Summary : Lucy and Tumnus have a secret to keep from the world, but to them it's a joyous one.
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Secret Little Tune
The morning was cool, and the haze of pollen floating through the air was visible accross the lands. Spring in Narnia was always beautiful, and Lucy loved the season most of all.
Usually she would be in her home, with Tumnus by her side, but today she was in his home deep in the forest, at the entrace of his cavern.
Her head was light and her body was sore, but she was happy, and she had moved outside to catch fresh air as the sun rose.
She heard him behind her and turned to see him, smiling, arms reaching out.
"She's beautiful, darling."
Lucy nodded, touching her still tender abdomen and then rubbing her lower back, "It still hurts a bit."
"It will get better, I'm sure."
Tumnus took her hand and led her back inside, back into his room where the baby lay on her belly in the center of his bed. It was a little satyr, the love children of fauns and humans, more human than goat at this point, lacking her father's hooves or ears.
"They can't know." Lucy said, shaking her head, "My brothers and sister, they can't know. The kingdom can't know. It would be a scandal."
Tumnus nodded, "Then they won't. I'll take care of her. She'll stay here."
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It was by luck Lucy had been able to keep it a secret, and now, three years later, a secret it was still.
Tumnus, the beloved family friend, always came around as he usually did, still inseperable from his Lucy, but the others didn't notice all the times Lucy would slip off.
It was strange having a family, for she was merely twenty five years of age at this point. Their daughter knew her not as mother but simply as Lucy, or sometimes Queen Lucy when the little girl became aware of Lucy's status.
A lot of times she would call her Father's Woman, but in her tiny, unpracticed voice so it sounded more like Fader's Momam - Obviously the girl could tell the two were amorous.
On lazy afternoons they all would trek around the forest, searching for wildflowers and saplings and playing games.
The girl was growing quickly, and when she wore the dresses Lucy brought for her, you could only see her human feet and would assume she was a human girl. Of course, she usually ripped them by tripping over them, and so they all were eventually cut at the knees and one could see her furred legs.
Her hair had been nearly blonde as a small baby, but now it was dark like her parents' hair. Lucy was happy she had her father's eyes. Big, glossy eyes that had so much emotion in them - so much of her father in them.
She would watch the tiny girl crawling on the large rocks that sat not too deep in the forest, somewhat like a shrine. While it hurt her that she couldn't claim her child, she was happy to at least see her grow up with Tumnus at her side.
Sometimes when their daughter was off playing with other children, when they knew she was safe off having adventures, they would slip back home and make love as long as they could.
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The little satyr was five years old, bright eyed, smart, and quite sympathetic just as her father.
It had been a day that Lucy had visited, they had taken a walk through the forest as usual and went home to have some tea. Lucy had to leave early this day, for tomorrow she was off to find the White Stag.
It was that night and they were eating supper, when between mouthfuls she took the time to ask, "Father, is the Queen my mother?"
Tumnus almost choked on his food.
"What makes you say that, Ofelia?"
"Well, you never told me who my mother was. And.. Well, Lucy comes and does mother things with me. So does that make her my mother?"
Tumnus sighed, not sure how to handle this. She was, after all, their little secret.
"My darling, would you like her to be your mother?"
"Oh very much! She's so nice and I've known her all my life. She visits us at least once a week."
"Then I guess she's your mother, isn't she?" Tumnus said.
"Oh good!" she said, "I'm so glad to have a mother now."
They went on eating their desserts in silence until a new thought dawned on her.
"Father, does that make me a princess?"
Tumnus shrugged, "I would suppose so."
He'd never taken the time to think of his child as a princess, as royalty, as an heir to a throne - but she was. This thought made him oddly happy.
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It had been months since Lucy had vanished. Back to the land of Spare Oom, no doubt, and she'd gone back with her siblings, too.
Oh well, she must miss home, he thought sadly, but she'll return. I know she will.
His daughter had taken the absence quite hard, after gaining a mother she'd lost her so quickly.
Sometimes they'd be outside and a familiar scent would remind them of her, and so she'd say, "Father, I miss Lucy so much. When shall she return?"
"Soon, darling, soon." he would say, patting her on the head.
The night was cold and he was particularly missing her tonight. It was late and Ofelia was up much past her bed time, and so he ushered her into her tiny room to put her to bed.
"I can't sleep, Father." she said, "Play me a lullaby."
"A lullaby? Sure I will, but I don't have my flute with me."
"Here you go," she said, and reached into her bedside table, pulling out a flute that had been painted black and plated with gold.
"Ofelia, what's that?"
She held up a flute to her father.
Tumnus took it, and looked it over, "This? This was grandfather's." he said, remembering how his own father would play him tunes before bed.
"Play me something, Father." she said, smiling up at him.
He patted her head, "Of course dear."
Before he began he stopped and looked down at her, "This is a special song." he said, "I played it for your mother when we first met years ago. She loved it. She always wanted me to play it for her. It was her secret little tune, I only ever played it for her. But it's your song now."
"My mother? Do you mean my real mother, or Lucy?"
Tumnus paused, "Your real mother."
She nodded and laid back, awaiting the song.
Tumnus began to play, the familiar notes flowing, lulling her away to sleep. Within minutes, she slept soundly, but he continued anyway, the song reminding him of his love.
Even now, at least he had that to remind him of her when he was feeling lonely. For now, they just had to wait until she decided to return.
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Yes, I just had to reference Pan's Labyrinth!
A/N : I wrote this because I wanted Tumnus to have a piece of Lucy with him after she was gone. I wouldn't like to imagine him being lonely.
Sad to think once Lucy returned both her child and lover were dead, but I'd like to think she became the matriarch of a long line afterwards. I had to take some liberties concerning Narnian genetics here obviously : p - a human and faun make a satyr, that would make the most sense - afterall, I figure since fauns are part human they must share enough chromosomes with homo sapiens to mate.