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A/N: These drabbles are interconnected but are not in chronological order.

Appreciation

Twelve-year-old, Lucy tries hard not to show Tumnus that she needs or wants something because he wouldn't even let her lift a finger in his presence. Sure, she is a queen and she has ladies-in-waiting, but during the time that they are together, he wouldn't even let her get even the lightest piece of paper. They were currently sitting inside Tumnus' comfortable cave. Lucy was feeling sleepy with her tummy full of sardines and bread. She started dozing off in the armchair. Tumnus smiled at her. He tucked her hair behind her ear before lifting her up in his arms and carried her off to tuck her in his bed.

Lucy smiled sleepily and opened her eyes slightly as Tumnus was tucking her in. "You're really the best ever..." She whispered sleepily. Tumnus kissed her forehead. "You're the best too." He replied as he turned to go down.


One of the things that Tumnus had always admired in Lucy was her appreciation of the things done for her. She thanks each and every one of those who helps her, no matter how small the help was. Not that the other monarchs of Narnia were less grateful. But there was something in Lucy's heartfelt thanks that makes one feel appreciated. When he was younger, he didn't feel that his father appreciated him enough. He sought appreciation in the arms of willing nymphs but now he didn't need the empty physical gratification. His queen's appreciation is all he needs.