But alas, such tasty herbs are no longer growing in Narnian soil. Ever since this wretched winter was cursed upon us, my tea arrangements have been forced to drastically change. Mint leaves and chives are the only herbs left in my garden that still survive in the snow.”
Lucy wondered how much loss the faun suffered due to the eternal winter he explained to her. He said something about a Gray, no…a White Witch dictating them all.
Mr. Tumnus cut up a peach and gave her a silver plate of five slices. As she ate and asked questions, he every so often glanced at the fireplace beside them. She found this curious behavior, because the fire was blazing quite fine.
After about ten minutes of conversation with the friendly creature, Lucy suffered from a stomach ache of too much tea and toast topped with sweet, juicy peaches. She groaned “Oh, I ate too much!” Mr. Tumnus laughed heartily as she held her aching belly. “It was so delightful, Mr. Tumnus. Thank you for the meal! I’m afraid I must be going though: I will give Peter and Susan such a fright.” she excluded Edmund because she knew he couldn’t care less.
Suddenly the faun sat up. “Wait wait wait, my dear, not so fast! I, er, never get to have guests over that often. Won’t you stay just a bit longer? I, um, I get so very lonesome.” he stumbled across his words. Then he glanced at the fireplace again. Lucy now noticed that he was not watching the fire, but a box on top of the fireplace. “Oh I really must be…” she urged, but he got to his feet and opened the box. “Are you familiar with Narnia lullabies?” he asked. Interested, she shook her head vigorously. “No I am not! What’s it like?” She was distracted again.
The faun’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong, sir?” Lucy inquired. Mr. Tumnus dropped the empty box and pranced around the room searching for whatever the box was missing. “Oh dear oh dear oh dear…” he muttered to himself as he fumbled through everything.
He suddenly grabbed his horns and shut his eyes tight. Lucy snickered to herself as he looked like a mad man trying to remember where he put whatever he lost. “Think, Tumnus, think!” he whispered as he shook his horns.
As Lucy got up to get her sweater, the faun panicked and fled to her side. “Wait one moment, please!” Then his eyes shifted to under his chair. Lucy followed her eyes and saw a strange looking object she had never seen before. The faun happily picked it up stroked the wooden thing. Lucy sat back down in awe of how beautifully carven it was, and how shiny the wood looked.
Mr. Tumnus turned around, now with a look of satisfaction on his face, and said to Lucy ” Perhaps this will cure you of your belly ache.” And he put the instrument to his lips and played a mysteriously enchanting melody on his flute.
And the winner is…
“When We Get Back” by hobbit_of_narnia
The sun was setting, and the merry little party on the lawn was starting to break up. Susan had just beaten Lucy at a chess game when two young talking Badgers (cubs of a court official) scampered past, one of them bumping into the legs of the little table. Susan and Lucy both jumped forward and caught the table as it tipped, but the gold chess pieces were scattered all over the lawn. The queens were quickly down on hands and knees, raking their fingers through the grass in search of the pieces. In a couple of minutes, most of them were recovered.
“There’s the last rook,” Lucy announced, standing up and dusting off her knees. As she set the rook on the table, the sun caught the gold and made it gleam, and the rubies set in it sparkled in the evening light. “That’s the last one, isn’t it?”
“No,” Susan replied. “One more. A knight, I think. I can’t find it though. It must have flown further than the others did.”
“What are you looking for?” Peter asked as he walked past. (He was still panting from the wrestling match he’d just lost to Edmund.)
“Oh, the table tipped and we’re trying to find the last chess piece,” Susan explained. “But it’s getting dark; we’ll look for it tomorrow.”
“Hmm,” said Peter. “We could do that, or we could hunt the White Stag. Remember what Tumnus said today about it being seen again? But we’d need to set out early tomorrow morning if we wanted any chance of catching it.”
“Ooh, the White Stag!” Lucy exclaimed with girlish excitement. “Yes, Susan, let’s! Forget about the chess piece. We can find it when we get back.”
“Of course we’ll go after the White Stag,” Susan agreed, smiling. “We’ll find the chess piece when we get back.”
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