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30 January 2011 @ 06:14 am
Fic: ‘Too great an honour.’  
Title: Too great an honour.
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (movie)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During: the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe - before the coronation.
Summary: He had to polish the silver!?

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

This is the first of three parts; I was going to post it in one fell swoop but I didn’t want to detract from each story and the moment it contained. So, three different parts!

I wasn’t very certain what characters to involve in this trio of stories and then, as I thought some more, I realised I already knew who I wanted to be in these stories: the Beavers, Mr Tumnus and Lucy. I’ve enjoyed writing for them in various other stories, especially over the 2010 ‘Tis the Season stories. With that in mind, who else could it be?

Here is, as mentioned, the first of the three stories. This one involves the Beavers. All the stories can be read as standalones or as part of the aforementioned larger overall story.

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


“Oh, please,” Lucy held Mrs Beaver’s paws in her hands. “We really want you to be part of it.”

“I don’t know dear,” Mrs Beaver glanced to her husband quickly before she looked back to the young Daughter of Eve before her. “We do have to be getting back to the dam, especially now winter’s melted. It could be leaking!”

“Hey!” Mr Beaver pulled himself up so he stood taller than his wife. “I built that dam and it doesn’t leak!”

“There were times I could feel a chill wind coming in through the roof!” Mrs Beaver huffed at her husband.

“Mrs Beaver,” Lucy interrupted gently, “please say yes. We would really like it if both of you were part of the ceremony. You mean so much to us and we would never have gotten here if it wasn’t for you and Mr Beaver.”

“Well, I ...” Underneath her fur, Mrs Beaver felt her skin flush proudly. “What would we have to do, dear?”

“Not forget the jam,” muttered Mr Beaver. Lucy giggled and Mrs Beaver freed one of her paws from Lucy’s to swat him. Hard. “Oy!”

“Hush!” She sharply reprimanded from the corner of her mouth. “What would we have to do, dear?” She asked again, more pleasantly.

“Well,” Lucy began thoughtfully, “you have to hold the cushions ... no, the trays? ... that our crowns will be on.”

“Oh, dear!” Mrs Beaver fussed. “That’s too great a honour for the likes of us!”

Mr Beaver solemnly nodded.

“No it’s not!” Lucy exclaimed earnestly and caught both Mrs Beaver’s paws in her hands. “Oh, do say yes, Mrs Beaver, Mr Beaver,” she nodded to him. “Please. It would be us who has the honour of you being there!”

Mrs Beaver hurriedly peeked at her husband. Mr Beaver nodded. “We’ll do it, dear.”

“We would be honoured,” Mr Beaver finished.

“Thank you ever so much!” Lucy flung her arms around them and hugged them both. “I’ll tell Aslan right away!”

“Aslan?” Mrs Beaver gasped.

“It was his idea,” Lucy beamed. “And ours,” she added, almost as an afterthought. “But Aslan agreed.

“Thank you again, ever so much! I must tell the others!” Lucy smiled brightly once more and darted from the room.

“My,” Mrs Beaver murmured weakly as she fell onto a seat. “Aslan thought we should do it.”

“Wait ‘til I tell Badger!” Mr Beaver chuckled heartily. “Won’t he be jealous!”


Mr Beaver waited for the swat he knew was coming. After a moment, he looked to his flustered wife when it didn’t come and put an arm over her shoulder. “It’s an honour, it is,” he told her quietly. “They wanted us to be part of the day and it’s us who’ll be there.”

She looked up; he thought he could detect a faint smile. “I should go make sure the silver’s polished, then.” She drew herself up and rose to her feet. “I daresay they won’t think of it.”

Mr Beaver chortled quietly until she stopped at the door and turned to wave for him to follow. “Come along Beaver!” She called. “It’ll do you some good to polish the silver!”

The laughter faded. “Polish silver!?” He grumbled as he followed. “Do a great and, dare I say, mighty deed and she wants me to polish the silver!”
Armchair DM: Matt's Cats: New Toy!armchairdm on January 30th, 2011 11:04 am (UTC)
Ooooh! The Beavers. I really love your characterisation of them. And the mention of Badger! Beautiful!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on January 30th, 2011 11:45 am (UTC)
Thank you!