A/N: The real and proper ending. I have enjoyed writing this story so much, and I've loved even more sharing it with you. I hope you've had as much fun as I have. Thank you all so much for your comments and your feedback, they mean the world to me. The last line is modeled after the end of 'The Last Battle'. Here's to C.S Lewis and his Narnia :) .
Epilogue
Remembering You
And here is where our story ends.
In Spare Oom, years passed. Lucy grew older. Peter grew kinder and Edmund more forgiving. Susan, as Lucy had predicted, never again was the Queen she had once been; she only grew further and further away from Narnia. Peter and Edmund and Lucy grew as close as it is possible for siblings to be. Edmund and Peter never bickered anymore (to the amazement and relief of Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie); they simply stood together, studied together, quiet and content. They just were, just as the stars and the change of seasons, the pull of tides. No one asked questions. No one had need.
Sometimes Lucy seemed strangely sad to Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie, but it seemed her brothers understood. On occasion, their parents looked at them curiously, for often in Augusts their three children would stop and turn their faces to the sky, swaying together in a wind that seemed only to touch them.
Again in Narnia, Tumnus returned to his home and seemed miraculously cured. No time at all had gone by, he discovered, the first time he called on his dear friends, the Beavers. They were enormously pleased to see the Faun returned to his former self (Tumnus enjoyed his own legs and hooves in a way he never had before), although there were moments he seemed distant, head thrown up to the sun. Mrs. Beaver thought he looked older, more wrinkled about the eyes, and more sure of himself. Mr. Beaver assured her it was just her imagination.
Christmas passed, and slowly, winter turned to spring. And for some reason, Tumnus felt sure to expect Lucy soon. One day, with no reason, he was drawn to Cair Paravel. In passing the lamp-post, he smiled. It did not haunt him anymore.
And here is where the next chapter begins. The false Narnia (as Aslan called it) ended; destroyed by closing in on itself and hatred. And though the Pevensies died young in Spare Oom, the greatest rulers found themselves in their golden kingdom once more. The good followed Aslan, further up and further in. Through a door in the air (Peter felt queasy), they trooped eagerly, to the true Narnia. So vibrant it was, the Pevensies could almost taste it (I should specify—only Edmund, Lucy, and Peter could almost taste it. Susan was not there, and, indeed, they never saw her again). It was Lucy who first scrabbled over long grass to behold the true Narnia. Out of the past came their dear Narnian friends—the Beavers, the Centaurs, the good Animals who had helped them so much. But Lucy's green eyes were wide, searching for a red streak across the new grass. In the trees, birds sang with joy to see Aslan. The Pevensies' hearts sang for Narnia. After such calling, finally, they were home.
Lucy stood apart, long red hair whipping about in the fresh wind. And slowly, over a round hill, a figure in a red scarf approached. Lucy made no move towards him. Edmund came to Peter's side and stood with him. Quietly, their fingers entwined. Another moment Peter would treasure: two figures, shadows in front of the sun, looking towards each other. There was no hurry to rush, they seemed to realize. They had forever now. Finally, the two met. Hands reached out for their mates.
"I've been remembering you," Tumnus said in a low voice. In Lucy's pocket, he saw the handkerchief.
"I have never doubted it, my dear," she said with a smile, and the two looked over the spreading eternity of Narnia.
"It certainly is a beautiful world," Edmund said simply. Peter agreed.
Tumnus leaned down and kissed her (a proper kiss, of course). The first of many, going on forever: and each kiss better than the one before.