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Story [Narnia] A King of Archenland (Lune Pentathlon for the 2023 Fanfiction Summer Olympics)

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  1. devilinthedetails

    devilinthedetails Fiendish Fanfic & SWTV Manager, Tech Admin star 6 Staff Member Administrator

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    Title: A King of Archenland

    Author: devilinthedetails

    Fandom: Narnia.

    Genre: A medley of genres.

    Characters: Lune; Corin; Cor/Shasta; Aravis; Dar; Darrin; OC's.

    Summary: An anthology of stories written for my 2023 Summer Olympics King Lune Pentathlon.

    Index of Entries:

    A Brother: Lune; Corin; Cor/Shasta. Family; General; Hurt/Comfort; Drama. 100 Word Sprint. Post #2.

    Reunited: Lune; Corin; Cor/Shasta. General; Family; Mush; Fluff. Single Sentence Shot Put. Post #4.

    Lead into Trouble: Lune; Corin; Cor/Shasta. General; Family; Humor; Fluff; Mush. 200 Freestyle. Post #8.

    Heart Sing and Blood Daughter: Lune; Aravis; Cor/Shasta. General; Family; Fluff; Mush; Poetry. Water Polo Poetry. Post #11.

    Stories of Magic and Prophecy: Lune; Dar; Darrin; OC's. General; Family; Friendship; Drama; Fantastical. Fantastical Fencing. Post #14.

    Pentathlon completed on 7/16/2023. Thread remains always open for reading and commenting@};-
     
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  2. devilinthedetails

    devilinthedetails Fiendish Fanfic & SWTV Manager, Tech Admin star 6 Staff Member Administrator

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    Title: A Brother

    Genre: General; Family; Drama; Hurt/Comfort.

    Characters: Lune; Corin; Cor/Shasta.

    Event: 100 Word Sprint

    Summary: A young Corin wonders why he doesn’t have a brother.

    A Brother (100 Word Sprint)

    “I’m lonely and bored without a brother.” Corin pouted petulantly. “How come I don’t have one?”

    “I marvel thou wouldst ask me that, son.” Lune spoke more sharply than he meant. Reminded of Corin’s twin treacherously lost shortly after their birth. “When thou knowst thy mother is gone to Aslan’s Country, and I will take no wife beside her.”

    “But before that,” Corin persisted. “Why didn’t you give me a brother before that?”

    “Because–” Lune tugged teasingly at his son’s ear– “thou wouldst get in twice as much trouble if thou had a brother to lead astray with thy mischief.”
     
  3. pronker

    pronker Force Ghost star 4

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    A fine drabble, showing how Corin envies those with sibs. Lune handles the delicate family history well and within Corin's powers of comprehension.
     
  4. devilinthedetails

    devilinthedetails Fiendish Fanfic & SWTV Manager, Tech Admin star 6 Staff Member Administrator

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    @pronker Thank you so much for reading and reviewing all my non Star Wars stories![:D]

    I'm so glad that you thought this was a fine drabble. With this piece, it was interesting for me to think about lively Corin envying those with siblings.

    In Horse and His Boy, I got the feeling that Lune was a good father, so that's why I showed him handling the delicate family history well and within Corin's powers of comprehension.

    In my mind, Lune loves both of his sone very much indeed, and hopefully that will continue to shine through in this pentathlon as it progresses!




    Title: Reunited

    Genres: General; Family; Mush; Fluff.

    Characters: Lune; Corin; Cor/Shasta.

    Event: Single Sentence Shotput

    Summary: Lune is reunited with his twin sons.

    Reunited (Single Sentence Shotput)

    Gazing at his two brave sons at the end of the fierce battle to save Archenland and Narnia from Calormene invaders, Lune knew their mother’s spirit would thrill to see her twins reunited at last.
     
  5. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

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    Super encountering Lune and his sons again. Lune diplomatically handled the whole I wish I had a brother topic. ;) The way the siblings were reunited was quite a tangled twisty plot. =D=
     
  6. pronker

    pronker Force Ghost star 4

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    It'd be a bittersweet moment to picture the mother's pride - well done with the Shotput, right on target!
     
  7. UltramassiveUbersue

    UltramassiveUbersue Jedi Knight star 3

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    I love this characterization, how Lune's grief temporarily clouds his insight. While he gives a logical reason for being surprised at the question, his initial response of speaking sharply suggests that he's expecting his child to show some tact about the subject. I'm also getting a double meaning, that Lune is also trying to make his son understand that it is a tough subject for him because he is grieving and lonely.

    This is very sweet; Lune realizes that he is dealing with a child, and that he must put his own needs aside for a moment and engage as a father. He does not have an honest, logical answer that will soothe Corin, but he can be playful with him to cheer his mood and show that he loves him.
     
  8. devilinthedetails

    devilinthedetails Fiendish Fanfic & SWTV Manager, Tech Admin star 6 Staff Member Administrator

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    @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Thank you so much for reading and reviewing![:D] I'm so glad you are excited to encounter Lune and his sons again. I feel like the characters from Horse and His Boy can be underrated and forgotten even in the Narnia fandom, so it is lovely for me to take an opportunity to celebrate them during this Summer Olympics. Lune did indeed handle Corin's "I wish I had a brother" comment, which I realized was totally bound to come up since I imagine Corin as the sort of spirited boy who would wish for a brother to play with and get into mischief with and would not remember the twin brother he had lost. So he would not know the pain his words would cause his father. And it was great for me to be able to take a glimpse into Lune's head at that tangled, twisty plot moment of reunion!

    @pronker Thanks so much for reading and for the kind words!:D Yes, I imagine it would be a very bittersweet moment indeed for Lune to imagine his lost wife's pride in seeing both her sons reunited at last. I felt so much emotion for Lune as I wrote that sentence, and I'm so happy to hear you thought the Shotpot was right on target!

    @UltramassiveUbersue Thank you so much for reading and commenting!:D I'm so glad that you loved that bit of characterization with Lune. I think grief can definitely cloud insight, and with Lune I think he is both surprised at the question (which causes him pain) and wishing that Corin had shown more tact. But it is not in the nature of young children to show much tact. Especially a young child as bold as Corin. And I do think Lune did want to explain at least in some way why the subject of Corin having a brother would be a painful one for him even if he doesn't share with Corin the full, painful truth of a lost twin brother. And I think Corin will understand Lune's explanation at least and realize that his father is grieving and lonely.

    The ending warmed my heart so I'm thrilled that you found it sweet as well[face_love]That playful quality of Lune in interacting with his son was exactly what I wanted to convey in the final bit, because I do picture Lune as a father who is mostly very good-natured and willing to tease and have fun with his children, so I am glad that side of him could shine through at the end of the story.




    Title: Lead into Trouble

    Genres: General; Family; Humor; Fluff; Mush.

    Characters: Lune; Corin; Cor/Shasta.

    Event: 200 Freestyle

    Summary: Lune worries Corin may be jealous of his returned brother’s rank.

    Lead into Trouble (200 Freestyle)

    “I hope–” Lune felt he had to broach the awkward issue with Corin because he knew in Archenland brotherhood could mean jealous acrimony as much as jocund companionship– “thou aren’t upset to learn thou has an elder brother and art no longer my heir.”

    “Not upset, no, Father!” Corin’s eyes were agape with glee. Blissfully empty of ambition. “Glad to be free of the responsibilities of an heir and future king!”

    “Do not lead your brother into trouble!” Lune waggled a warning finger even though he was secretly delighted with both his sons.

    “He is the older, and so would be the one leading me into trouble,” protested Corin. Radiating the most unconvincing veneer of innocence.

    “Thou art the more interested in mischief, I warrant.” Lune chuckled and landed a paternal, playful swat to the seat of his rambunctious younger son’s breeches. “And the more rebellious too, I’ve no doubt!”

    “I did get a strange feeling we could be brothers, Father.” Corin grinned. “When we looked so much alike we could be mistaken for each other.”

    “Aye, when thou ran off and sent the good Queen Susan to weeping with worry for thee!” scolded Lune. Unwilling to overlook that offense.
     
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  9. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

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    [face_laugh] Great bit of teasing and I can well imagine Corin is relieved to be free of the burden of ruling eventually.
     
  10. pronker

    pronker Force Ghost star 4

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    Ahah, someone to place blame on, the perfect description of brotherliness. Nicely delineated family relationships, also with Lune's reminding Corin of past missteps.:p
     
  11. devilinthedetails

    devilinthedetails Fiendish Fanfic & SWTV Manager, Tech Admin star 6 Staff Member Administrator

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    @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Thank you so much for reading and reviewing all my Narnia fics! I'm so glad you enjoyed this piece and got a laugh out of it[face_laugh] I found it really fun to write the teasing relationship I imagine that Lune has with Corin, and I think it does say something positive about Corin that he is relieved to be free of the burden of one day ruling. It shows that he is not a selfish, greedy, or power-hungry person, and that he is not going to be jealous of his brother!

    @pronker Thank you so much for reading and commenting! Yes, someone to blame things on is a perfect way to describe sibling relationships;)I'm so glad that you liked this clear delineation of family relationships, and I must admit that I got a chuckle out of how Lune couldn't resist reminding Corin of his previous transgressions[face_laugh]




    Title: Heart Sing and Blood Daughter

    Characters: Lune; Aravis; Cor/Shasta.

    Genre: General; Family; Fluff; Mush; Poetry.

    Event: Water Polo Poetry

    Summary: Lune and Aravis discuss romance and singing hearts.

    Heart Sing and Blood Daughter

    Sitting on the terrace with Aravis.
    Watching her peel an orange
    bright as the spring sun
    burning above them.

    Offer a sliver to him.
    A slice of tartness
    he has come to love
    as he has her.

    Hearing her tell him
    in the elaborate, effusive
    Calormen fashion that she owes him
    her eternal gratitude for taking her
    into his country and castle.

    Brushing off her thanks.
    Assuring her
    that there is no gratitude
    owed in family
    and that she is family
    when she tries too keenly
    to point out
    that Cor has not proposed
    to her yet.

    Throwing back his head.
    Giving a boisterous, booming laugh
    that echoed to the bluebell skies.
    Promising that Cor will propose
    when he has gathered his courage.

    Telling her that she
    has made Cor’s heart sing
    with the triumvirate
    of her beauty, bravery, and banter.

    And that in making Cor’s heart sing,
    she has brought as much joy
    to this widower king’s heart
    as if she were his blood daughter.
     
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  12. pronker

    pronker Force Ghost star 4

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    So sweet! A nice almost-family interlude.:)
     
  13. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

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    Beautiful poem and sweet emotional connection ... a lovely triumvirate: beauty, bravery, banter.
     
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  14. devilinthedetails

    devilinthedetails Fiendish Fanfic & SWTV Manager, Tech Admin star 6 Staff Member Administrator

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    @pronker Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I'm so glad that you found this poem sweet, and that you enjoyed this nice almost-family interlude between Lune and Aravis:) I hope you will enjoy this final installment featuring a young Lune's family and friends just as much!

    @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I'm flattered that you found this to be such a beautiful poem with such a sweet emotional connection! I always felt that Aravis was a wonderful embodiment of that lovely triumvirate you mentioned: beauty, bravery and banter[face_love]




    Title: Stories of Magic and Prophecy

    Genre: General; Fantastical; Family; Friendship; Drama.

    Characters: Lune; Dar; Darrin; OC’s.

    Event: Fantastical Fencing

    Summary: Lune and the stories of magic and prophecy that define his life.

    Stories of Magic and Prophecy (Fantastical Fencing)

    It was on a snowy day with a whipping wind that Prince Lune heard his first strange stories of Narnia, the land of always winter to the north. In concession to the splendid snowfall and a spirited lad’s inability to focus on history and grammar when it was piling up in deep drifts outside the window, Lune’s tutor granted him the day free from lessons to frolic in the snow as he pleased.

    Lune was so overjoyed by this prospect that it was a difficulty for his devoted nurse, Lara, to force him into a woolen hat to cover his ears and gloves to warm his hands when Lune would have been content to burst outside wearing nothing but a cloak over his breeches and tunic.

    “Do stop squirming, princeling,” she scolded as she waged a valiant and breathless battle to encase his head in the woolen hat. “Wear your hat properly. Now there’s a good lad. We don’t want to have to explain to your mother and father how you lost your ears to frostbite because you refused to listen to reason, do we?”

    This was doubtlessly an example of the rhetorical question Lune had studied in his speech and elocution lessons with his tutor. He didn’t answer it, and Lara did indeed not seem to mind his silence on the subject. Continuing briskly as the icy breeze battering against the glass window panes, “And put on your gloves too. We don’t need your fingers going all blue and frozen from the cold.”

    Lune obeyed, tugging on his gloves, before darting out the door of his princely chambers and down the closest spiral staircase to one of the castle’s many snow-filled courtyards. As he ran down the twisting staircase, he thought that at the advanced age of seven he was far too old for the doting of a nursemaid. He would have to remember to make such an argument to his parents…

    This plan faded from his mind when he reached the courtyard and found two of his dearest friends, the brothers Dar and Darrin. Darrin was Lune’s age, and Dar three years older. Both were brave and loyal companions in all of Lune’s mischief.

    “Thou hast been freed from the tyranny of tutors as well!” he exclaimed jovially as he caught sight of the brothers. Wrapping each in an excited embrace in turn.

    “We were about to have a snowball fight.” Dar nudged Lune’s shoulder. “If thou wish to join us.”

    “Dost thou have cotton between thine ears?” Lune pretended to peer into Dar’s ears with confusion scrawled across his face. As if he might be able to glimpse the cotton that dwelt where Dar’s brains should be. “Of course I wish to join thee!”

    “Then thou shouldst take Darrin’s part against me,” Dar proclaimed. “Since thou art both younger and weaker than me.”

    “Younger perhaps.” Darrin made a scoffing sound deep in his throat as he knelt in the snow and began constructing a fort. “But weaker? We shalt put that to the trial and make thee eat thy words for breakfast, brother.”

    “Aye,” Lune heartily seconded this sentiment as he commended creating a stockpile of snowballs for him and Darrin to draw upon once the battle began in earnest. “Younger means stronger in this instance for thou art so old thou creak like a grandmother when thou walk, graybeard.”

    After that, the offense given and taken was so mutual that there was no remedy except a protracted war fought with a thousand snowballs. By noon, they had all thrown and been hit by so many snowballs and couldn’t determine a winner. In the end, each side surrendered handsomely to the other and under this happy truce climbed the spiral stairs to the prince’s quarters in search of sustenance.

    Upon seeing their merrily exhausted trio shuffle into Lune’s chambers, Lara bent over them at once and clucked over them like a concerned mother hen. Divesting them of their hats, gloves, and cloaks. Hanging the clothes on an iron rack by the fireplace to warm and dry.

    Once their damp clothing was strung from the rack, she ushered them into three richly cushioned chairs by the hearth. Assured them she would be fetching them a lovely tea to restore their flagging strength. Then made a hasty curtsy and bustled from the room to collect the promised tea from the kitchens.

    Lune sank more completely into the chair. Letting its cushions swallow him as his skin soaked in the heat radiating from the cackling fire.

    “I wish,” he murmured to his companions. “That every day would be as snowy and as wonderful as this.”

    “Thou wouldn’t,” Darrin countered gravely. He had always been too prone to gravity in quiet moments like this, Lune griped inwardly. “Not if it was an evil snow.”

    “An evil snow.” Lune chortled as if it were a jest. “There’s no such thing as an evil snow for snow can’t be evil.”

    “Yes, it can,” insisted Darrin at his most emphatic. “If it’s an unnatural snow. A snow created by a terrible evil. That’s how it is in Narnia now. Always winter with never a holiday to make jolly like today.”

    “That’s impossible.” Lune shook his head. Certain that Darrin was pulling his leg now. “It can’t be always winter in Narnia or anywhere else.”

    “It is true.” This time it was Dar who argued the point. Backing his younger brother in this quarrel. “My father says that Narnia has been covered in snow and ice ever since his father was our age.”

    “Nonsense,” Lune blustered, waving a dismissive hand. “My father’s never spun me such tall tales, and if he did, I’d know better than to believe them!”

    This might have sparked a passionate row between himself and the two brothers if Lara hadn’t returned from the kitchens with the overflowing tea tray at that moment. She settled the tea tray onto a table before the roaring fire without seeming to notice the heated debate she had interrupted.

    It was a magnificent tea she had brought them from the kitchens. There was a steaming pot of black tea simmered with hot spices from Calormen that could burn the tongue poured into porcelain cups for them by the ever-attentive Lara. A golden platter piled with a mountain of tiny tea sandwiches. Ham sandwiches, cheese and chutney sandwiches, and the smoked salmon sandwiches that were so popular at the castle once winter came. Beside the platter of tiny tea sandwiches was a plate heaped with scones and crumpets accompanied by five flavors of jam and fresh-churned butter.

    The whole spread was so marvelous in fact that Lune judged that he wasn’t too old for a nurse after all. Not if the nurse was as skilled at procuring provisions for him and his friends from the kitchens as the stalwart Lara was.

    That night, Lune went to the kennels with his father, the King Ciar, so he could pet the hunting hounds but also so that he could ask, in private, about what he had heard of Narnia.

    “Is it true, Father–” he inquired as he stroked a bloodhound’s soft ear with his fingers– “that Narnia is a land of always winter?”

    “That is what the Narnians say when they come to us from the north.” Father sighed. “And it would be a horrible discourtesy to argue with someone about his homeland. To presume a greater knowledge of it. But thou mustn’t fear Narnia’s winter, son, for our towering mountains protect us from it.”

    Something in the troubled sound of his father’s sigh and the disconcerting notion that Archenland needed the cloud-piercing mountains to shield it from the onrushing force of endless Narnian winter scared Lune. Made him swallow a leaping frog of fear that had suddenly swelled in his throat before he could pose another pressing question. “But how can it always be winter in Narnia?”

    “Because an evil sorceress–her they call the White Witch–caused it to be so.” Father’s fingers rested over a greyhound’s belly as if finding comfort there. “She laid a wicked spell over the whole country in the days when my father was a lad no older than thee. Transforming a land of sparkling sunlight and living waters to cold snow and frozen ice.”

    “But how could she do that, Father?” Lune frowned. Flummoxed by the unfathomable power this evil witch must possess in order to accomplish such a feat. “And wouldn’t she be dead by now? Wouldn’t her wicked magic have died with her?”

    “It’s best not to delve too deeply into the evil that undergirds the sorceries of the wicked.” Father’s reply was grim. His lips thin. “Witches can live for a long time–it’s one of the curses of their evil nature–and the wicked they do can stretch beyond even their long lifespans.”

    “Oh.” Lune bit his lip. Contemplating this. “So she was alive when my grandfather was a boy and she might still be breathing now?”

    “Aye.” Father nodded, the gesture heavy as a suit of mail armor. “I think she was alive long before your grandfather was a boy. Thou hast heard the tale of the Lord Digory and the Lady Polly from thy nursemaid?”

    “Yes, Father.” Lune was eager to display his knowledge though he didn’t understand the connection between the Lord Digory and the Lady Polly, who had been there when Aslan sang the world into being thousands of years ago, and the evil White Witch. “When Narnia was created, Aslan sent the Lord Digory and the Lady Polly on a mission for a fruit that would plant a tree to keep away an evil that had entered the world with them away from Narnia. This evil would be kept away from Narnia as long as the tree stood because the taste and smell of that fruit was hateful to the evil that had entered the world.”

    “That’s the tale indeed. Well-recited.” Father clapped Lune on the shoulder. “I believe that evil that entered the world with Lord Digory and Lady Polly was the White Witch, and that she, in her vile cunning, found a way to tempt the pitiful creatures of Narnia to chop down the tree that was their protection against her and thereby grant her admittance into Narnia to work her foul sorcery.”

    Lune struggled to make sense of this–to fit these puzzle pieces together in his mind–as his father added in a tone that verged on a lament, “When the White Witch invaded Narnia, that was the end of the friendship that had bound Narnia and Archenland together since the Dawn of Time. For Archenland and Narnia had been like brothers ever since the sons of King Frank and Queen Helen first ruled in these lands after their noble parents died. But that was the first thing the White Witch did after seizing control of Narnia. Execute all in whom the royal blood of King Frank and Queen Helen flowed in Narnia so none might challenge her claim to the throne.”

    Lune’s forehead furrowed. He knew that the kings of Archenland stretched back to the second son of King Frank and Queen Helen, who had been crowned by Aslan Himself at the Dawn of Time, in an unbroken line of succession because his father had explained that to him with pride in his voice what felt like half a hundred times. Yet, that line of succession had plainly been shattered in Narnia and unimaginable disaster had resulted. The White Witch was a usurper who had brought chaos and destruction to Narnia along with a winter without end.

    Lune learned still more about the dire situation in Narnia a month later when a ragged party of strange creatures from Narnia arrived at his parents’ court seeking sanctuary from the White Witch’s tyranny having crossed at considerable peril the jagged mountains that separated Archenland from Narnia to the north.

    Some of these strange creatures appeared to be half-human and half-goat. Others of the strange creatures seemed to be more goat than human. All of them, Lune thought, made a bizarre sight in his parents’ throne room as they bowed before the king and queen’s thrones at the outset of their audience.

    “What are you?” Lune, standing beside his father’s gilded throne, couldn’t prevent himself from bursting out even though he knew that it should have been his parents greeting the refugees with more courtesy than he had managed. He was speaking out of turn and rudely at that.

    “They art my guests,” Father rumbled loudly enough to shake dust from the arched roof of the throne room. “And thou art impertinent, boy. Thou wilt apologize to these noble gentlemen immediately or I will take a rod to thy breech before all this company so all may witness thy disgrace.”

    “I beg pardon, gentlemen.” Lune bowed hurriedly to the strange creatures–who were still a mystery to him–because he didn’t want to risk his father making good of his threat to thrash him before this entire assembly. The whole court would be gossiping about that scene for years if it occurred, and nothing could be more humiliating to envision than that. His ears were blazing at the very prospect. “I meant no disrespect. I was only curious.”

    After his hasty apology, the audience progressed with his parents both making the strange creatures welcome in Archenland with a cordial formality that put Lune’s clumsy question to shame.

    Once the audience concluded and a seven-course feast had been served with great fanfare in the banquet hall where musicians had strummed their instruments from the balcony, Lune sated his curiosity about the strange creatures with a visit to his mother, the Queen Cordelia, in her solar where she was sewing a grand tapestry depicting a glorious tournament with her ladies before retiring for the night. It seemed safer to go to her with his inquiries when his father might still be short-tempered with him owing to his unintentional impudence toward their unusual guests.

    “Mother,” he said therefore. “What were those strange creatures who sought sanctuary with us from Narnia?”

    “Those were Fauns and Satyrs.” His mother smiled at his unabating curiosity. “The half-goat ones were the Fauns, and the wilder ones who were more than half-goat were the Satyrs.”

    “They could talk,” he remarked. Astounded by this fact even hours after meeting the strange creatures.

    “Of course they could.” His mother’s smile grew into a gentle laugh. “They are Talking Beasts of Narnia.”

    “Are there a lot of such Talking Beasts in Narnia, Mother?” He blinked at her. More stunned than ever.

    “Yes, there are many Talking Beasts in Narnia.” Mother rumpled his hair. “For Narnia is the land Aslan created for the Talking Beasts to inhabit at the Dawn of Time though He appointed Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve to rule justly over them as anointed kings and queens of Narnia.”

    “Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve?” Lune’s forehead knitted at the unfamiliar term.

    “That’s us, dear.” Mother responded to his ignorance with another ruffle of his hair. “All of us humans are Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve.”

    “But who is this Adam and Eve?” Lune persisted. Trying to find the light of understanding through this thicket of confusion.

    “I don’t know.” Mother kissed his cheek. Unperturbed by the lack of information she could provide in answer to this last query. “That’s what Aslan calls us, and whatever Aslan calls us must be our true names for He knows the true names and natures of all His creatures.”

    Lune had to be satisfied with that answer. He kissed his mother on the cheek, bade her good night with a bow, and went off to sleep in the comfort of his bedchamber.

    Three weeks later, an emissary of the White Witch arrived in Archenland. A vicious wolf who snapped his jaws menacingly Mother and Father as he demanded that the Narnian traitors been turned over to his custody to face their proper punishment in Narnia as they had fled to avoid the justice they deserved.

    Father had regally declared that they would not surrender those Fauns and Satyrs who had sought refuge in Archenland and when the wolf growled that such a refusal would forfeit the friendship of Queen Jadis of Narnia and earn her eternal enmity had only proclaimed in a voice that echoed through the throne room that Archenland would trust in the mountains to protect her from the north as they always had.

    The White Witch never did attack Narnia though the Fauns and Satyrs remained unyielded to her.

    Lune was a crowned and anointed King of Archenland in his own right–married with a beautiful wife who had borne him infant twins sons they had named Cor and Corin and his parents buried beside each other in the royal crypts beneath Castle Anvard–before the White Witch was overthrown by an alliance between Aslan, King Peter, King Edmund, Queen Susan, and Queen Lucy.

    King Peter wrote to him eloquently from Cair Paravel. Seeking the restoration of the friendship that had reigned between Narnia and Archenland in the days before the White Witch had conquered Narnia. Inviting Lune to treat with him at Cair Paravel.

    So, Lune had set sail for Narnia with his beautiful wife, his newborn twin sons, and a coalition of his most trusted councilors including the brothers Dar and Darrin. He hoped to reestablish the ancient bond between Narnia and Archenland now that Narnia was free of the White Witch’s tyranny and to obtain a centaur’s blessing of prophecy for his twin sons.

    The centaur’s blessing of prophecy for Cor had seemed to promise the highest possible destiny: that the child would one day save Archenland from the gravest danger the country would ever find itself. Yet, within a brief time, the baby would be gone. Kidnapped by a traitorous chancellor. An abduction that would make sense when the boy appeared running over the hills to warn him and his men in the midst of a hunt of an impending Calormen assault on Castle Anvard.

    When Cor appeared before him in the flesh after so many years of agonizing separation, Lune knew he was living in the days of magic and prophecy being fulfilled, and devoutly thanked Aslan for that in his mind and stout heart.
     
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  15. pronker

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    :p

    ^:)^

    What a thorough depiction of Lune's life and legacy - stout fellow, he! Congratulations on completing the series.
     
  16. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Host: Finish the story, Anagrams & Scattegories. star 8 VIP - Game Host

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    Great scenes with the snowball fight and the tea then the recalling of long history and the reestablishing of friendship between Arkenland and Narnia and Cor's return. :) Congratulations on concluding the series. @};-
     
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    devilinthedetails Fiendish Fanfic & SWTV Manager, Tech Admin star 6 Staff Member Administrator

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    @pronker Thanks so much for reading and reviewing my Lune pentathlon every step of the way! I got a chuckle out of the idea of Lune pretending to peer for cotton between his friend's ears so I am so glad that part amused you as well[face_laugh] and the idea of cheese and chutney tea sandwiches made me very hungry indeed because I am a huge fan of cheese. But that is part of my tribute to CS Lewis who had a knack for describing some scrumptious teas in true British fashion=P~ I'm so thrilled that you found this to be such a thorough depiction of Lune's life and legacy, and, yes, he is indeed a stout fellow, but it suits him perfectly and is part of what makes him such a delightful character;)

    @WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Thank you so much for faithfully reading and reviewing my Lune pentathlon[:D] I'm so glad that you enjoyed the snowball fight because I had such fun writing it, and I always take great pleasure in writing a nice tea time especially in the wonderfully cozy world of Narnia[face_love]

    It was interesting for me to be able to write about the long history and the reestablishing of friendly ties between Narnia and Archenland once the Witch is overthrown and then to have the flash forward to Cor's return, and I'm so happy to hear you appreciated those aspects. I've been doing a Narnia re-read this summer, and it was cool to be able to try to connect various aspects of the Narnia lore to King Lune's life in this pentathlon!

    Thanks again for the kind words that made my day:D
     
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