Disclaimers: See Prologue for more info.

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Frodo sat in one corner, next to the Stone Table. Peter and Lucy were there as well. He hardly paid them much attention, let alone thinking of anyone except the Lion etched on the stone wall. If only there was a chance he could see the Lion, just to get a glimpse of him and maybe tell Sam about him. If that was even possible.

"Why couldn't I have seen him?" Peter asked his sister.

Frodo overheard. Then again, he had to agree. They'd been talking about Aslan, and yet they hadn't seen him. Maybe, just maybe, they were bluffing about the whole thing. But no! Why would he think that? He returned his gaze to the lion etching. Maybe it was a mistake.

His mind returned to the present with Edmund's words. Something was going on outside. In haste, he followed the others up a flight of stairs and out onto the green grassy ledge. There they were; Miraz's army with a good amount of trebuchets. Frodo stared at the devices in angst. Great. Now what were they supposed to do?

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"You're planning on sending a little girl and two Halflings out into the wilderness?" Trumpkin asked, the moment they were back at the Stone Table. In a fierce debate, it was agreed by the Pevensies that Lucy, Frodo and Sam head out in search of Aslan. The only one who objected was the dwarf, who was most concerned about their safety.

"I want to see Aslan." Sam admitted, concerned. "Besides, I'll take care of Frodo."

"I know you will, Sam." Frodo said with ease. "You always do."

"You're risking your necks to find somebody who doesn't exist." Trumpkin added, concerned. He turned to Lucy. "I'm coming with you."

"No. You need to stay here." Lucy told him, softly.

"If we're ready, then we need to move." Caspian said to the others. He turned to Frodo and Sam. "We have ponies for you both. Narnian ponies. They'll serve you well."

"Right." Frodo said, following the prince down a few tunnels. "Just bring me to him."

"It's a she." Caspian said, leading him to a pony with a fierce heart. "Her name's Mistie. She's a good steed. She travels swiftly through any wilderness."

"I won't buck you, Halfling," Mistie spoke aloud in a lightened voice.

"What's my horse's name?" Sam asked, petting his painted steed.

"Reginald." The pony answered, gruffly.

"Good luck." Caspian told the two hobbits, before approaching Susan and Lucy. Frodo gazed at the three. There was a white horn with a lion's head at one end. Susan's horn. Caspian wanted Susan to have it back, only she wouldn't take it back. Frodo's eyes widened at the gesture. It was clear Caspian cared for her. No matter what. Still, Frodo was a bit more concerned that Lucy was doing all right.

"Right. Let's go." Frodo said, as Mistie charged out of the tunnel after Susan and Lucy. He looked back once, only to see Sam joining him on Reginald.

They were on their way to meet Aslan. Frodo hoped they weren't too late.

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They were a quarter of the way into the woods when Susan dismounted, leaving Lucy with the horse and the way to Aslan. Frodo didn't take chances, leading Lucy as best he could away from the scene.

"Come on! Lucy." Frodo called to her as best he could. Eventually, she followed him.

It was a race against time. Frodo couldn't risk stopping, not for anything. Good thing the horseback riding lessons came in handy, or he didn't know how he would be able to ride for this great a distance without stopping. He wasn't alone. Sam charged alongside him. They were three riders without much of a destination, except to find the Lion.

Would they succeed or would they fail? To be honest, Frodo didn't know which way it was or what might come around the next bend.

They continued riding. The horse and ponies lead the charge.

"Come on!" Mistie bucked a little.

"Whoa!" Frodo nearly fell off the pony. He gripped the reins and the saddle tightly. He had this. He needed to push up. He swung over eventually, fortunate to find a spot on the saddle for his hairy foot to rest. He was back on the pony in no time.

An arrow flung his way, smacking into the saddle. Frodo nearly fell on the other side, if it weren't for Sam's hand pulling him back onto Mistie's saddle. This was getting intense. Where was Aslan? Where was that Lion?

Frodo caught a glimpse of a brownish-gold animal. A cat. A large cat charging towards them. They needed to stay on the path. They needed to… the lion roared, causing Mistie, Reginald, and Caspian's horse to buck back on their hind legs, forcing Frodo, Sam and Lucy to collapse on the earthy ground. Mistie and Reginald stayed back a little, but Caspian's horse bolted.

Frodo looked at the lion in terror. Was it going to eat them? No, it wasn't. Instead, the lion roared, leaping into the air and attacking the soldier behind them. Frodo stood up, being cautious to follow Lucy and Sam towards the beast. They inched closer to the creature. The lion had already killed the soldier. It turned around, staring at the trio with wide, happy eyes. No. It couldn't be.

"Aslan!" Lucy charged towards the Lion, recognizing him. Frodo's eyebrows raised in shock and amusement. He supposed it was safe now. Cautiously, the hobbit joined Lucy and Sam before the Great Lion.

"Well, look at what we have here!" Aslan chimed in delight. "Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee. I see you fell through the Second Wardrobe after all."

"You knew about the wardrobe?" Frodo asked, amazed and awed by this Lion.

"Yes. I knew you'd come. One day," Aslan answered, smiling.

"Why did Sam and I come? What is the point?" Frodo asked, curious and concerned.

The Lion's smile faded. "Because the time for you two to be here has come. The wardrobe will only answer to the bravest of hearts and your hearts are brave enough."

"We didn't mean to startle you. We…." Sam's voice faded. Frodo sighed. He would get the hang of speaking his mind soon enough.

"Sam." Frodo spoke, concerned for his friend.

"Well, if you both need anything, I am here." Aslan said to the two hobbits. He changed the subject on the trio. "I think it is time now that your friends wake up. Don't you think, Lucy?"

"Yes. I do indeed." Lucy said with a warm smile.

Frodo stood up at the same time as the others. He looked up and around as the trees came to life at Aslan's roar. The wind billowed, sending a great ripple throughout the forest. Something happened next, something the hobbit did not expect: the trees moved, come to life. His mouth gaped open at the sight of the forest stretching its roots. It was awesome to see. Maybe someday, he would meet talking trees, trees that moved throughout Middle-earth. If that was possible.

For now, he followed Lucy, Sam and Aslan back to the wooden bridge, where the Telmarine army awaited them. Aslan bellowed another great roar, sending ripples on the waters of Beruna. A great watery figure rose up, swallowing the soldiers and ending the reign of the current king.

It was over. The Battle for Beruna was done. Now was the time for the Narnians and the Telmarines to make peace.

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