Foreword to story : Lately, I saw the first Chronicles movie for the first time. I was never into the books (they were too bland to read, I always put them down after the first chapter) but the movie was decent. The one thing that caught my eye was the obvious fact that Tumnus and Lucy were meant for each other. When Lucy grew up I wanted for her and Tumnus to be in love in Narnia forever. Well, this is what I wish happened.

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Summary : As an adult, Lucy reflects on her love of Tumnus as he sleeps in her arms.

Licorice

Lucy cupped a mug of tea in her hands, it was warm from being near the fire, and she sipped it slowly. Tumnus was accross from her, as usual, reclining and smiling at her.

"Lovely night, isn't it Lucy?"

It sure is.

This place was still the same. This burrow she'd been in her first night in Narnia. She looked over at Tumnus, shuffling in the dark.

He picked up his flute and raised it to his mouth. Lucy shivered in anticipation of it, always the same haunting pitch that lulled her away, and after years it still effected her. The sounds came out and drifted to her ears, easing her, as the fire danced strangely in the distance but she did not see.

She felt a call to sing along, and she came to sing and hum words along to the melody in it's minor key. It was a love song.

"Where are your eyes of diamonds -"

He looked up briefly, but went on playing, even though the tune had not been written for accompaniment.

"Where is your golden smile -"

The song went on and she sang, words springing to her mind as she went.

"Where are your words of wisdom, where is your calming voice - "

Abruptly it ended, jolting Lucy from her slight trance.

"Tumnus? What's wrong?"

His face was forlorn, but he moved, getting down in front of her.

"You have a beautiful voice, Lucy."

He'd told her this on many occasions. She'd found her hidden talent as a teenager, murmuring along to his music.

"Shh," she said, taking his head in her lap, stroking the curls on his head, "Be still, love."

They did this many times, falling asleep against each other in front of the fire, and waking in the morning to see it had burned out and left them cold. Sometimes it was in her palace, but tonight they were in his home, in the familiar environment they had first found each other in.

Against the hard floor Lucy found herself falling asleep to the familiar smells of the walls around her. His home still smelt the same as it did the first time she stepped foot in it. Musky, and of burning wood, and a strange hint of licorice. He smelled the same.

Lucy leaned in and took a breath of him, delighting in it. He smells good for a faun.

His arms found their way around her middle and the two were as close together as possible, almost one.

She wasn't sure what kept her from making him her husband, or from even telling anyone else. Afterall, she'd love nothing more than to stand at the top of a mountain and shout her love of her Mr. Tumnus to all of Narnia.

But no one had to know. Perhaps their love was a secret best kept amongst only them.

How some would laugh at her now, the Queen of Narnia, in a heap on the floor in a faun's arms! It was scandalous!

How her brothers would roll their eyes and hide their faces, how her sister would outright laugh

But no one else had to know.

You're mine, she thought, and mine alone.

By what luck had the two been brought together? What forces in the universe had to align to have the two meet? Lucy wasn't sure, but somehow she felt it was fate she should know Tumnus, fate to love him.

Smiling against his hair, breathing in his scent, Lucy fell into a contented sleep.