Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis.
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Welcome to the final part of the Hobbits in Narnia trilogy. :)
This has taken me months to reach this part. And here we are, about to embark on the Dawn Treader, along with Merry and Fatty. It's sure to be an interesting ride. :)
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The Shire was peaceful at this hour. Quiet. Not a sound protruding the air.
Something else was on the horizon, moving in a ball of blue light towards one of the homes. The smials. The hobbit houses, where none disturbed their slumber. Yes, the ball of light moved quickly. Quicker and quicker, in hopes of finding its destination.
A wizard in grey robes stopped his chestnut steed. He dismounted and approached the light. Using his staff, he tapped the light with one brushstroke. The ball of light twirled around in the air, before restoring its flight inside one of the grander smials. Brandy Hall. The wizard guessed the ball of light liked this spot.
Maybe a new adventure was on the horizon.
The wizard was not so pleased with this new turn of events. He knew something or someone was causing the light to drift inside the smial. But who or what remained to be seen. It did not take long before a full-grown lion stood next to him. His eyes lurking on the house before them.
"It is good that you are here, Gandalf," the lion said. "I did not think you would come."
"As am I, Aslan." Gandalf said, smiling. "So what interest have you in Buckland? What about that painting?"
"The painting will come when the ball of light does its job." Aslan declared, his voice soft but loud enough to hear. "The painting will appear when it is time."
"And then?" He asked, curious.
"Then the hobbits will come to Narnia." Aslan looked up at Gandalf the Grey, also curious. "Do not think me blind, Gandalf. I know what I'm doing."
"When the time comes, we'll be ready for it."
"But you are not coming?"
"I have other matters in the Shire to attend. Particularly with a gold band, which I think may be a device of evil."
"I wish you luck on your journey." Aslan nodded.
"Same to you, my friend." Gandalf said, heading towards his horse.
The wizard nearly mounted, when the Lion stopped him. It was clear there was more he wanted to say. But how much more would the hobbits have to go through? Frodo was still in Narnia. There were questions that needed to be answered. The only way to do it was if one or two more hobbits traveled to Aslan's world.
Were they truly ready for that task?
"Actually," Gandalf insisted, "you have done just as much meddling as I."
"Do you wish to see Frodo again?" Aslan asked, curious.
"Of course I do, but going to Narnia was not the best decision he could have made." The wizard said. "If he dies there, this world falls."
"I will keep him safe." The Lion said, watching the wizard mount his steed.
"I'm counting on it." The wizard said, serious.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you! If it weren't for you, that wardrobe wouldn't need to come to Middle-earth. The painting wouldn't come for a rescue mission. Personally, I think it's a wild goose chase."
Aslan smiled. "Goose chase or not, it certainly gives your hobbit friends something to do. Something to keep their interests alive."
"I hope you're right. Farewell, my friend. I go now to Bree-land, where I will meet a certain ranger." Gandalf said, ready to leave.
"Farewell." Aslan said, as the wizard rode off into the dusky air. He hoped he knew what he was doing, same with the Lion. He just hoped the hobbits were prepared for the next object to fall into their peaceful home.
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Thanks for reading. :)