For WoodElfJedi (who literally reviews within minutes of my posts on occasion!)
The Shattered Mirror
-Horn-
Lucy was pacing.
Edmund had only been gone for three days but she was worried. True it was only a hunt and with the Archenland nobles, but only a day after he had set out rumors had been heard of a group of hags and werewolves roaming the southern border.
They had sent Sallowpad after him with a warning, but they had had no word back and now she was imagining the worst.
Edmund was a brilliant swordsmen, the best in Narnia though he would never boast of it and walked, ate and slept with his boots full of daggers but not even King Edmund could hold out against an entire band of hags and werewolves.
A horn ran out, piercing and valiant in the morning air, the sound of hooves and the call to halt in a dear and familiar voice.
All was well in Cair Paravel.
-Tunics-
Peridan first saw his kings as he rode past Balaris' cottage. He was an old faun and a good friend to Tumnus' deceased father. Peridan had never met either having been born in the hills of Archenland during the Hundred Years Winter.
He had heard of both Balaris and Tumnus by repute and was thus pleased to see that some of the returned humans were helping him rethatch the roof. He was surprised at how young they were, he put the older one at sixteen and the younger at fourteen and that was a generous estimate.
Being young and idealistic himself, he stopped and soon found himself with straw in his hair helping the two brothers. Their tunics were worn, a faded red and rusty black respectively but they fit well and looked comfortable, indeed far more so than Peridan's own velvet tunic, at least for rough outdoor work.
They welcomed him warmly and offered him dinner and an invitation to Cair Paravel in their own names, High King Peter and King Edmund.
Peridan realized that he had found kings after his own heart.
-Pipes-
Susan ran forward through the trees her long skirt snagging on fallen branches and thistles.
And still she ran.
Past firs and oaks and holly, through the tangled dogwoods until she reached the stream. Willows grew thickly on the bank, their long leafy branches hanging in a graceful veil at the water's edge.
Susan paused as she reached the willow fence and turned to face her pursuers. They came on, loping easily through the forest, their fine clothes torn and crowns askew.
Thin reedy music beckoned them on and Susan turning leapt across the stream but a step before her brothers and sister as they swept on to the tune of Tumnus' pipe.
-Green-
Peter and Edmund lay side by side in the warm grass of the meadow. It was a wonderful day (as most Narnian days were) the sun shining, the grass and trees gleaming green with life and health against the deep blue of a Narnian summer sky.
"Green and blue are the most beautiful of all colors" said Edmund suddenly, sitting up.
"Whence this realization, Ed?" asked Peter lazily.
"They complement each other perfectly" said Edmund, "The green against the blue, life and air and – it is rather hard to describe. They just are."
"I think I know what you mean" said Peter, "Red and blue or purple and gold wouldn't be right."
"I wonder" said Edmund thoughtfully, "Are they right because Aslan made them that way or did he make trees green and the sky blue because they were right?"
"Both?" responded Peter.
"I am glad it is the ground of our banner" said Edmund, "It means Narnia, green hills and mountains and green waves. Green and red, the colors of the Lion and his Land"
-Music-
Edmund signaled Peter and Susan from behind the tapestry.
"Lucy is waiting for us"
They ducked as they sped along the secret passage. The walls were narrow and the ceiling low but a warm golden light shone at the end. A thin breathy piping greeted them as they emerged into the cavern and the light.
Lucy waited at the far end a gleaming flute in her hands. Peter, Susan and Edmund strode forward to meet her taking their positions.
"Let us begin, fair consorts" said Peter his voice echoing across the ceiling and walls. The flute rang out brightly and alone for a moment before the fiddle joined in and the harp and finally Peter's gittern.
The four instruments wrapped the chamber in song as the Four began to sing, the flute fell silent and a high and clear soprano took its place. Susan's warm and mellow alto joined in, then the tenor melodious and sure and Peter's deep and penetrating bass. The rocky walls caught and reflected the sound magnifying it until the whole cavern thrummed with song.
Just random drabbles that didn't fit anywhere else at the moment. The title is meant to be mysterious and symbolic (by all means tell me if you think it is...)
That was a most roundabout way of asking for reviews :)
Shire Rose
PS Thanks to Jessica for pointing out that Lucy couldn't sing and play the flute at the same time...(I can't believe I wrote that)