First Kiss (with a side of Fainting)

Written - November, 2006
Fandom - Chronicles of Narnia – Lion, Witch, Wardrobe
Rating - PG/Teen For language. - A little worse this time around. ;
Disclaimers - I do not own Queen Lucy, Mr. Tumnus, Queen Susan, King Peter, King Edmund or anything to do with The Chronicle's of Narnia movie or book.
Comments – OMGuh. XD This took me ages. It was just killing my brain. Maybe that's because I was writing it from 3-5AM. ; Please let me know what you think! By the way, it was SO much fun to write Mihn. :3

Chapter Two – That's MY Lucy!

Over the next few days - preceding the ball, Tumnus and Lucy were spending quite a lot of time together. Considering she was a queen. It seemed that she even went out of her way to make tons of spare time for him. But, that may have just been his imagination.

At first, he was oh so terribly worried that he would spill his secret. It would be so awkward for them! Besides, he didn't want to drive Lucy away; she surely didn't love him back. Yes. Surely.

But, as two or three days past, he just enjoyed himself. He didn't worry about spilling secrets or anything. He just smiled and spent time with her. "Maybe this will be an easier secret to lock away than I thought."

Finally, the day of the ball had arrived. Tumnus awoke at sunrise, a little earlier than normal. He wanted to make sure that he was dressed to meet Lucy in the dining hall.

The faun made his way into the said dining hall to find many servants hustling and bustling about trying to get things in order. At the smaller "friends-and-family" table, he could see Kings Peter and Edmund, Queen Susan and three part fish part elf creatures. Where was Lucy? He asked several of the servants, but they were either too busy to bother with him or had no idea.
Tumnus really didn't want to interrupt the majesties' conversation, but he had to see Lucy.
He approached the "family-and-friends" dining table. Edmund was the first to notice him. "Good Morning, Mr. Tumnus!" Peter and Susan gave a 'morning!' in unison.

Edmund continued before Tumnus had even a chance to open his mouth. "King Tavon, Queen Aeris and Princess Agalia, this is a dear friend of ours Mr. Tumnus. Mr. Tumnus, this is my fiancé and her family."

Tumnus bowed, "Good morning to all of you." He faced the three Pevensie siblings, "My majesties, have any of you seen Queen Lucy this morning?"

All three of the siblings gave a look of confusion. Where was Lucy, anyway?
Susan spoke up, "I believe that she and Prince Mihn are on the ballroom balcony."

Jealousy started to press a few buttons in his head. Who the bloody hell did this Mihn think he was, and why was he alone with Lucy?! He did not display this jealousy for it would be rude – and a dead giveaway. He bowed, "Thank you." And headed off to the ballroom balcony.

Tumnus had reached the huge opaque curtains of the ballroom balcony. He could see two shadows standing about two feet apart, which was WAY too close for his comfort. He pulled back the curtain and saw Lucy and what he assumed was Prince Mihn standing in the middle of the balcony facing the sea. He couldn't tell exactly what they were saying, but by Mihn's tone, Tumnus knew that he was trying to sweet-talk Lucy! Mr. Jealousy started pressing Tumnus's buttons just a little harder.
However much he didn't like this Mihn fellow around Lucy, he had to act normal. He didn't like Lucy seeing him anything other than happy.
"Good morning, Lucy!" he called in what he hoped was believable happiness.

She turned to him. "Oh! Good morning Tumnus! This is—"

"I know, Prince Mihn." He gave a nod at the prince, "Good morning."

The prince was so fake! It was just written all over him! Mihn was trying to be Mr. Suave, but Tumnus wasn't buying it. Too bad Lucy didn't seem to notice.

Tumnus walked until he was right in front of Lucy. He hated the fact that he had to look up a foot to see her, but… "I missed you at breakfast, Lucy."

"I'm so sorry! Prince Mihn invited me to get some fresh air since it was a particularly nice morning." Lucy's face turned from smile to "uh-oh," as if she had just realized something. "I was supposed to be at the castle tailor's first thing this morning! If you will excuse me, gentlemen. I must be off. Good-bye, Prince Mihn! See you tonight, Tumnus!"

Tumnus was focused on Prince Mihn, even as he said good-bye to Lucy. He could see that behind that fake smile there were fangs. He didn't like this Mihn one bit. As soon as Lucy left, Mihn's expression changed. The fake-happy smile was replaced with a devilish grin.
Mihn was now bending over to look at Tumnus directly in the eyes. "Well, well. You and Queen Lucy seem rather close."

"Yes. We have been friends since her first trip to Narnia," Tumnus replied. Mihn was now circling him like a vulture.

"Hm. So close of friends that you call each other by first names and no titles? Hm. Seems a little closer than friends to me, Faun." Mihn put a particular emphasis on 'faun.' As if he was trying to say Tumnus was lower than he.
Mihn again was eye-to-eye with Tumnus, "A word of advice, Faun: Stay away from Queen Lucy. She's royalty, and I plan on marrying her." With that, Mihn left.

Tumnus was seriously contemplating on head-butting Mihn over the balcony.

It was almost time for the ball. Tumnus was combing his head of hair for the tenth time. He was straightening his green-velvet scarf for the twentieth time. And, he was smoothing out as much of the body hair he could reach without bending over. He wanted to look his absolute best.
He stared at his face in the mirror. "Well, this is it," he told himself and left the room.

After a few moments of walking, he reached Queen Lucy's room. He knocked and waited. When the door opened, Tumnus could have sworn that an angle dressed in forest green was standing in front of him. "Good evening, Mr. Tumnus." She bowed. He bowed as well, speechless.

They walked down the hallway together silent. Tumnus would look up to see her beauty, but quickly look down for fear she would catch him. They reached the entrance of the ball behind two couples. Apparently, everyone was being announced in. It is traditional for the woman and her escort to lock arms, but because of their height issue, Lucy simply held Tumnus's hand.
His heart was racing. He was touching Lucy. He tried to focus on something else. Tumnus realized that they were dressed in the same color.

"Queen Lucy the Valiant and Tumnus the Faun."

Oh! That was their cue! They graciously walked in with smiles. Greeted by smiles and strange looks. They took their seats close to the head (socially, Tumnus was ONLY there because he was Lucy's escort). King Peter and King… Whatever-his-name-was (Tumnus couldn't remember) both said speeches. He applauded when Lucy did, not being able to focus on anything else.
After a meal with light conversation, that Tumnus mostly stayed out of for fear of embarrassing himself, the dancing began. Just as Tumnus was about to ask Lucy to dance, Mihn approached with his faux-self.
"Hello, Queen Lucy. May I have this dance?"

She was full of smiles, but that was how she was. Always happy and completely naïve. "You shall have to ask my escort, Tumnus."

"Well, Tumnus?"

Tumnus was glaring at Mihn. Earlier notions of balcony diving were starting to resurface. Mihn pulled Tumnus aside. "Excuse us for a moment, Queen Lucy."

They were in a remote corner of the ballroom near the balcony, eye-to-eye again. "Look, Faun. I am going to make Lucy swoon by the end of tonight, so why don't you just bugger off and eat some grass or something."
God, this elf-fish-thing was such a jerk. "Why do you even want Lucy?"

"Power. With my sister Agalia marrying that idiot Edmund, we will havedual control over one fourth of the great land of Narnia. If I just happen to marry that juicy piece of meat over there, my family will have half-dual control of Narnia!"

Tumnus was trying to feel around for something sharp. This bastard was calling Lucy "meat" and insulting her family. But, worse he was referring to Lucy as if she were a pawn.
"So, is that the only reason your sister is marrying King Edmund? Power?"

"No, of course not. That dimwit is marrying for love, but she doesn't realize the big picture. Like I said, creature, go eat some grass. I have some sweeping to do. Who knows, I may actually get some. . . 'Fun' out of this." Mihn started laughing like a child with a new toy as he went back to dance with Lucy.

Tumnus had gone from jealous to angry to 'kill-mode' in less than a minute. Lucy had been called a piece of meet, referred to like a pawn in a twisted power game AND treated like a common whore.

Tumnus slowly bent over, his feet scraping against the floor. He was getting ready to charge. Thankfully, they weren't too far away. Tumnus started sprinting towards the prince. His head made contact with the man's hips and at least cracked them. Mihn fell to the floor in shock. Tumnus was now standing straight up, breathing heavily.

The music and everyone started to quiet down and gaze at the scene. Prince Mihn on the floor. Tumnus enraged. Lucy in the middle completely confused. Everyone was silent awaiting what was to happen. What Tumnus said next could be heard clearly by everyone in the room.
"Don't. You Ever. Lay. Your. Filthy hands ON MY LUCY AGAIN!" Everyone took in a large gasp.

It was that gasp that made Tumnus realize what had just happened, and more importantly, what he just said. He had just. . . Called Lucy his. He was certain that everything was ruined. His friendship with Lucy was shattered. He insulted and injured royalty – even if that royalty didn't deserve to live; his life was in shambles.
He looked from Mihn to Lucy, started slowly backing away and ran off to the balcony. Lucy followed him calling, "Tumnus! Tumnus wait!" The party continued with whispers and lighter music. Peter made sure that NO ONE entered the balcony.

Tumnus picked the farthest bench from the opening as possible and slumped onto it. He held his face in his hands. How could he have done that?! Lucy doesn't love him! She wasn't his. He couldn't believe that he let himself get carried away like that. Still, that bastard did have it coming to him.

Tumnus felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Lucy. Her eyes weren't filled with rage or confusion like he though. They were filled with kindness and something else that he didn't recognize.

"So, I'm your Lucy, am I?"

"I am so sorry, Lucy. I- I didn't mean to say that. I—"

"I know. I understand."

There was another silence between them. "Tumnus, I have something to tell you."

Oh God. This was it. She was going to announce her engagement to someone. She was going to say that she never wanted to see him again or something just as horrible!

"I'm in love with you, Mr. Tumnus. I have been for a very long time."

What? What?! WHAT?! Tumnus was most definitely not expecting that. On the inside, his heart and mind were rejoicing. The impossible was possible. Lucy loved him back.

"Lucy… Lucy, I love you, too. I've always loved you."

She looked at him for the first time since the ball started. "Tumnus…" She was blushing violently and smiling greatly. He wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. "I've been dreaming of this moment," she said.

"I have, also. But, it's not quite complete." He pushed her away just enough to look at her, but not enough to break their embrace. He gently pressed his lips against hers. She returned the kiss.

They finally broke the kiss after Aslan-only-knew-how-long. Lucy started stroking his hair. "Tumnus?"

"Yes, Lucy?"

"I'm so glad that I met you."

"Oh Lucy, you have no idea how happy I am that I met you."

THE END