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Summary: Random drabbles of Aslan and the Pevensies, as well as others...
Chapter Summary: There was a pause before Aslan left his tent in the campsite of the Battle of Beruna, what was the Great Lion thinking before he saw the Pevensies?
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Tented Thoughts
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The camp sounded like a near silent hive of bees, a low humming that rarely fluctuated, but today it was different, He could feel it.
The tent was sparely furnished, a thick rug over the ground, roughly covering the octagon of grass covered rock, a pile of soft pillows and blankets that made up a bed fit for a large feline, and a low table, covered in maps and battle plans, ones He wished He wouldn't have to use.
Closer to noon, a horn sounded, He'd been expecting it, but a few others cried out in wonder, Orieus at his post just outside the red and gold tent stamped a forehoof, shifting to be ready to defend his king.
The low humming built into curious and then estatic talking, the hope and joy was loud in their voices.
Then, He knew...
They were here...
First, the two guides, a pair of beavers, brave...honest...and a bit nervous...but faithful...
Second, was the oldest, a strong boy, fear crept in on his curiousity, but duty to his family kept it from coming forth, his heart may have pounded in his chest but he was strong.
Just behind his steps was the second oldest, her compassion glowed, He could feel it as she approached her heart reaching out to all around her even if she didn't realize it, she did not want to see a war.
And then...
The last, the youngest, the third sibling wasn't here He sighed slightly but had expected it.
The youngest soon to be queen, such hope and awe filled her, she shone with brilliance, a smile slid past His calm face, brightening His deep eyes to a warmer glow, She was the reason why He had returned, she had started it all...
Her warmth rivaled his own, and already the members of the camp were knowing the love her for her innocence...and valiance...
Orieus shifted again as they stopped their procession, the boy drew his blade in a clumsy salute.
"We have come to see Aslan."
He smiled again, such bravery in such a fearful voice, yes he was scared, but he had a duty to his family.
Orieus didn't speak, merely dropped into a bow, as did all the others.
He waited a moment, sighing faintly and preparing himself and allowing the children to come to terms with everything so far.
Stepping forward with a quick shake of His mane, he slid through the tent flaps, eyes blinking in the bright, rich sun before settling and never leaving the three nervous children.
They stared before quickly dropping into bows, heads ducked and eyes lowered, scared yet trying to remain brave.
"Welcome Peter, son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, daughters of Eve. And welcome to you beavers, you have my thanks. But, where is the fourth?"
He already knew the answer, but they needed to admit as much as the rest needed to hear it.
The children stood, Lucy nearly in tears while Susan refused to look anywhere but the grass.
"That's why we're here sir, we need your help."
"We had a little trouble along the way."
"Our brother's been captured by the White Witch."
Hearing those words made His heart sink even further, just because he had known it...didn't stop the words from hurting.
"Captured? How could this happen?"
"He...betrayed him your majesty."
The words of the He-beaver invoked frustration and anger in the crowd, only saddening the children further while Orieus snorted and stamped.
"Then he has betrayed us all."
He growled shortly, stoppng any further comments and silencing the mutterings in the background, the children were distraught enough.
"Peace Orieus, I'm sure there's an explanation."
"It was my fault really, I was too hard on him."
"We all were."
Brother against brother, nothing good came of such ill thoughts, nor a family divided...
"Please sir, he's our brother..."
With Lucy's soft plea, His heart broke, as the youngest she was the one to cling to support and family even a broken one, but He knew she would always look to Him as well, with undying love.
His voice lowered soothingly a near purr in His tone, "I know Dear One," With that endearment the tears did not fall, hope rose in her again and soft blue eyes met a pair of deep amber gold ones, love passing between the two.
"But that only makes the betrayal all the worse."
He couldn't afford to lie to them, they needed the truth, and while He hated to give it so harshly, they had little time...
"This maybe harder than you think."
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Before Aslan and Peter talk on the cliff
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He called for a pair of dryads to show the children to their tents to change and rest before exploring the camp He left as well, heading into the woods.
The youngest, Lucy, had slipped from her sister's company, and now sat on the edge of the brook crying.
He sighed before padding closer, laying behind her and nuzzling her shoulder gently.
Lucy turned and hugged His neck, burying her face in His mane and clinging to Him tightly.
A low hum slid past his lips, soothing her fears as she shifted after a moment to lay against Him.
"Hush now Dear One, there is no need for tears...I promise you, you are safe."
"I want my brother..."
He hummed again, nuzzling her cheek and lion-kissing her nose, "I know Dear One, and I will do everything to bring him back, do not fear."
Lucy hugged Him again, nodding against His neck before pulling away and wiping her eyes, standing and dusting herself off.
"I guess I better go freshen up now."
He chuckled a little, the deep rumbling like thunder yet made the girl smile.
"You will feel better Dear One, now join your sister, and try on your first Narnian dress, the first of many your majesty."
She giggled, performing an overly dramatic curtsy, to which He responded by bowing slightly as well, smiling a little as she raced back to her tent and sister.
He sighed faintly, the smile still on his lips as he turned and watched Peter climb the cliff above the camp, giving the boy a moment along before following.
And so begins...
tada! What do you think?
