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Thank you for the reviews, and yes I'm going to keep writing. Although the lines might not be exact to the movie but I'll get it as close as possible.

"We need to find a Narnian, so they can tell us what is going on!" Susan reasoned as they walked down to the beach on the other side to where they appeared.

"Excellent, go ask a tree," Lillian said in a voice that made them wonder if she was joking or if she was serious. "I'm joking, but you said there were dwarfs in Narnia, right?"

"Yeah." Peter said slowly, looking at the girl. They stood on a patch of earth that was half sand and half grass.

"Oh, well, I found one." In answer to their confused looks, Lillian pointed towards the beach were they saw two men lifting a dwarf up from the bottom of their boat.

Quickly, the five ran towards the scene, Susan pulling an arrow out of its holder as she did. When they had the attention of the two men she ordered them to drop the poor dwarf. Not the wisest thing to say seeing as he was suspended over water. They did as she told them to and Peter jumped in the water to get the small man. Susan hit one of the men with an arrow and the other man jumped out of the boat as Edmund jumped in the water.

Peter resurfaced not to long after with the dwarf and Edmund started to struggle with the job of pulling the boat to shore. When placed on the ground and his hands released by Lucy the small man pulled off his gag and spat water out before glaring at Susan.

"Drop him?" he snapped. "That's the best you could have came up with."

"A simple thank you would savvies," Susan informed him, feeling offended he didn't appreciate her help.

"They were doing just fine drowning me without your help!" He pointed to where the man had been.

"Perhaps we should have let them," Peter threatened.

"Peter," scolded Lillian, looking disgusted.

"Why were they trying to kill you, anyway?" Lucy asked.

"They're Telmarines, it's what they do."

"Telmarines? In Narnia?" Edmund looked at the four other humans in shock.

"Where have you been for the last few hundred years?" the dwarf looked at them in confusion.

"That's a bit of a long story," Lucy warned as Susan handed Peter his sword back, something the dwarf noticed.

"You've got to be kidding me! You're it? You're the Kings and Queens of Old?" he asked, not really wanting the answer.

"I'm High King Peter. The Magnificent," Peter introduced, holding his hand out.

The dwarf just looked at it.

"You probably could have left off the last bit," Susan said.

"Probably." The dwarf chuckled.

"You'd be surprised." Peter drew his sword, staring the dwarf down.

"Oh you don't want to be doing that boy," the dwarf warned, looking at the long blade.

"Not me," Peter looked at Edmund. "Him." He handed the Narnian his sword as Edmund drew his own.

The dwarf struggled to lift up the metal that was taller then him. Edmund, thinking it would be easy, smiled at his siblings and friend. Just as he turned his head back to look at his opponent, the man got a surge of strength and attacked him. It seemed the Narnian was winning, he even hit Edmund in the eye and then cheekily asked him if he was alright. Edmund recovered though and got the man on the behind with the flat of his blade. Lillian watched with fright as the rest watched with amusement, they having seen him fight before, unlike her. Suddenly Peter grabbed Lillian's hand and pulled her behind him, not letting go of her hand after. Seconds later Peter's sword went soaring, straight to where Lillian had been moments before.

"Thanks," she whispered to Peter who was smiling at his brother.

"Beards and bedsteads! It looks like that horn worked after all!" the dwarf breathed, Edmund's sword pointed at him and a glare on the young boy's face.

"Horn? What horn?" Susan asked, wondering if it was hers.

Instead of answering he turned his gaze onto Lillian who he had only just noticed, seeing as she had retrieved Peter's sword for him, drawing his attention. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I... I'm Lillian," the girl stuttered. "I'm their neighbour." She looked at Edmund to see his glare and recoiled, making the boy soften his gaze.

"You can't be," he whispered, his eyes wide with amazement as the black-haired boy dropped his sword.

"I am," Lillian assured. "I have been for years."

"Your necklace, it's King Edmund's."

Lillian put a hand over the gold locket around her neck that had been a gift from her grandfather before he died. It was large and old fashioned. It had been her grandmother's. Her grandfather had given it to her when they had first realized he loved her and it had a large topaz on the front with swirls engraved in the gold around the stone. It was the most precious thing she owned so when Edmund was leaving during the war, she told him to look after it for her, and give it back when he came back. "No, it's mine. I gave it to Edmund to look after just before he came into Narnia."

"You're her." The dwarf walked towards the blonde, his eyes never leaving her face.

"I'm who?"

"The Heart of Just. The tales were true," the dwarf told her in ooh.

"But I've never been in Narnia," Lillian told him with a confused smile.

"No, but your name has been, and so has your description. Every Narnian child was told of the Kings and Queens of Old, and the Heart of the Just, the most captivating beauty in any land. By Aslan, it was no lie." The dwarf dropped to his knees, staring at Lillian. "I'm Trumpkin, forgive me for my rudeness."

"You're forgiven," Lillian squeaked, her face red and her eyes wide, not knowing what to do.

"What horn?" Edmund asked in a strong voice, coming to Lillian's rescue.

"Queen Susan's horn, a boy not much older then you lot come riding into the woods, Telmarine soldiers on his tail. I went to take care of the soldiers seeing as the boy was on the ground scared. He blew the horn, he had it with him. After I was captured I found out it was Prince Caspian I saw." Trumpkin explained, dragging his eyes away from Lillian.

"Well can you take us to Prince Caspian?" Susan questioned, putting her bow safely behind her back.

"Yeah, last time I saw him, he was in the Shuddering Forest."

"Good thing Eddie thought to grab the boat, we might need it," Lillian praised, walking over to her friend who was blushing because of what she said.

The six walked over to where he had left the boat and Peter and Susan jumped in easily. Susan then offered a hand to Trumpkin to help him in as Peter did the same to Lillian. Lillian didn't realise that the only reason Edmund happened jumped in was because he wanted to help the blonde into the boat. Instead, he simply helped his little sister before pushing the boat off the shore and jumping in himself.

He sat next to Lillian, facing Peter who was rowing. When he looked at Lillian it was to find her smiling at him. "What?"

"Nothing." She looked away quickly, over the beautifully clear water. "You're, um, going to have to teach me how to use this." Lillian pointed to the sword around her waist that they had found in the chamber.

"I'd rather you never have to use it but okay, I'll teach you when we're on land and stop for the night." Edmund put his arm around her shoulders, letting her lean into him. "You're not going to get sea sick, are you?"

A soft giggle left Lillian. "I hoped not. But if I just ignore the waves I'll be fine. So you have to help distract me."

"Okay, tell me what I write on your back." Edmund moved back slightly so that he could run his finger over Lillian's back. They had played the game since they were young and it had actually helped them to learn how to spell. The first word he wrote was 'cliff'.

"Umm, was it cliff?" Lillian asked, her long, straight hair falling over one shoulder so it didn't get in the way.

"Yeah, try this one!" He wrote 'Narnia' across her back just under her shoulder-blades. When he was done his thumb brushed the bare skin that showed around her loose neckline.

Lillian took a deep breath and turned her head to look at Edmund. "I didn't get that one. I'll pay more attention this time.

Edmund moved some strands of hair off of her back and slowly wrote it again, his finger sliding over the soft fabric of his old shirt gentle. He tried to concentrate on what he was doing as his finger skimmed over the ridges in Lillian's back, made by the many muscles making up its form. He wished he hadn't been awoken to the fact that Lillian was growing into a woman, he had worked so hard in never realizing it and all that effort was lost. He tried to make it a point of looking at the girl the same way he had when they were younger and she used to sneak out of her house after a particularly bad dream and sneak through his window. The girl that had laid down next to him in his bed, with Peter on the other side of the room snoring was his best friend and nothing else. Of course he had known when she started to change but he made a point to not notice. On those many nights she had slept beside him, with his arm draped over her middle he was able to feel the changes but had not wanted to see his best friend in a more then friendly light.

"N," Lillian whispered, her eyes closed. "A. R. N. I. A. Narnia?"

"Yeah, it was."

They kept going with the game as Lucy commented about the trees.

"They're so still."

"What do you except? They're trees," Trumpkin reminded her in a ruff voice.

"They used to dance."

"It wasn't long after you lot left that the Talmerines invaded. Some people fought, but most retreated into the forest, and the trees... they retreated so far into themselves that no ones heard from them since." Trumpkin looked up at the greenery above.

"We didn't mean to leave," Peter told him, rowing the boat.

"It doesn't matter now." Trumpkin turned away from the old memory's and looked at the kids.

"Get us to the Narnian and it will." Peter started rowing more strongly, his jaw set.

As Peter rowed Edmund kept drawing words on Lillian's back. "I didn't get that one," she said as they neared shore. Both she and Edmund spoke in whispers so the others didn't over hear what they said. "Can you do it again?" He did and she closed her eyes, trying to get it. "I. L. O..."

They hit shore and Lillian trailed off, not knowing how it was ended. The group hopped out of the boat and the boys pulled it up onto the sand so it wouldn't sail away. As the boys did this manual labour, Lucy walked off, talking to something.

"Hello there."

"Get back, Your Majesty," Trumpkin demanded, making Lucy look at them.

She turned back to see the bear she was trying to make conversation with charging towards her. Susan drew her bow but was reluctant to release it, hoping the animal would stop on its own, the boys ran to the boat to retrieve their swords as Trumpkin retrieved his bow and arrow. Lillian, however, still had her sword around her waist and she drew it, running forward. Lucy fell on the ground with a scream as the blonde slid on the rocks to come to a rest lying next to her, her sword pointed at the beast.

Just as she went to lunge up at it, the bear stopped. The two girls looked behind them to find that Susan had not shot the arrow, but Trumpkin had. All four of them ran towards the two. Edmund pulled Lillian to her feet and stood in front of her, his sword drawn as he feared the animal getting up and attacking them.

Trumpkin, meanwhile, was drawing a dagger.

"He was wild," Susan stated in shock, "I don't think he could talk at all."

"If you are treated like an animal long enough you will start to believe it," Trumpkin informed her. "I think you will find Narnia a more savage place then you remember." He stabbed the already dead bear, making sure it truly was dead. All five humans flinched at the grotesque display.

Edmund put his sword away and turned, intending to comfort Lillian. What happened, however was that Peter took Lillian's hand and pulled her into his arms. "It's alright. It's dead now." That was the wrong thing to say.

The blonde looked up with a glare, pushing the older boy away. "I know that! I was actually about to kill him as well." She turned and stomped off, her face pale from horror but her cheeks flushed with rage.

"Pete, she's a vegetarian. She hates animals being senselessly killed," Edmund informed his clueless brother before race after his friend. "Lily." She didn't turn. "Lily," he said again in a small sing-song voice. That made her stop, her lips trying to pull into a small smile she fought.

"You know that voice always makes me smile," scolded Lillian.

"I know. That's why I used it." Edmund walked around Lillian to face her and pushed back some of her blonde hair, cupping her cheek. "I know you don't want to harm animals, but I want to thank you for what you were willing to do. You were willing to put everything you believe in behind you to save my sister."

"But I'm a hypocrite!" Lillian whined, dropping her head only Edmund's shoulder. "I looked at the bear like an unsophisticated bean. I have always argued that just because we couldn't understand animals doesn't mean that they are not intelligent in their own way."

"Hey, beautiful, you heard what Trumpkin said, if anyone human or animal is treated like an animal long enough, they start believing it." He kissed her temple as he rubbed her back. He placed his other hand on her lower back and pulled her flush against him. Her body moulded into his perfectly, her heartbeat quickened the moment he had hugged her close and it was hammering against his chest, matching his own so well that he couldn't tell which one was his and which one was hers.

Her hair fell over her shoulder revealing the skin of her neck. He stopped breathing as he looked at it, wondering what Lillian would do if he kissed the soft flesh. Figuring that was not the best idea he decided to talk to her, to distract his thoughts. "You should wear my clothes more often... wait, that came out wrong! I meant that they hang loosely so it almost hangs off one shoulder, that still doesn't sound right." Lillian was giggling in his arms, her body shaking. He took a deep breath and paused for a moment. "You look cute."

"Thank you." She blushed but still smiled from amusement. She quickly leaned forward and kissed his cheek. She had done that before, a friendly peak, like a handshake, but this one was shier then others. "You look cute in anything."

She turned and walked off, her face pink. She went to see how Lucy was as Edmund stood there in a daze, his cheek feeling so hot from her lip that he felt as though he had an imprint of the kiss burnt into his skin. Not that he would have cared.

"Lily, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so insensitive."

Lillian turned, thinking it was Edmund, even though it didn't sound like him. She was therefore surprised when she saw Peter standing there with a guilty expression. "Oh, that's alright, you didn't know... did you just call me Lily?"

"Yeah," Peter confessed before clearing his throat. "I think we should set off. Where's Ed?"

As though knowing they wanted him over with them, the black haired boy started to make his way over, a happy smile on his face. "Hey, Lu, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lucy told him, a small smile on her face. "Thanks to Trumpkin."

The second youngest sibling nodded before slipping his hands around Lillian's waist. She giggled at the contacted, seeing as she was extremely ticklish.

"Oh, did that tickle," asked Edmund, feigning astonishment. He ran his fingers over her middle, making her double over with laughter.

"Eddie, stop!"

"Eddie?"

The four humans looked over to see Trumpkin looking at them in confusion.

"That's my nickname for Edmund. He calls me Lily," explained the blonde as she grabbed her best friend's hands and moving out of his arms.

"Alright, Your Majesties, Just Heart, we should get going, I'll lea..."

"I'll lead the way," Peter cut in, starting to walk off.

"I really wish he would stop calling me 'Just Heart'," mumbled Lillian, walking beside her best friend.

"How about... Banana Peal head?" he suggested, putting his arm around her shoulders. "You know, 'cause your hair is the colour of the inside of a banana peal."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"At least mine lays the way I want it to. Yours is messy as every and you have a cowlick!" Lillian retorted.

"I thought you liked my cowlick." Edmund put on an expression resembling a wounded puppy.

"I love your cowlick."

"Yey." Edmund smacked his lips against Lillian's cheekbone, making her laugh at his behaviour. "I think I was going to cry! If my dear Lily didn't like something about me!"

"I love everything about you, my dear Eddie!" Lillian hugged Edmund's slim waist as they walked, her head resting on his shoulder.

"You know," Edmund started, breaking the silence. "Your hair really does look like the inside of a banana peal... good thing I like bananas."