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30 December 2010 @ 10:10 pm
Fic: ‘Not if I get him first!’  
Title: Not if I get him first!
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (movie)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After events in the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe.
Summary: When enough snow falls ...

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

This is the second of a pair of stories written, originally intended for the ‘snow’ prompt in the recent ‘Tis the Season stories but which didn’t quite fit what I’d intended for the prompt; the first was of this pair was A simple joy. Both these stories were to show the differences of characters at the beginning of Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe and after those events.

It is should also be noted that ‘Tis the Season stories aren’t noted for their seriousness most times ... nor for their characterisation of beloved characters!

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


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When the first flakes of snow fell, Lucy squealed in delight and immediately gathered her skirts and ran outside; she was later found with her hands outstretched, twirling in a slow circle with those first flakes falling in chill waves upon her skin and decorating her hair. A snow princess, she later called herself with a laugh when brought back inside to warm by the fire.

Overnight, enough snow fell ...

“I’ll race you!” Peter laughed and ran outside, followed closely by Susan and Lucy. “Lu!” He cried when a snowball hit him soundly in the chest. She ducked his swift reply and lobbed a snowball at Susan, who had stayed on the sidelines of the fray. It smacked Susan in the chest and Lucy, ducking behind a snow-covered bush, giggled as her older sister suddenly waded in.

“Lu—Peter!” Susan glared at her brother and sister when the snowball she’d been holding fell to the ground. Manners were forgotten and she threw as many as she could, knowing that if she remained in the open, she’d be hit more times than she could throw.

Unnoticed, Edmund crouched behind Lucy, standing when he knew she was in the midst of assailing Peter, and dumped large handfuls of snow on her head. “Edmund!” She squealed and turned, to smoosh a snowball on his head – which she couldn’t reach; he laughed and darted back, arcing a snowball in the air at Susan while dodging Peter who had realised Edmund was there with Lucy’s delighted squeal.

“I’m going to get you Ed!” Peter staggered toward Edmund, who grinned and ...

... fell flat on his face. Lucy innocently withdrew her foot and jumped on Edmund, a snowball in each hand. “Not if I get him first!” Lucy beamed brilliantly while smooshing each snowball in Edmund’s hair.
 
 
 
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: petersusanvdtangel_in_tears on December 30th, 2010 11:17 am (UTC)
LOL!!!! Go Lucy!! XD ♥ That was completely adorable!
F. J.: Christmas Candlesmorethanacandle on December 30th, 2010 11:37 am (UTC)
I found myself cheering for Lucy when writing that last paragraph!
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on December 30th, 2010 12:19 pm (UTC)
I love playing in the snow! And it's the ultimate proof that Edmund is back to being their beloved brother from ages ago as well.
F. J.: Christmas Candlesmorethanacandle on December 30th, 2010 12:29 pm (UTC)
'Ages ago' makes it sound as though it's been years!
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on December 31st, 2010 02:19 am (UTC)
Actually; if you read the book, it suggests it /has/ been years since Edmund was well, Edmund. He'd grown rather selfish and cruel over quite some time.

F. J.: Christmas Candlesmorethanacandle on December 31st, 2010 03:21 am (UTC)
Actually; if you read the book,
Which I have.

it suggests it /has/ been years since Edmund was well, Edmund. He'd grown rather selfish and cruel over quite some time.
Perhaps he had, in both book and movie. I feel I should note, however, this isn't very clear in the movie, from which this story derives its source.