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12 December 2010 @ 03:46 am
Fic: ‘Tis the Season: Hope not lost.  
Title: ‘Tis the Season: Hope not lost.
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (movie)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Before events in the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe.
Summary: Where could Beaver be?

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

This is the second of the Chronicles of Narnia stories I’d decided to write for ‘Tis the Season after seeing the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe not too long ago. This is the story that comes after I will not lose hope.

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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“Beaver? Beaver! Where’ve you gotten to?” Mrs Beaver stuck her nose out the door, peering into the falling night. “Oooh, I’ll wager he’s with Badger again!” She huffed before she withdrew once more inside. She closed the door, making certain it wasn’t locked as she turned back to the fire. With a sigh, she decided to sit at the table. Night had fallen, it wasn’t safe and he wasn’t home.

She stood, ostensibly to check the candles, which were all burning brightly, and ensure they were lit. As she turned to the candles behind her, the door opened suddenly and in rushed Beaver, his paws behind his back.

“Beaver!” She exclaimed and rushed to where he stood and whacked his shoulder. “You had me worried, you did! Where’ve you been?” She hurried on, her relief running into each word. “If you’ve been with Badger ...!”

“I’ve been with Badger,” he began and withstood the oncoming whack of her paw. “But not,” he continued, “for what you’re thinking!”

“It’s night! You two shouldn’t’ve been out! You could’ve been caught!” She brushed past him, to lock the door. There had once been days, her mam had told her, where doors hadn’t needed to be locked. But in those days, she knew, there had been summer and spring.

“Let the White Witch catch me!” He raised his chin defiantly and brought his paws from behind his back.

Her paws covered her mouth. “Oh, Beaver,” she breathed. “We can’t.”

“Yes we can!” He replied; he gripped the evergreen wreath tightly. “It might never be Christmas but that don’t mean we can’t mark the day. If we don’t,” he added, “we’ll have lost hope that Aslan will return and this winter will end.”

“Oh, Beaver,” Mrs Beaver sniffed. She took the wreath, mindful of the pointed leaves, and held it close. “Where can we hang it?”

“I thought over the fireplace,” he pointed. “It’ll look nice there,” he added. Mrs Beaver bustled to the fireplace and, finding a small hook on the mantle, hung the wreath, using a small bit of ribbon she found.

“Did you make this dear?” She asked quietly, admiring the wreath where it hung.

“That I did, Mrs Beaver. That I did.”
 
 
 
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: petersusanbwcangel_in_tears on December 12th, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)
Oh that's gorgeous! Good on Mr Beaver for making it :)
I loved those two characters in the book/movie, and I think this is them perfectly ♥
Nice work!

Edited at 2010-12-12 01:38 am (UTC)
F. J.: Christmas Candlesmorethanacandle on December 12th, 2010 07:29 am (UTC)
Oh that's gorgeous! Good on Mr Beaver for making it :)
When I wrote I will not lose hope, this story was already in mind because I could easily imagine Mr Beaver making this wreath in defiance of the White Witch.

I loved those two characters in the book/movie, and I think this is them perfectly ♥
Thank you! I wasn't certain I could do them justice in this story and this has relieved the anxieties I had about writing them!
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on December 12th, 2010 04:58 am (UTC)
Oh man... that's just... *shakes head* It fits perfectly with the lengths he's willing to go to to make sure the white witch doesn't get the Pevenseys in the book though.
F. J.: Christmas Candlesmorethanacandle on December 12th, 2010 07:32 am (UTC)
Oh man... that's just...
That's just ...?

It fits perfectly with the lengths he's willing to go to to make sure the white witch doesn't get the Pevenseys in the book though.
I was nervous about writing for the Beavers in this story but no other character could've fitted due to Beaver does in making the wreath. They were the only fit!
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on December 12th, 2010 10:48 am (UTC)
It's just a perfect capturing of the Beavers.

And they are the only ones who fit - the rest of the characters we see are either a bit too scared of the White Witch or are more concerned with creating an underground army for when the prophesied children arrive.