Okay, thx for the reviews! And the cordial that Lucy used on Tumnus, there's something I didn't explain. When she used it on him, he fainted, he wasn't healed yet. But, if I remember correctly, the more hurt a person is pshisically, the longer it takes to heal. So, I forgot where I heard it from . . . Meph.
Aslan's help
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Tumnus and both Lucy were found, asleep, on the battle field. Oreius carried the faun on the part of him that was horse. Susan carried her younger sister to her tent, tucking her into a nice warm cot. The faun was put in a separate tent, where injured troops were put. His wounds were slowly healing, and in the morning, he awoke, feeling great. The faun sat up, gazing over the sleeping forms of the hurt soldiers. He gazed down at his belly, no marks, and no bleeding wounds.
But where was Lucy? Tumnus fell out of the cot, hitting the ground floor with a loud thump. A once sleeping Cheetah's head poked out from the bed's top, his crystal blue eyes sleepy and plainly looked at him. "Um, hey, would you be a little more quite, eh?" He asked.
"Sorry," whispered Tumnus to the big spotted cat.
The faun silently walked out of the tent of hurt troops, and outside. The sun had just begun to rise, giving the sky hues of pink, blue, and red. Some people were already awake, doing their tasks for their kings and queens. That is when he saw Susan; she was having a conversation to Oreius. He didn't want to bother them, so he waited until she was finished. She smiled, approaching him.
"Hello, Mr. Tumnus," Susan said with a grin.
"Your highness—"
"Please, just Susan."
"Okay, Susan," he corrected himself. Then he began. "Where is Lucy? I wish to see her."
Susan turned to her right, pointing to a red tent next to Aslan's own. "Right over there, I suppose she's now awake."
Tumnus thanked her, and walked off to the tent. He went inside, and saw her sleeping form. He went up to her, she moved a little in her sleep. The faun sat next to her, pushing back a lock of hair. Lucy's skin was so warm to the touch, and his finger tips were so cold. Her eyes opened groggily, and gasped in shock.
"Tumnus!" She cried, hugging him.
He chuckled, holding her back. "Hello, dear heart," he whispered. Tumnus pulled her back, looking at her face. "I'm sorry, I woke you up."
"Oh, Mr. Tumnus," she squealed like a baby girl, "you didn't, I was just resting my eyes." She held him again. "I'm so glad you're okay."
Tumnus smiled, holding her tight to his chest. Lucy yawned, and then outstretched her arms. She was so tired beyond belief, but she was just glad to see her best friend. Now she was hungry. With her and Tumnus locking arms, they both went to the breakfast area. Lucy's siblings were already there, with smiling faces—they welcomed them both.
There were small brown poached eggs resting in a silver cup. Wine, some sort of fish (catfish, perhaps?), and some warm milk lay on a small table that rested on the ground (under a small rise, of course). Pillows were the seats, all lined around the stand. Lucy sat near her faun friend, when she noticed something a little different—his horns were shaved down a bit uneven. She gasped.
"Oh! Mr. Tumnus, what happened to your horns!?" She cried out.
His mouth was at the rip of his tea cup when he looked at her. He blinked, and then nodded his head in recollection. "Ah, yes, the White Witch's lackeys sawed them off," he sighed.
"That's horrible," Peter whispered, placing his cup down.
Lucy reached up to touch his nimble horns. They were rough under her touch, like a jagged saw cut into them. "That horrible Witch," she muttered.
Tumnus smiled, took down her hands and patted them. Later that same day, the Great Lion, Aslan, stalked around the camp. While Lucy was busy healing wounded soldiers in one tent after another, Susan went to Aslan. He gave a lion like smile to her.
"Ah, Queen Susan," he said, "what do you wish to see me about?"
"I saw some troops on the battle field yesterday," she said to him. "May we go help them?"
The Great Lion shook his mane. "Yes, let's go," Aslan stated.
Aslan and the to-be-Queen Susan went out onto the field, and Susan directed him to a stone Wolf. It was one of the rare Wolves that were on the side of Peter. He looked as if he was going to pounce, teethed bared out, lashing and deadly. The golden Lion breathed on the Wolf, stone becoming live hair and fur. Then he stumbled out of his stone body, becoming alive once more.
"Oh, hail the great Aslan," the Wolf murmured, slurring a bit. "Oh, how I am so grateful to see your presence." He gave the Lion a bow.
Aslan gave a nod, as the wolf walked sluggishly to the camp, tripping over his paws quite a bit. Susan chuckled a bit; the poor thing seemed drunk or tired. Next was a centaur, holding his sword, raised up in a powerful stance. The Lion breathed on him, the creature becoming a living being again.
"Susan," began Aslan, "we are soon to have the ceremony for you and your siblings' shall become kings and queens."
Susan nodded, helping a faun who was stone not too long ago. He thanked her, bowed, and stumbled his way to the camp. "Yes, that is what I last heard," she remarked to Aslan. "I hope that I'll be a great queen."
Aslan chuckled to himself. "Ah, Susan, you will be great—all of you will," he said. "Now, we must go back to the Witch's castle. I don't know if I got everyone."
A pool of warm water surrounded the former castle of the White Witch. The only things that were left were metal, some clothing, and weapons. Susan was to search the left side of the castle, as Aslan was to search at the right side. Susan did find one faun, a female centaur, and a few wolves, bears, and monkeys. They were restored to their normal state. Then they split up, searching, and after a few hours, they left the slush ice castle.
They went back to the campgrounds, where they saw Lucy heal some soldiers with her cordial. One faun trooper was injured, his leg still bleeding. Lucy helped a nurse centaur wrap his goat leg in a warm wet cloth. Next to his cot was a table, that had two gold tips laying there. Lucy gazed at them, and the faun said, "What is it, my queen?"
She looked at him. His right eye was a purple-blue colour, one of his ears ripped, and his face was red. Lucy smiled. "What are these?" She asked him, pointing at the gold-things.
"Those are horn tip covers," he answered, "my queen. They cover faun's horns. You want 'em? You can have 'em."
"Oh, but sir!"
"Ah, go on," he said. "I've got about three sets of 'em. And you helped me, go on, take 'em. I won't mind."
Mr. Tumnus had lost the tips of his horns to the Witch, these golden tips he just may like. Lucy thanked the faun, shaking his hand (which left him confused by the gesture), and left the tent. She could just give them to him now, or she could surprise him with the gift at the ceremony. Then it was done, she would send him startle him with the gift.
