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10 December 2010 @ 11:52 pm
Fic: ‘Tis the Season: I will not lose hope.  
Title: ‘Tis the Season: I will not lose hope.
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (movie)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Before events in the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe.
Summary: This winter is not natural.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Since seeing The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe recently, I’d wondered about that moment Father Christmas had discovered he could not enter Narnia.

And then because of the ‘Tis the Season series, I ended up thinking of a short series of Narnia stories to write. This is the first of those.

Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of C. S. Lewis; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


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The reindeer shied and stopped. The bearded man in the sleigh raised an eyebrow and slapped the reins lightly against the backs of the reindeer.

They refused to move.

Something was very wrong. He frowned slightly, resting the reins against the front of the sleigh and edging his way from its known safety until he stood, booted feet landing lightly on the snow underfoot. Carefully, a gloved hand rested on the back of the nearest reindeer, stilling its impatience in that single touch.

As he reached the lead reindeer, he stepped away from the team hitched to the sleigh, closer to whatever was blocking their way. There was nothing visible to the eye; no stone or fallen tree, no wall or treacherously icy path. It was ...

His eyes narrowed. “Magic,” he murmured, his breath a mist before his face as he spoke. He raised his hand and passed it before him, feeling the air to see if, perhaps, the magic had created a barrier not seen by the eye. A step forward and then another and ...

His foot froze and he lowered it, his step now backward. “This winter is not natural,” he realised aloud. The birds sang not. There was no movement of animals nearby, scurrying in either tree or underbrush. He could sense eyes upon him, peering cautiously from under bushes and holes in trees and the ground. “I will not allow this winter to hinder me,” he announced quietly. “There will come a time when it will fail.

“I will not lose hope,” he finished, a final glance before he walked toward his sleigh once more; there were other lands to visit from which he had not been banned. “I will not lose hope,” he repeated loudly as he sat and took up the reins once more. The reindeer turned, following the older tracks they’d left not long before.
 
 
 
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...angel_in_tears on December 10th, 2010 01:36 pm (UTC)
This is beautiful :) And I think it's perfect!! Nice work!
F. J.: Christmas Candlesmorethanacandle on December 10th, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much; I'm very happy you like it!
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on December 11th, 2010 05:48 am (UTC)
The end of that resonates very nicely with the line from Father Christmas to Lucy in reference to the hope they brought had loosened the hold the White Witch had on Narnia.

I would dearly love to see how he realises that her hold is loosening though. Or if he even finds out who it was keeping him out.
F. J.: Christmas Candlesmorethanacandle on December 11th, 2010 01:22 pm (UTC)
The end of that resonates very nicely with the line from Father Christmas to Lucy in reference to the hope they brought had loosened the hold the White Witch had on Narnia.
Thank you.

I would dearly love to see how he realises that her hold is loosening though. Or if he even finds out who it was keeping him out.
He has 100 years to find out!