Name: The Chronicles of the Fellowship: Generational Gaps
Rating: M/NC-17
Summary: Part 2 of The Chronicles of the Fellowship series. Caspian's son and Susan's daughter are in love. In this part of the series, we find out when it happened, how and why. We also explore the reaction of their parents...specifically Caspian and Susan's!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Prologue

It was Christmas and everyone was at Cair Paravel. Even Lucy, her husband and two young children came from Archenland to spend the holiday with her family.

The evening after Lucy arrived, two dark figures met in the hallway. They immediately began to kiss hungrily. The woman ran her slender fingers through the man's raven locks as he devoured her perfectly pouty lips with his own. He stared into her blue eyes and touched her freckled face as she kissed the distinctive cleft in his chin. She could stare into those chocolatey brown orbs all day. He pulled her into a nearby closet.

Lucy caught a glimpse of the couple sneaking into the closet as she turned the corner. She covered her mouth, almost swearing she just saw Susan and Caspian sharing desperate kisses as they closed the closet door. Lucy glared and tightened her fists. "How could they do such a thing to their spouses?" she thought angrily. For a moment, she thought of waking Legolas and Jasmina, but she wanted to handle this discreetly, for now. She marched to the closet door and yanked it open, ready to condemn Susan and Caspian for their betrayals.

The two inside yelped and scrambled to readjust their clothing. Lucy's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. She looked back and forth at the faces that stood before her, looking surprised, flustered and nervous. They looked so much like their parents. "Estel...Rilian?" Lucy gasped.

Estel and Rilian stepped forward, "Aunt Lucy...we can explain..."

Chapter 1

Rilian didn't know life without her. He couldn't fathom it. She was as much a part of him as his arms or his legs. He didn't remember when they fell in love. He mused that it happened slowly, starting when she first laid eyes on him when he was just a newborn and she an infant. They were barely a year apart in age and shared almost everything from the moment they learned to walk.

He remembered her chasing him around while they both wore nothing but their cloth diapers.

He remembered climbing a tree with her when she was supposed to be with his mother, learning proper dining etiquette.

He remembered the new feelings which arose the first time she wore a dress with a corset. At the time, she was 14 and he was 13. The boys his age who were being trained on the royal training grounds took notice of her growing body, but Rilian saw more than that. Her eyes were similar to her fathers being bright turquoise in color. Her features were similar to an elf's save for the soft freckles and full lips that made her so resemble her mother when she was her age.

She was lucky. There was no unattractive pubescent phase...she simply bloomed into womanhood. The boys around the training grounds would snicker and stare if she walked by, prompting Rilian to shoot them a look which caused them to immediately divert their gaze. They all knew he was protective of her and he was no weak, pampered prince. Caspian and Legolas made sure the royal children were given the best combat training available. Rilian was a fierce swordsman and highly skilled in hand to hand combat and the rest of the boys on the royal training grounds knew it. Picking a fight with Rilian would mean needing a dose of Queen Lucy's elixir.

It wasn't that Estel couldn't handle herself if the boys on the training grounds got too rowdy, Rilian just felt she shouldn't have to if he was around. She'd shot an apple while a boy, who had said something particularly rude, was bringing it to his mouth. He remembered her placing a hand on his chest to keep him from charging forth and pummeling the pimply teenager. The touch sent shock waves through his body. They'd touched a million times before. They even bathed together as toddlers. Now he was nearly fainting because she touched his chest? Rilian felt conflicted.

From that moment, he started to notice her. He began to look at her differently. He began to see her for the beautiful girl she was and envision the amazing woman she would become. He felt strange thinking of someone he loved so purely like that.

He realized just how strong his feelings were during one of their many afternoon strolls after lunch. She spotted "their" tree and hit him on the shoulder, "Race you!" She giggled as she ran off, granting herself a decent head start. It didn't matter either way. He caught up to her and picked her up from behind as she squealed, attempting to squirm away from him. They had played like that a thousand times. Her wriggling and writhing against him in an attempt to get out of his grasp. This time was different. He felt a flutter of activity within him as the all too familiar sensation of an erection pressing against his pants caused him to quickly release her and jump away. Thankfully, his embarrassing moment went unnoticed as she took the opportunity to win the race. He forced a smile as she climbed the tree and playfully stuck her tongue out at him, "I win again!"

After that moment, he felt ashamed of his new feelings toward her. He withdrew himself from his family slightly...the way most teenage boys did. His father immediately took notice, coming to his chambers one evening just before bed.

Rilian had just dressed after his bath and was about to lay down when there was a pronounced knock at the door.

"Son, it's me."

Rilian opened the door and smiled awkwardly, "Hello father." Caspian towered over his teenaged son, but save for the height difference, age lines and graying beard the king sported, they were nearly identical. The deep, dark eyes, the cleft in the chin, the silky brown locks...he was almost a carbon copy.

Caspian held up a plate of treats, "I thought we could talk over an evening snack...you haven't quite seemed yourself lately and I was hoping you and I could just ."

Rilian laughed softly and invited his father in. Caspian was a terrific father, but a bit uncomfortable when it came to starting one of his parental talks. He always brought a plate of sweets with him to help break the ice.

The two sat down on Rilian's bed and began eating the snacks. Caspian looked at his son sideways, "Alright my son...you know you can tell me anything..."

Rilian sighed as Estel flashed before his eyes. She had worn a lavender dress that day. It made her eyes look purple. She had jumped on his back and forced him to carry her back to the castle after their lessons in the courtyard that afternoon. Rilian shook his head and bit his lip, "Father...I've been...well I've noticed...um...when you like a girl..."

Caspian's face paled. "How old was he? Girls? Surely my baby boy wasn't already interested in girls!" Caspian thought frantically, but attempted to maintain a calm expression, "You like a girl?"

Rilian shrugged his shoulders and tried to keep from blushing, "Well...I think so."

Caspian's sighed and patted his son on the back, "You are young yet my son. I'm sure she's a lovely young lady, but you have plenty of time to court women. I want you to concentrate on your lessons now. Have fun with your family and friends. When the time comes, I am sure you will have plenty of gorgeous young ladies practically falling over themselves to get to you. Be careful though...there are many young ladies who would attempt to take advantage of a young prince. Keep your wits about you, alright?"

Rilian nodded and smiled as his father ruffled his hair, then left.

"You must be smarter than the most revered philosopher, stronger than your best soldier and more caring than the most loving of mothers in order to be a successful ruler..." his father would tell them at the end of a sparring session or during a meal. It was his mantra, and Rilian planned to make it his own. He took his father's advice and concentrated on his studies, excelling in every area. He spoke many languages, and even learned how to speak elvish from his Uncle Legolas. He was an expert in diplomacy and a strong fighter, mastering all of the skills is took to follow in his father's footsteps.

Estel was a naturally bright girl as well. She was poised, exceptionally beautiful and tough. She breezed through her lessons and, like Rilian, mastered multiple languages. She never paid much attention to boys until her 15th birthday when the son of the retired Telmarine general showed interest in her at the ball her parents threw for her. His name was Kolby and he was tall, handsome and cocky. Rilian didn't like him at all, but decided to hide is disapproval from Estel. He didn't want her to suspect his jealousy.

The boy was arrogant and, in Rilian's opinion, didn't appreciate the position he was in. It seemed as if Kolby was more excited about being seen with Estel, than actually being with her. Rilian watched them closely, knowing one day, Kolby would hurt her and he would be there to pick up the pieces.

The day came barely six months after her birthday. Aunt Susan asked him to come visit Estel because she had been down and was in need of some cheering up. Everyone knew that if Estel was sick, sad or stressed, she could depend on Rilian for cheering up. When they were children and she took to bed with a fever, Rilian stayed in bed with her, playing games and telling her jokes to keep her spirits up. Now he was prepared to do the same thing. He entered her room as she lay on the bed, clutching her pillow, crying silent tears.

He walked to her bed and cocked his head to the side, "Estel...what is the matter?"

She sat up and hugged him, "Kolby...he's awful Rilian!"

Rilian almost growled, "What did he do?"

Estel took a deep breath and pulled away, "I caught him kissing Christiana in the northern courtyard. That twit."

He haphazardly brushed a few hairs from her face and sighed as she wiped away a few tears. "Do you want me to kill him for you?" he asked. His face remained expressionless.

She looked at his face and cracked a smile, lighting up the entire room with her laughter, "No...that won't be necessary." She shoved him playfully, "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked as she took his hand, squeezing it.

"Make me feel better, no matter what." he smiled as she laid her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and squeezed, "Years of practice and patience. You can be quite difficult when you're sick!"

She poked him in the side, causing him to yelp and squirm slightly, "Ha-ha."

Their laughter died down slowly as they looked into each other's eyes. They leaned in to each other, but jumped as Legolas entered the room, beaming. "I heard laughter and couldn't believe that it was my daughter! I haven't seen that smile in days...Rilian...thank you for brightening her spirits."

Legolas kissed Estel's forehead and touched the crown of her head, "I cannot bear to see you despair." Rilian took a step back and smiled.

Susan entered the room and placed a hand on Rilian's back, "I've never met another who can cheer her heart the way you do Rilian."

Rilian stayed at Cair Paravel that evening, in a room just across from Estel's. He heard his door open and knew it was her. She had always found her way into his bed when he stayed at Cair Paravel or when she slept at the castle. Whether it was them talking or her taking advantage of his warmth, she had created a habit of falling asleep next to him whenever they slept in the same household.

She climbed into bed with him, shoving him over with her legs. He turned over and murmured, glancing at her through sleepy eyes, "Is something wrong with your bed again?"

She bunched the covers beneath her chin and smiled at him, "Have you been asleep long?"

He stretched and shrugged his shoulders slightly, "No, was just dozing off..." he yawned loudly. "Did you need to talk?"

She bit her lip, "Rilian, do you think I'm pretty?"

His eyes shot open, releasing him from his sleepy stupor, "Wh-What? What makes you ask that?"

She leaned up on her elbow, "Kolby. He never touched me the way I saw him touching Christiana."

Rilian raised a brown, "Then he knew better."

Estel looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"He knew better than to touch you that way. Estel, you are better than that. You deserve more than that. I know it, and obviously he knew it. Everyone knows it. You dare ask me if you're pretty...you are the most beautiful woman in this kingdom. He probably feared your beauty. Any other woman is plain in comparison. He just wanted to be seen with you..."
"You think I'm beautiful?" she smiled.

He rolled his eyes and worked to suppress his own smile, "Go to sleep Estel..."

She laid down as he rolled over, closing his eyes and wishing for sleep to take him. She smiled at his back and whispered, "You're not so bad yourself Rilian..."

At that, he smiled and fell into a comforting slumber as she lay beside him.

Hope you enjoy! Please review. As mentioned before, this is part two of the Chronicles of the Fellowship story series. Please go back and read part one if you haven't already!