This is a fill-in for the film Narnia in the Witch's castle. This is purely based on the 2005 film, having the fill-in parts that were in the book. I own nothing, but this fic.

I came up with this over a cup of nice raspberry tea (Yes, tea. I drink tea—at the age of fourteen), and when I read the first book of Narnia. I don't know how long this will be . . . Six chapters? Dunno.

Don't you just love the title? *sarcasm*

Narnia © C.S. Lewis/Disney

Fic © To the crazy blonde that took the time out of her life to write this.

Tumnus' great sacrifice

By: Writerdragon

Released

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The faun clutched the little girl's hand—Lucy. Aslan had awakened several more soldiers from their stone form. Lucy smiled broadly at the animals that were now reanimated. The faun picked up the youngest of the four children in his arms, holding her tight to his bare chest. The second eldest child, Susan, was awe-struck by the new soldiers—griffons, centaurs, fauns, Talking Animals, and what-not—followed the Great Lion to the main room of the Witch's icy home. The crowd of soldiers crammed into the room, and listened to Aslan.

"Everyone! The White Witch has attacked Narnia as I speak! We need to stop her before she gains the upper hand!" The Lion roared out. "Who is with me?"

The people of Narnia cheered out, lifting up their swords and shields in the air. Lucy, Susan, and Tumnus joined the crowd. Aslan let out a proud roar, his mane shivering from his own force. He leapt up, jumping over the crowd, while the followed the Lion. Tumnus held Lucy to himself, smiling broadly at her. Susan slung her bow over her shoulder.

"Come on!" She cried, running with the crowd.

Tumnus and Lucy went with her.

"Hi! You up there!" Aslan cried up to a giant.

He gazed down. "Yes, O' Great Lion?" He asked.

"We need to get out of here?" Aslan asked.

"Right away!" The great giant, Rumblebuffin, slammed his heavy mallet against the gate of the Witch's house. The second army was free and, for the first time in years, they saw the sun, felt the wind, the grass. But they still charged on, following the true ruler of Narnia. The faun let the little chestnut-hair girl down onto the ground, and holding her hand, went on with the mass. It was about ten minutes before they all reached Peter's current army.

They went on, attacking the Witch's lackeys one after another. In all that, Lucy and Tumnus were separated from each other. But Susan found her, and together, they fought off Minotaurs, werewolves, hags. Susan pulled out arrows after arrows after arrows. Lucy went behind a rock, watching her elder sister shooting the enemy. But, without the little girl's knowing, a werewolf was stalking her, slowly—carefully. But, Tumnus saw the grey werewolf, lunging himself at the beast. The wolf kicked the faun off himself.

"C'mon, faun! Fight me!" It hissed. "Trying to protect your little girl?"

Tumnus was already injured, his leg giving out little bit at a time. "You leave her alone," the faun growled.

The wolf reduced himself onto his fours, circling the hurt faun, snarling and spitting. "You can't do anything, faun!" It yelled out, lashing out his clawed hand.

It hit him squarely in the belly, tearing a little flesh. Tumnus squeaked a little, falling back onto his furry hunches. But, he got up as soon as he fell. Pain coursed through his body, blood splattering on the field and his furry legs. The wolf stood up on his back legs, his back arched in the air like a cat, his tail frayed out.

"I won't let you hurt Lucy," Tumnus growled at the wolf.

The werewolf gave the faun a smug toothy grin. The beast lunged at the weakened faun, throwing them both over a ledge—

When Aslan killed the White Witch, her whole army gave in to Peter's, now not having a leader—they were lost. When Lucy and her siblings found Edmund, and healed him, Lucy went out, searching for more troops to heal. The young girl healed some fauns, centaurs, and Talking Animals, while Aslan restored some stone soldiers to their rightful state. But when Lucy climbed down a steep, shallow cliff, she saw a dead grey werewolf. Fearing that it was still alive, she kept her distance. She then threw a rock at it, hitting the beast's battered head. It did not move. The wolf was dead.

Lucy went over to it, also noticing something about it. There was a hoof sticking out awkwardly from under the body. With all her might, she lifted it up, now seeing a body, and a strangely familiar red scarf. Panic was now settling in, and Lucy rushed to move the wolf off the body. Her fears were confirmed, under the dead wolf body was her best friend—Tumnus.

She let out a little scream of horror, pulling the hurt faun out, and placing his head on her lap. "Mr. Tumnus," she whispered.

Tumnus' eyes fluttered open a little. His mouth was a little, a moan escaping his pale fleshed lips. A smile tugged at his lips. "L-Lucy," he stuttered out.

She quickly shushed him, looking for her cordial out of her dress pocket, and tipping it slightly, once ruby drip falling into his slack jaw. Lucy watched his throat mussels contract, swallowing the liquid. He sighed, a smile still on his face. "Thank-k y-you," he whispered.

There was deep claw marks on his belly and chest. By the morning, they would be healed, no scars left on his body. He seemed tired, weak, and frail. Lucy held him tight to her breast, not noticing that the werewolf's body began to move. When she finally did notice, the wolf lunged, but it fell to the ground, an arrow lodged in his back.

Lucy felt her heart race, but noticing that he was finally dead. She saw her elder sister, Susan, with her bow up. She was so relieved about what happened, still gripping to the faun. "O' sister! Thank you so much!" She cried.

Susan ran over, looking down at the fainted faun. "Oh, Lucy, come," Susan said, picking up her sister. "I'll get Oreius!" Susan said. "Come, let's go!"

"No! I'm not leaving him!" Lucy cried out, hanging back. She ran back to her faun friend. "I'm not leaving him!"

"Fine, I'll go get Oreius!" Susan left as soon as she came.

Lucy went back to her friend, holding his body tight to her body. She glared at the dead werewolf with hate, wanting so bad to kick him, throw rocks at him. But, Lucy's main concern was her faun friend, Tumnus. Before she knew it, she was asleep, praying to God that he would survive.