Narnia Elf Princess
I'm so sorry for the long wait of the Narnia elf Princess. I know I said in a few days I'll type this story however Writers block. YES! I admitted I had writer block for this story so I went to my other story "Lycaon Dusk" that I written before NEP so bear with me. So let this story begin on a time skip."
Also Happy New Years!
Chapter 12
Two years later.
Everyone gathered around the council room do discuss plan of alliances. The first year after coronation was the alliance of Archenland which was easy to compromise with King Lune under marriages between our family of Aunt Ryuelly and Lord John Duke of Archenland from long ago. It surprised me that there were a few Elandili (half-elf) that live; though immortal they may be they chose of human life or lived longer for two or so century to be with love one until they die. However none of them were blood related for the Cala'quessir elandili duchess vanished two hundred years before Jadis took rein. There are time's I wished I had my memories.
Calermene Empire however was difficult to peruse in an alliance. When Chronos and I went there last summer which we regretted though Arabian they seem though taught they were descendents of exile Archenlaneds who displease Aslan. Just remembering how cruel they were to their slaves and animals.
It was our first week in Tashbaan the capital of Calromen as the Tarkaan (king) Kidrash showed Chronos and I around the market place amazed by their culture that I bought countless souvenirs for the Pevensie but was hot here in the summer, that I wore their clothing that of a harem. Until we discover they held a slave trade it was barbaric to see woman and children being sold as concubines. I remember what I said to Tarkaan Kidrash. When I interrupted the bidding;
In result being spit at my foot and a marriage alliance to one of Kidrash eldest son; though refused under elf law and left immediately they do not deserve Narnian truth which the Pevensie's agree but I regretted not saving those woman and children. However even though I saved lives of others a misunderstanding lead to ones death; by the blade I process leading two orphans though taking liberty on guardian ship on the poor souls children.
So sitting at the round table, Peter and Edmund in their thrones as Chronos laid a map of the eastern waters. Pointing at scattered islands as a small cursive print read: the lone Islands.
"Here is the lone Island your grace, as high king you are emperor to these lands. However having not contact to them may leads to suspisess. I believe we should have a campaign there, too announced that Jadis is gone and a new era has begun." Chronos announced.
Peter rubbed his chin "If so who would go . . . . Ed?"
"I don't mind going though; I don't believe they'll trust so easily. Chronos and Gwen would you join me on this quest?" Edmund said.
"I would go," Chronos agreed.
"So shall I, if the Seer of Narnia came would lead to believe hope has come." I said.
"Are you sure?" Peter asked voice strain, "Your last travel wasn't as appealing as Archenland."
"Yes Sire, Tis hope Narnia held over the hundred years. If knowing that the Cala'quessir (high-elf), are existent and live on," I said.
Peter sigh, it was hard on both of us these past two years living in Narnia, we were dating for six months after the coronation but when Autumn came; time's were getting rough on our duties he was high King while I was Tarran, seer of Narnia and Senator, if not Aslan Knight. So we ended our relationship though there are times Peter would suitor me on rare occasion as we held some infatuation upon each other. We stood by one another in many things from battles, to balls, to diplomatic meeting, we were there together.
"Very well, when shall you leave?" Peter asked.
"By the following week, enough time to prepare a ship and crew. And if we do it in the spring and summer it gives us an advantage especially for the summer soloist." Edmund said that I smiled for a fifteen year old he was more mature of a lawyer in England.
I scowled at that thought remembering my old life as Gwen Kirks the Professor adopted daughter. Once the meeting was adjourned I excused myself and attended the gardens alone. Two years, since we went through the wardrobe. Oh, how I miss my father so, the professor taught me everything in my second life, my education preceded more of a freshmen scholar than a sophomore student in high school. He taught me archery, medicine, the Greek society of battle comeback anything I could ever recall and yet I haven't seen him. I wonder does he miss me, have he made a alibi of our disappearance mine would probably be sent to some all girls boarding school; but the Pevensies don't have one including their mother Helen she must be worry sick.
I sigh till a smiled curled my lip. Mrs. Macready how is she as well? Our relationship was that of an aunt and niece. Sure she can be serious and strict but she taught me how to be a lady, how to sing and cross stitch. Also Ivy and Betty how are they probably bored without me to tease or have sister moments, closing my eyes and thinking of them in attempt to use my seer powers to see them, except when I do I get the same picture. Professor Kirk, by the spare room door, Mrs. Macready angry by the fallen armor in the library, Ivy tending the garden and Betty in the kitchen making tonight dinner. The same picture over and over not movement or sound.
I sigh and lean against the balcony rail staring into the eastern water, to hear the ocean and smell the salt air. The sea call's to me in a faint song. Though long to sail past the Teribethia it was not time yet to sail to another country of paradise that of Nirvana. It was not Valinor who rings such desire to sail west of heaven. No it was my true king's country that of the soil who shadow cast upon these land.
"Not yet, I am not ready for an end," Closing my eyes with a deep breath, "But in time you will come to me and take me to your country; where I shall reunite with my family."
"Who are you talking too?" asked a twelve year old Lucy as she joined me to watch the sunset.
"Too myself Astalderea," Patting her head, she giggled in awe at her given Elven name. It meant Valiant ones for she was the Valiant. If any braver and she would become a lioness.
"Is it true, you're going away again?" She said as she hugged me for dear life staining my gown with tears. "Please don't go; I'll miss you."
Sighing again I knelt down to her height wiping a tear away, "Astalderea, I must go and reunite our brethren in the east that linger in your seas in which your brother is emperor of. Can you be a good girl and behave and I promise as soon as I come back will go horseback riding and I'll take you to anywhere you like."
"Can we have a picnic with Dustan and Fatin?" She asked.
"Mae Astalderea, Ae anirach." (Yes valiant one, if you wish) I murmured kissing her forehead, then stood taking her hand and headed for the kitchen for a nice cup of hot chocolate. A little secret we have between us when one is down.
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A week gone by as everyone prepare for our departure on the Elear (visionary) the fastest ship of the western coastal shore from the northern mountain down to Calormen dessert shore. I stood next to Chronos going through cargo chart the last time. While Edmund made his final good bye for the campaigned may last half a year.
"Excited to see Essassesss (lone Islands) sister?" Chronos asked.
"Yes, it would be great to travel the seas again." Staring to the east.
"I can hear it as well Sister, the mermaid's choir that join the heaven music. But tis not the time wait until Aslan announced that our duty is done." Chronos whisper, wrapping his arm around my shoulder leaning closer to whisper a joke in my ear, instantly I burst laughing to such nonsense smacking his chest.
"You mean we actually buried Adar leg in sand and form it into a tail?"
"Mae and he chased us around the beach till he trip into the water."
"Gwen," turning around to face two children a young boy of ten and a girl of five. The two souls I took under my wing to pay a burden debt. Dustan and Fatin of Calormen. Children of Ali as the held their father's appearance; of olive skin, long black hair and so forth (of the humans of the south.)
"Please don't go Gwen," Fatin pleaded grabbing my leg.
I sighed kneeling down petting her braided hair. "I must go my little princess. For our brethren must know the truth. I promise I'll be back before Christmas. And when I do return I'll take you and Dustan and Lucy on a picnic. Can you be a good girl and behave, listen to your brother and Sir Tumnus on your studies?"
Fatin Nodded squeezing her doll; Standing up before kissing her brow then faced Dustan. He stood at attention with pride. "Now you sir Dustan take liberty in protecting your sister and Narnia as well focus on your studies?"
"Mae Tarran," (Yes Princess) Dustan said in my native tongue bowing to his knees. It wonder's me in why he doesn't hate or loathes my existence or set forth revenge. But accepts me, as his owe friend. Maybe because he alone with Chronos and I know the truth of his father's murder.
"Rise sir Dustan, and protect forth." I said with pride.
Dustan rose, suddenly gave me a hug. I hug back knowing I'll miss them so much. Once with goodbye, Mrs. Beaver and Willow took them back to the castle in preparation of their studies. I sigh, scratching my ear.
"Chronos, Gwen are you ready?" Edmund yelled now aboard deck by the wheel.
"Yes Ed, but don't think you're steering the ship cause I wage long hours increasing this ship." Chronos bellowed out bowing to the Pevensie's then ran up the ramp.
We chuckled in amusement how they bickered. Then turn to face them giving the last good bye, hugging Susan. She wished me luck and be safe. Then Lucy promising her to see mother willow and finally stood in front of Peter. I bit my lip before I could say anything I was embraced in strong arms.
"Please be safe and come back soon," His whispered in my ear his hot breath huffed over making me shivers. Pulling back we smiled though his eyes sparkled by the morning sun that read some emotion I couldn't comprehend. Not to make thinkg difficult I nodded and ran up the ramp on deck as two fauns pull it up.
"Raise anchor, mend the sails" Chronos exclaimed the command as the crew follow orders I joined him by the stern watching straight ahead to the east Edmund on his other side.
"So what lies before us?" He asked.
"The unknown, but far out to adventure," Chronos said smiled, "In due time, we'll see what lye long but now we shall head to the lone islands."
During the week we stayed on deck straight ahead to our destination. Chronos amused in teaching Edmund to sail and learn to fight the elvish ways of the sword. I smiled and watch from the crow's nest looking straight ahead for any sign of land or ships or storms. Until spotting deep clouds that held green mist. A negative aura spread upon deck that of evil.
"Chronos, to the north what is that?" I exclaimed.
Everyone looked to the left to see the green, mist. Chronos shook his head in displace. "Dark magic, Gwen come down now, everyone keep forth on sails and steady forth."
Grabbing a rope I jumped down next to him. "I sense it what is it other than black magic."
"Evil, however it shows no threat but we need to be watchful tonight." Chronos said as he removed his glove to show his ring similar to my own but more masculine as he told me to bear my Edwin pin and chant the spell of light.
"Aiya pin Elenion Ancalima!" A small ray of light seep through straight at the mist a hiss was heard before it faded away into the wind. It would be a long time for sure however would any of us be alive when it comes?
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"Edmund, I can't believe you got us lost, on one of the small islands of Doorn." I muttered as we stopped at two rocks, we past about five times. Why oh why did Chronos persuade me in distracting this boy if he doesn't listen.
'Go explore the island he said, you might have some fun he said, for god sake get this Edan (human) off my back. I'm losing marbles if not grow grey hair. Though I would like to see him try and age he's been stuck as a twenty year old; for how long?
"We're not lost Gwen, just took the wrong direction." Edmund said. I groaned shrugging off my outer tunic it was hot and wearing a leather vest doesn't help, as I shove the thing in my messenger bag and pull out some lembus bread and took a bite then handed it to him.
"Well just to inform you sire, we past these rock thrice." I said arms crossed.
"And how should you know?" Edmund challenge.
I pointed at the rock that had an X on it, where I drew on the second round. Edmund saw this and gulped there goes his pride. He sigh and sat down, removing his tunic as well we just lay down and basked in the sun light staring at the golden fields.
"So Gwen what have your knickers in a knot?" He suddenly asked
"Mani?" (What?) I asked where on earth that question came from.
"Come on you know what I mean, lately you been acting strange since your return from Calormon. What happen there did some bloody ass decided to touch you?" Edmund asked.
I shook my head, "Yes and No, it's just there was something I regretted not doing."
"What happen?"
"I told you about the market and the slave trade right?" he nodded, "Well I regretted not able to save them. There were children being sold and I couldn't do anything about it."
"But you save ten children and look: they live happily in Narnia and Archerland." Edmund assured.
"That's not it, I . . . I was almost rape there because of misleading consumption of another's envy." I blurted out in silent voice impossible for humans to hear, except Edmund heard.
"What?" Edmund gasped.
"I don't want to talk about it." I mumbled. "It's something that should not me said or repeated."
As Aslan said once, 'what's done is done. There is no need to speak what is past'
"I've been having these dreams and when I try checking on our family in England I see pictures."I added changing the subject.
"What! you've been trying to see our family in England?" Edmund asked sadness in his voice. He loved Narnia dearly however it wasn't his home land. How Lucy and him miss their mom. "How's my mom?"
Closing my eyes thinking of Helen Pevensie as a familiar pressure on my temple of a picture vision, "She's in the kitchen sitting by the window a cup of tea and staring at a photograph of . . . a soldier he looks quite handsome almost like you."
"That my dad, can you see him too." Edmund asked a little happy to know his mom is safe.
Taking another deep breath concentrating on the proud soldier, see him in a bunker asleep in a iron cot wrap in worn wool blanket holding some picture that was tattered and ruin on the edge through star burst view zooming closer to see a family portrait. I smiled, "He's safe. Asleep and misses you."
"Guess the war over there isn't over huh?"
"No, things take time; it's not like here from a political debate and a battle to end it. But sooner or later this war will end." I assure him rubbing his back till letting him rest his head on my lap. Brushing my fingers through his ebony hair.
"Silant calad Dun tollen Rochon 'Lan
Mennen nored din"
"What does that mean?" Edmund asked as I finished singing the small song.
"The white rider had come and light the West shone white. His weary ride" I translated.
Edmund didn't asked for the story of the purpose of the small songs, laments or songs I sing aloud at times. He knows not to ask for I don't know the purpose. Some songs are not meant to be translated while other just had no meaning.
I sigh and close my eyes.
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"Edmund!" I screamed he ran away from me, after pulling a sly trick in tripping me. I ran after him faster than ever before, catching the annoyances of man. God, wait until I get my hands on him.
"Come now Gwen, it's only a joke!" Edmund laughed.
"Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle" (Don't look for trouble, it will come to you) I growled.
"Oh please," Edmund chuckled jumping on a rock, while drawing his sword. "You can't kill me. Even if you did you'll be executed on killing a king."
"Lle desiel?" (Are you ready?)I growled again, drawing my dagger's accepting his challenge of a dare. (Or in this case a duel.)
"Certainly," as the silver king quire; as he lunge himself at me.
I did a backwards flip dodging his attack. Landing gracefully on my feet, with no wobble. Truly years of practice and Chronos training has modified my abilities of defenses on grace. As some would say using my opponent's offence against them with my defense.
Rolling my eyes then sigh muttering under my breath, "By Aslan name, give me strength in not killing him over the two seasons?"
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So here's chapter twelve sorry for the long wait. Writers block can be evil at times.
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Happy 2012!
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