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01 January 2014 @ 07:05 am
Fic: ‘Tis the Season: Surprise! (Pinky swear!)  
Title: ‘Tis the Season: Surprise! (Pinky swear!)
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (movies)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe: during the Golden Age.
Summary: Lucy and Mister Tumnus plan a surprise.

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

You just know they're up to no good!

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of C. S. Lewis as well as Andrew Adamson, Ann Peacock, Christopher Markus & Stephen McFeely (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


“We,” Lucy looks to Tumnus, “should have a party.”

“Do,” he asks, tucking her arm under his, “you have one in mind?”

Lucy grins, her smile wide and bright. “Of course, silly! But,” she holds a small finger between them, “it's a surprise so you can't tell my brothers and sister or any of our friends.”

“What if I need help?”

“Then you must ask, silly!” She giggles and then straightens her expression, holding the finger toward him. “Pinkie swear you won't tell anyone!”

He studies her finger. “I swear?”

She sighs, rolling her eyes and then, freeing her arm, she reaches for his hand and wraps his pinky finger around hers. “Now swear!”

“This isn't a new law, is it?”

She smiles and shakes her head. “This is between you and I for the party.”

He nods. “Then I swear not to tell a soul unless I have to!”

“Good! Now ...”

They wander away from the coronation party.

“Can you do it?” She asks, sitting on a nearby stump.

The dwarf opposite her nods. “O'course y'Majesty. Ye'll be wantin' 'em soon?”

She hands him a piece of paper. “On this day.”

He takes off his hat, scratches his head. “Definitely this day?”

“Yes,” she nods. “Can it be done by then?”

The dwarf nods. “I'll send word if it cannae.”

“Only to me, understand?”

The dwarf nods and she stands. They walk away in different directions.

“Will you come?”

Mrs Beaver regards the faun sitting opposite through narrowed eyes. “A party?”

Mister Tumnus mutely nods.

Mrs Beaver tilts her head thoughtfully. Then she nods.

Mister Tumnus holds in his relief until he's far from the Beavers' dam.

On the day, snow falls, brisk and white. Lucy flies from kitchen to garden to the drive so fast and often she is a blur; Peter, Edmund and Susan barely see her all day. Finally, she gathers them together, tells them they have an evening ball to attend.

“Just be in the throne room, please?”

“Lucy, whatever are you up to?”

“Seven PM sharp and wear your best ballgown and doublets.”

Mystified, they nod and meet Lucy in an antechamber at half 6PM that night.

A fun evening of laughter, dance and song when suddenly …



Mister Tumnus sneaks beside Lucy on the balcony overlooking the beach. On every side of them, people press against them, to get ever closer to the pretty lights in the sky.

“I think your party is a success!” He whispers, tucking her arm under his.

She looks at the rapt upward faces. “Do you really think so?”

He smiles, pats her hand. “I really do, Lucy Pevensie, I really do.”

Coloured sparks shower over them and Lucy grins.
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on January 1st, 2014 08:34 am (UTC)
F. J.: shalowater: golden candlesmorethanacandle on January 1st, 2014 09:58 am (UTC)
I knew Lucy was up to something with that dwarf!
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: BORGIASLucreziaWeddingangel_in_tears on January 1st, 2014 10:52 am (UTC)
Aw this is beautiful :) I love their friendship!
F. J.: shalowater: golden candlesmorethanacandle on January 1st, 2014 11:03 am (UTC)
Thank you! They're such lovely friends.