Tumnus/Lucy Short Stories and One-shots!

A/N: So...These will be my first Narnian stories so forgive me if I'm a little…off, I guess ya'll could say. Heh. I was a late fan of this series but I know enough. I don't mean for any characters to be OOC…but…who can really say they're OOC if they're fictional? Oh well. I'll try and bring justice to everything.

Also, most (At least all the relationships and flirting and whatnot) of this is set after Lucy is much older, of courting age, or at least a year or two before.

Story One: Thoughts, Part One

Basically Tumnus's thoughts on Lucy. Purposely short. One-shots and short stories and such will of course be longer.

Tumnus's POV

I had asked her to tea, "Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?", and she had accepted.

That is how it all began, the friendship between myself and young Lucy Pevensie. I had the intention to take her to the White Witch like I had been informed to do with all Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam. But that intention soon began to change early on with our meeting. I wept openly in front of her, calling myself a bad faun. I didn't turn her in; I let her go, and got in trouble myself.

But don't think I regret. Please don't think that! For that is extremely far from the truth. The truth is, I am happy with my decision. I adore dear Lucy and couldn't turn her into the White Witch with the possibility that something would happen to Lucy. I wouldn't be able to stand it knowing it was my fault that a dear friend was harmed. It just…would be unbearable. I treasure her friendship and would do nothing to jeopardize it.

But…I might be doing just that. I might actually be jeopardizing our friendship. And if I lose her just because my own, selfish feelings got in the way…that would be unbearable, too! I can't lose her because of what I long to have…What I long to hold him my arms…Who I long to hold in my arms and comfort when they cry and tell them it's alright and kiss their tears away. But it's just hopeless dreaming…and that's all it will ever be and I must live with that.

I can't help but get jealous though…Whenever- Oh, perhaps I should start from the beginning…after we met but before all this…correct?

Yes, yes of course. Last year, my dear Lucy Pevensie grew up…and became of courting age. The thought of Lucy being more than a friend had never crossed my mind when we had first met and before she had grown up and matured. A couple years back the thought crossed my mind for the first time but I just pushed it away…but then I began to get jealous of princes courting her and asking her hand in marriage but I was relieved when, every time, she denied them kindly.

She had matured, not as much as her siblings of course, but matured nonetheless. When there were banquets she would always make an excuse to slip away for what they assumed to be a few minutes but would actually be quite a few hours. When they were discussing specific matters…she would doze off. Yes, she was a queen and she knew this and knew her duties…but her siblings could inform her more quickly and in a less boring way.

You ask how I know all this. Well, multiple times when she had slipped away, I had been with her and she told me why she had slipped away and how she got bored and this and that. It's quite cute and I always seem to have a little laugh and she always asks why I'm laughing at her. It becomes even cuter. She tells me many things and it makes me happy that she can trust me enough to tell me all this. Well, anyway, lets get back onto the subject of the matter, shall we?

All in all, she still had that innocent, childlike vibe about her. She had grown taller, yet so had I, so I was still a fair amount taller then her. Several times we had walked together she had leaned her head on my shoulder…It made my cheeks heat up. Her face had matured and she looked more poised yet, again, still innocent and child like. She still wandered Narnia like it was her first time here and she wasn't the fondest of sitting in a room for hours on end, discussing things that seemed pointless to her.

Many princes dismissed this, some even like it, and still asked for her hand in marriage. I'm not saying her innocence is bad in any way; in fact, I'm quite fond of it. It's just the thought of my dear Lucy committed to someone else made me jealous. Oh, what am I saying? She's not my dear Lucy, she's Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia and she has every right to be committed to someone she loves. Why am I acting so protective? Yes, I'm her friend and I care and I want her to be happy, but…

Lately I've been noticing her more. Not her looks, please, don't think of me that way…just…her. I've become fonder and more protective of her. When she touches me or leans her head on my shoulder, my heart skips a beat. It seems unexplainable to me. I'm a bad faun. I deceived her all those years ago and I'm a coward and- Maybe I should stop sooner rather than later with this. Lucy forgave me right away and whenever I bring this up, she seems to get irritated and tell me to let it go. Maybe she doesn't want to hurt me and tell that I am a coward. But Lucy doesn't seem like that and every time she tells me to drop it she also says that she forgave me all these years ago and that she doesn't think of me any less. In fact, she says she likes me more and more each day. That just makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter more.

I just don't see why she would choose me over all those handsome princes and suitors and people who are so much better than me…Well, she hasn't exactly chose me, or anyone else for that matter, but say she does…Why? What have I to give her?

Why am I even thinking, no, dreaming like this? It's hopeless…When she does in fact choose someone to stay with the rest of her life, it won't be me and I will be happy for her. That's reality after all. That's life and like everyone's said; life's unfair. And it is indeed that. I'm not sure when all of this started…I just can't stop thinking about her and I long to hold her and tell her I love her…Yes, I do believe I love her. She makes me happy and gives me hope and has accepted me for me and every day, brings a smile to my face.

It started out as a simple friendship and for me, has blossomed into so much more. She's grown into such an amazing person and…oh, it's just hopeless dreaming. No need to go on and on about it…I figure you all get the picture. I'll just keep on dreaming and hoping…Maybe one day, though I don't know how or why or when, I can have my chance…

I just hope…Someday…