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"Do you really think we're in Narnia?" Susan murmured.
"Really the only way to know that is to ask someone." Edmund stated. "There's bound to be somebody living in that mansion." Peter absentmindedly nodded but neither made a move to carry out the suggestion.
Susan interjected, "We can't just walk into someone's home. Besides our main goal should be finding Lucy. Not finding out where we are."
Peter who had stayed quiet, slightly broke out of his trance, "Well, what do you think she would do?"
"What do you mean?" Susan inquired turning to look at him.
He, however, remained staring down into the valley, "If she was here right now, what would she do? Would she wait here or explore down there?"
Susan sighed and looked back to the mansion, "She'd go down."
"Well then it's settled." Edmund chimed in, officially breaking everyone away from their numb trance. "Come on. We don't want to keep her waiting too long."
With silent agreement they started down the narrow path to the mansion, and as they walked they noticed that the mansion itself seemed intertwined with nature. With the waterfalls weaving in and around the different buildings and the stone walls connecting with the ground in a seamless masterpiece.
All around them were giant trees and in their branches were birds that sang beautiful melodies. The valley itself seemed untouched by the decay of time and completely magical.
They were so caught up in the beauty of the place that the barely noticed they had come to a front door of sorts. It was more or less a long stairway that led into the house.
At the foot of the stair stood Edmund, Susan, and Peter on a stone plateau where a much broader and well kept path (than they had traveled on) broke off and stretched alongside the cliff and around the bend out of sight.
"Mae govannen."
The voice started them and they turned to see a very tall man clad in a green robe standing at the foot of the stairs. He had pale flawless skin, long black hair, and a silver circlet on his brow; stranger still, he had pointed ears. To say the least, he looked very unnatural to the Pevensies.
He smiled a bit, "My apologies. I did not mean to startle you. I am Lindir. My lord sent me to welcome you into Rivendel."
Peter smiled back, "I'm Peter, and this is my sister Susan and my brother Edmund. Thank you for your welcome but..."
Lindir tilted his head a bit, his expression unreadable, "But?"
"We're looking for our sister, Lucy." Susan supplied. "Do you know if she's here?"
"No, I am afraid that she is not."
The three sibling's hopes sank at his words.
"But, maybe you will find that wise council will help find, what you cannot." he quickly supplied.
Edmund sighed, "That would be appreciated right now."
Lindir smiled again, "Then follow me. The lord of this house, Elrond half-elven has already requested to speak with you."
He turned and walked gracefully up the stairs, the Pevensies close behind.
They passed through several passages and turned many corners before entering an elaborate study. In the middle of which was a tall man with the same straight black hair as Lindir, but he carried more of a sense of wisdom and authority in his posture and stance.
He looked up from the book in his hands when they walked into the room. Lindir put his hand over his heart and walked out of the room.
Elrond's stormy grey eyes studied them for a while before he opened his mouth to speak.
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When Lucy arrived at the end of the tunnel she soon found herself in a dense forest.
"Everyone! Look what I foun..." her voice was cut short when she turned around to find, not the entrance to the cave, but more forest.
"Peter? Edmund? Susan!" She called into the wood.
"Oh will that human ever cut out her racket? It's going to get to be where no one has piece around her what with all the hunters that come through from their villages in Mirkwood. Now little girls are running rampant screaming out names! What will I hear next!"
The small and very irritated voice surprised Lucy. She looked everywhere for it's owner but no matter where she looked whether it be on the ground or in the tree tops she couldn't find it. Finally she spotted a squirrel sitting on a high up branch. It was muttering to itself while picking nuts and tossing the inedible ones aside.
"Excuse me, Mr Squirrel. May I talk to you for a minute." Lucy called up to him.
He immediately looked down and scurried out to the end of the branch bending it down somewhat because of his weight, "Well, isn't this a sight. A human girl trying to talk to a squirrel."
He tilted his head to the side and twitched his tail, "You probably can't understand me can you, silly girl?"
He was about to scurry away when Lucy spoke again, quite confused, "I can understand you quite well. Why wouldn't I?"
The squirrel halted in its tracks, and turned around; twitching its tail even more, "Well... because humans speaking any form of animal tong is practically unheard of!"
Lucy crossed her arms, "How is that? You're a Narnian aren't you?"
He drew back in slight disgust, "I am not! This is Middle Earth, and I... am a wood squirrel."
Lucy sighed and uncrossed her arms, "Then do you know how I might get to Narnia?"
The squirrel picked another nut from the tree and started to examine it, "I wouldn't know. Hardly anyone does anymore." He tossed away the nut and picked another, "You could try asking Beorn, but he doesn't like uninvited guests."
She tilted her head to the side, "Where does he live?"
He had already gone through several nuts and was looking over another when he answered, his tail still flicking from time to time, "In a cottage down that way." He gestured by tossing a nut, then picked up another finally starting to be satisfied with the one he had chosen, "You can't miss it."
Lucy was about to thank him when he placed the nut inside his mouth, "Now if you'll excuse me,... I have nuts to bury for winter!" With that he scurried away out of sight.
"Thank you for your help!" Lucy called out after his retreating form.
She sighed again and started to walk in the direction the squirrel had thrown his nut. What a strange little creature! She thought.
She skirted brambles and ducked under many low hanging branches before she came to the edge of the forest.
There in a yellow field stood an elaborate cabin. The warm tones of the flowers and life of the bees flying about contrasted greatly with the blue mountains in the far off distance.
To the right of the cabin were black and white spotted horses. One of which spotted her and immediately trotted off behind the house. Lucy decided to follow so she hurried down the small hill to and around the cabin where she saw a very tall and burly man speaking with the horse.
He looked in her direction, "Who might you be?"
Lucy smile and stepped forward, and stuck out her hand for a hand shake, "Lucy. Lucy Pevensie."
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