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. All canon material belongs to their respective owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the third part of my mini-series, Origin Tales: Parker Dooley. :)

While this may follow the Narnian route, this is going to focus on Parker, since this will be his story. Although, I may switch back and forth between characters. We'll see. :)

Enjoy. :)

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Castlecreek Manor sat by its lonesome out in the English countryside. Few disturbed the people here, but perhaps that was for the best. There were so many rooms in this manor, with so many dragonoid statues that it was almost unnerving. But the people there were not disturbed at night, for many strange and wonderous things occurred there, with few to claim it as wonderful.

It was on this night that a blue-eyed hobbit man, with soft, thick, curly brown locks of hair, fair skin, and donned in a white nightgown, slept peacefully next to his wife. Their son was in his twin bed, sporting a pair of blue and black pajamas. Their son was also fair skinned, but it was his blue eyes that made the hobbit man wonder if they were more alike than the boy's mother, who had curly brown hair, fair skin, and facial features, and wore a blue nightgown.

They were the Dooley family: Parker Dooley, his wife Eliza, and their son Maxin, all sound asleep and dreaming of faraway things.

Tension built inside the hobbit-human. He wasn't alone in the dark planes of his mind, for a vast fog emitted in the growing darkness. There, sitting on a table, was a mahogany music box, playing an all too familiar dragonoid tune, one that was only used during battles. The music box stood on a pedestal, enriching the world around him.

Parker grimaced at the thought of actually meeting the maker of this jewelry box. He could give him a piece of his mind!

He turned his attention elsewhere. There was a baby crib carrying Maxin, who smiled at him. He picked up the baby, surprising himself that Maxin was so small once upon a time. Now, his two-year-old son slept in a twin bed, one that Parker's brother Turen fashioned using the best wood around the Land of Dragons. The passage to that world had been opened a year ago, giving them a chance to visit their parents' mansion and still come home to greet Parker's wife and son whenever they liked.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Parker soothed the infant. "You're okay." He looked again. His infant was gone. What? This wasn't supposed to happen! Now, he needed to find his child. And there Maxin was, two years old and playing with his dragon toys. Parker sighed, joining his child.

Oh, how he loved these make-believe games! Parker didn't understand what Helen the Shapeshifter found wrong with these games, but he believed in them. It was the only way a child could grow up properly. At least, that's what he hoped.

"Parker… Parker!" It was Aslan. The Great Lion called out to him from the shadows. Parker looked this way and that but couldn't find him. Perhaps he wasn't looking hard enough.

"Aslan, is that you?" Parker asked, concerned. He shook his head, attempting to drown the thoughts out. He couldn't and that made things worse. "Oh, where are you? Hmm?"

He looked up, stunned by the dark dragonoid's appearance. Who was this dastardly dragonoid? Why did he bother him? Parker had a right mind to tear that dragonoid apart! But no! He mustn't think that way! He was going dark again!

"No! Stop it!" Parker slapped himself across the face, hurting his cheek. He looked again, right as the dark dragonoid came towards him. The darkness resumed its course, sending him back to the light.

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Parker awoke. He sat up, fury building up inside him. Oh, how he wanted to rip out that dark dragonoid's arms! He wanted to do it! Why couldn't he contain himself, like he did in the dream? It didn't make sense! None of it did. Was the dark dragonoid out to get him? Was the dark dragonoid himself?

No! He needed to snap out of this. He needed to check on his wife. Oh good! She was still asleep. He sighed, knowing that things were all right now.

He stood up and approached his two-year-old son's bed. He gently pressed a hand on Maxin's cheek. That woke up the boy! Parker rested a hand against his son's mouth, shushing him. Parker removed his hand, giving the boy a chance to breathe and get out of bed. Parker move towards the window ledge, taking his son with him.

Small patches of grey clouds moved in and out over the horizon. It wasn't enough to block out the sun, but it was enough to reveal the warm pinks, purples, oranges, reds, and blues forming in the sky. The sunlight was a beauty golden color, something Parker admired about Earth. He wondered when his family would see another sunrise as brightly as this one.

"Papa," Maxin asked his father, "will we see anodher sunwise?"

Parker chuckled softly. "I hope so. I can't imagine anything as bright and as beautiful as this one." He turned and looked at his wife, who still slept soundly on their four-poster bed with its red furry covers. He sighed, looking at her, wondering who could have given him a more perfect wife in her own imperfect way? Well, he was the luckiest man around to have her for support and guidance. He needed her and she needed him.

"Excuse me," he said, approaching his wife and kissing her on the cheek. He smiled when she awoke, turning over and looking at him square in the eyes. She smiled, as he told her, "Good morning, sweet pea."

"Morning," Eliza said, stretching her muscles. "What time is it?"

"It's dawn," Parker said with a smile. "Do you think we should wake Turen?"

"If he'll let you," Eliza said, wrapping her arms around her pillow. "Knowing Turen," she said, sleepily, "he won't be too happy you've woken him."

"All the more reason why I should wake him up," Parker said, heading out the suite door while carrying their two-year-old son down the hallway.

Parker loved this hallway. All the marble dragonoid sculptures reminded him of home. Oh, he missed the mansion. The Dooley Mansion was where his parents and most of his family resided. That house had so many rooms, too, including its own meeting room, where holographic maps stood out in the center of a long mahogany table, made from the darkest wood available in the Land of Dragons. Oh, how he missed that room! He wanted to see it so badly!

He nearly tripped on the tapestry rug, depicting a battle between dragons and dragonoids, with flames blazing from the dragons, as he neared the decorated wooden door to his brother's suite. Parker knocked on this door, two doors down from his, Eliza, and Maxin's suite. There was a groan on the other side of the door. Yes! His brother stirred, enough for Parker to open the door and find a bronze-haired man with fair face, pale skin, and dressed in a set of white and blue striped pajamas, still asleep in his bed.

The bedroom had a four-poster bed, with its own set of purple covers and white sheets, as well as a cushioned chair and couch sitting against the wall. This room was the first room Parker entered. Next to the bedroom was the sitting room with its floral design spread out throughout the room. The tapestries revealed a woman with blonde hair and a few Dalmatians playing games on a green grassy field.

Parker loved this room and was even more pleased to find that his brother Turen was awake but groggy.

Parker intervened, telling his brother, "Breakfast will be ready downstairs. The servants should have it out, by the time we get down there."

"I'll be down in a minute," Turen huffed, trying to fall back asleep.

"I'm going to take Maxin to Eliza's suite," Parker said, walking away. "I'll see you soon!"

"Don't count on it!" Turen groaned, waking up fully. "What time is it?"

Parker rushed his son into the bathroom of his and Eliza's suite. He wasted no time finishing up, with his son up first and him next. As soon as his son was ready, Parker took him back out to see Eliza, who was seated on the white-sheeted mattress. Eliza greeted Maxin with a warm smile. Parker knew, even as he closed the bathroom door, that everything was going to turn out okay.

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He changed into a casual blue shirt with a pair of brown trousers before meeting his wife, who was now donned in a flowery V-neck dress. He looked at his son, who sported a sweater vest over his purple shirt and wore a pair of dark brown pants. Parker cocked his head, glad to have a son with so much energy. He chuckled, ruffling his son's hair up.

"You look fashionable," Parker said, picking his son up again. Maxin giggled as Parker zoomed him around through the air, making airplane sounds. He loved these times spent with his kid. His laughter ceased the moment he caught Eliza's gaze. "What?"

"Nothing," Eliza chuckled, delighted.

"We should go downstairs," Parker said, turning to his son with a smirking expression. "Isn't that right, Maxin?"

"Yes, Papa!" Maxin cried in joy.

Parker chuckled. "Well then, aren't we hungry?" He grinned, watching his wife leave their suite, pinching their son's cheek. Parker laughed, following his wife out of the suite and down the hallway.

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Parker found Turen in the kitchen, eating a bowl of oatmeal. The look on Turen's face was extraordinary – at least until he stared him down. Parker smirked, taking his son into the dining room where their meal awaited them.

On the table was crispy bacon, a dish filled with meaty sausage links, scrumptious cooked ham, and on their plates were sunny side up eggs, still sizzling. Parker sat his son on the booster seat, before sitting down at the end of the table, where he sat next to his wife and son. He gave them a carefree look, before grabbing food from the silver dishes and plates.

He sunk his teeth into the food, devouring it. "This is good," Parker said, smiling.

"Mmm," Eliza said, munching on her bacon. "It's been two years! We've gone back in time, we're now living in 1941, and still don't know what Aslan is planning."

"I'm sure he'll let us know," Parker said, stuffing his face with cooked egg. "This is delicious!"

"Parker, this is serious!" Eliza said, worried.

"What's are you worried for?" Parker asked between bites. "We should be lucky Aslan let us stay in your world! I know I am!" He munched on a sausage link while grabbing the container of oozing maple syrup. He smiled, glad to see the sun poking its head out more, letting in its rays through the windows. "Well, at least something got done right. The sunrise is brighter today."

"When's Aslan going to get here?" Eliza asked, cautious. "It's two years and he still hasn't shown up!"

"He'll be here!" Parker said, casually. "Give him more time." He held her hand, calming her. He shrugged. "If not, then we'll find a way to get to Narnia. If Aslan wants us to go there and do solo missions, then I say 'let him'."

"I don't know about this plan," Eliza said, concerned. She added, "We have a child."

"Well, one of us will care for Maxin, while the other is off adventuring. Or the both of us." He added, "Turen can look after our son, while we've gone adventuring." Parker said, kindly. "Relax." He squeezed her hand. "I'm sure Aslan will let us know what's happening in Narnia." He let go of her, returning to his meal.

Eliza nodded.

Parker smiled, "Well, for the record, this is good."

"Right," Eliza said, enjoying her meal.

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Thanks for reading. :)