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25 May 2011 @ 02:25 am
Fic: ‘The return of Spring.’  
Title: The return of Spring.
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (movie)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe: before and during.
Summary: Had she slept for so long?

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

This was a particularly pesky idea that stuck around in the back of my mind for goodness knows how long! So, it’s probably not particularly coherent.

Of course, the primary character is a tree!

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 his estate.


Hiding deep within, she shivers; she can feel the cold around her. The cold is something else. Something more.

Something bad.

When the snow had first fallen, there’d been confusion; how could it be snow and ice when it wasn’t time for it? Bright green had been the leaves. She had danced with Fauns and her kin only the day before. Where did the ice and snow come from? The wind had chilled, almost frozen the petals from which her body had formed.

Yet, despite the cold, the leaves of her home had remained green, bright and true.

So she had fled, to escape the cold and ice and confusion. Deep within the embrace of her tree, she ran, huddling, lost and frightened. Eventually, sleep had fallen and she sometimes awoke because she needed to know if the ice and wind and snow had left.

When she peers now from her tree, she can see, still, the ice and the snow. She almost withdraws, to sleep once more, when she hears, under the stillness, the lure of Spring; true Spring. And ... and something else. Something more.

Something good.

The land whispers: Aslan has returned; the Winter will soon end. Spring calls: come play, come dance, come welcome me home. Over all, she hears the murmurs of her kin and other woodland creatures: the day of the prophecy is at hand; Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve walk in Narnia.

Had she slept so long for the day of prophecy to have come? Had long had the Winter lasted? She knew not days when she slept; she had only known the cold and the snow and the ice when she had awoken. It had been an eternal day.

come join us. The wind curls lazily in the leaves of her tree, beckoning her to step forth. The snow recedes from the land even as it slinks in her leaves. come see the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve.

As newly awakened petals swirl, the children walk past and she cannot, nor does she want to, stop her sudden happiness welling forth.

It is true!

The children turn and the smallest stops, to wave. She raises a hand in return, imitating the gesture. She is called away and they walk on. Giddy with joy, she spins and dances, returning to her tree.

It is true!

Pausing at her tree, touching the bark, she hesitates. How can she return to her home when so much is happening beyond?

She cannot, she decides, but she needs to rest. But she will not sleep. Not now. Not when Winter faces its end and Spring is returned.
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on May 25th, 2011 07:50 am (UTC)
Oh this is so beautiful. Telling it from the dryads point of view is simply magnificently done. I don't think I've ever seen it done so well before.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 25th, 2011 09:20 am (UTC)
Thank you! I wasn't certain how well this would turn out.