Disclaimers: See Prologue for more info.
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Frodo slowed to a halt. There Caspian was staring at the etchings of the Kings and Queens of Narnia. The hobbit hesitated. Was now the best time to mend ways? Surely, the prince needed time to think.
All right. Enough was enough.
"Caspian, I thought… maybe if you thought about it…." No. That wasn't working either. At least, he had Caspian's attention.
"What is it?" Caspian asked, concerned. "If this is about Peter, I was right that the army should have stayed here." He spoke with such venom. "None of this would have ever happened. The Narnians would be fine. And you knew that."
"Last I recall, I wasn't involved in that raid." Frodo answered, also a little venomous. "I stayed because I don't know how to fight, not in a real battle. I don't have the training for it. If I'm going to be any help, I suggest seeking out Aslan. We need him."
"What brought this about?" Caspian asked, curiously.
"Lucy." Frodo said, calmly. "We've been discussing matters."
"I see." He smirked. "Are you fond of her? You know she's a child."
"As are you, as am I. I'm not of age, not yet," the hobbit admitted, nodding.
"I understand." Caspian said, grasping his shoulder. "I wish you all the best."
Frodo shrugged. "There isn't that much to say. I…."
He was interrupted by another voice. The black-haired dwarf named Nikabrik took the lead this time. What did he want, especially with Caspian? Something wasn't right about him, but Frodo couldn't just leave Caspian to the dwarf. Not when Nikabrik had something evil resting on his shoulders.
"Don't listen to him, Caspian!" Frodo spoke his reasons. "He doesn't understand. What can he do?" He turned to the dwarf. "Right Nikabrik?"
"I suppose you think it wise to question Aslan's reign now." Nikabrik answered with fury.
"No!" Frodo inquired. "No, I don't! I think that Aslan…"
"Do you really think that he'll save us?" Nikabrik continued with ease. "I can assure you that those kings and queens, and this Halfling, won't save us." He looked up at Caspian, a wicked smile on his face. "But if you really want someone who'll help stop Miraz and his soldiers, then I know just the person."
"Who?" Caspian asked, intrigued.
"Caspian!" Frodo shook his head. "Seek reason before you do this."
"Seek reason?" Caspian turned to him. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't call you. That horn, Susan's horn, works wonders."
"Susan's horn?" Frodo asked, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Come with me." Nikabrik spoke quickly, leading the way.
Frodo's words faded. This was ridiculous! Was Caspian really going to listen to this dwarf? And what did Susan's horn have to do with the wardrobe? Was there something connected between the two objects? Did he miss something?
Still, he followed Caspian and Nikabrik to the Stone Table. So far, there wasn't anything to see but the burning flames and the etchings. Frodo huffed. What were they getting out from this? What… oh wait. There was something coming. Someone no doubt.
The breath was heavy and coarse. Something moved in, wearing a hood and covered in fur. Frodo pulled out his dagger, defending Caspian. As he moved a little towards the long stone basin, another creature showed up. A hag with a beak like nose. No. They were a werewolf and a hag, drawing a circle around Caspian.
Wait! Why was he moving away from the spot? Why was he? There was a stabbing into the stone. A chill grew in the air. The air turned blue and cold. Frodo returned his gaze to the stone arch. Instead of seeing Aslan, there was an ice wall in front and a woman in white appearing through the glass.
"Wait." Frodo spoke, understanding. "This is the White Witch." He understood. "Caspian, don't listen to her!"
The werewolf charged towards him, shoving him off into the corner. Frodo slammed towards the cold, stony ground, ready to attack the werewolf. He jabbed, hoping to wound the creature. At first, he missed. The second time, he didn't miss. The werewolf howled. He smiled a little, grateful the werewolf wasn't attacking him. He rushed towards Caspian, who now inched closer to the hand that appeared out of the ice wall. He couldn't let him touch her!
Frodo grunted loudly. The werewolf was off him. Edmund attacked the werewolf, smacking him in the face with his sword. The hobbit looked around. There was Lucy being attacked by Nikabrik. He reached towards her as she fell, rested beside her. He returned his gaze to the black-haired dwarf as he went down by Trumpkin's blade. Nikabrik passed away.
With another swing of a sword, the White Witch was gone, the spell broken. The ice wall shattered before their eyes, returning the room to a warm glow and the Lion's face appearing in place of the ice wall.
Frodo heaved a sigh of relief, glad the battle was over. But another battle wasn't over. Edmund grabbed him, pulling him off to the side. It was clear the boy was angry.
"What did you do?" Edmund asked, tersely. "What did you say to him, to Caspian?!"
"Nothing!" Frodo cried, doing his best to be honest. "The wall was there. Caspian…" he tried again, "…I wanted to help Caspian, but Nikabrik got involved, dragged him down here. I tried to stop him. I tried to stop the dwarf." He shrugged. "What more do you ask me to do?"
Edmund paused. "Just be careful." Before Frodo could say two more words, Edmund walked away, back to Lucy. Frodo looked again at Peter and Caspian, who were back on speaking terms. Great. Another thing he almost screwed up. What was he to do now?
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