Title: What you leave behind…
Author: The Evil Pink Squirrel Of Doom
Summery: The spouses of the four monarchs of Narnia meet, after the Penensies return unbeknownst to them to Spare Oom. Lucy/Tumnus, Oreius/Susan, Peter/OC, Edmund/OC . Please just give it a chance. I suck at summaries.
Authors Note: I believe this is a one shot, just showing possibilities of what may have been left behind and why they may have been so desperate to return. However if I get at least five reviews asking for more, I will try to continue. Furthermore I know Susan and Oreius may be a very odd pairing to some, but I just thought it might be cute and all together interesting. Also, when it comes to the abilities of Human/Centaur/Faun relations in the bed room, just ignore it for now. I mean in Xena some woman married a centaur and had a baby so I figured what the hell.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia, nor any of C.S Lewis's great characters. Damn, can you imagine those royalties.
What You Leave Behind…
Tumnus and Oreius slowly entered the room, it was extremely late, yet all of Cair Paravel was awake and
moving quickly about. Throughout Narnia, beasts were searching. Looking everywhere, the mermaids of
the seas and griffons of the air had been sent with wordto far off lands. Embassies were in route to a
hundred nations of their world to search for the missing royals of Narnia. Both males were exhausted,
they slowly entered the large main seating room. Two beautiful young women sat, their eyes - one set
hazel, the other a light gray - stared at them as the two males entered the room. The centaur felt his
weary legs give out and he allowed himself to sit in front of the fire for the first time in two days. His
comrade's head drooped, answering the woman's unasked question. The women with the hazeleyes
stood, her deep crimson dress cascading around her, while her companion stayed seated, studying her
dark gray dress and its golden patterns as if all the secrets of Narnia were held within their weaving.
"You men should get to sleep, you can continue the search tomorrow. I am sure we will find them. Aslan
would not allow for them to be hurt." She searched the centaur's eyes, feeling lost and uncertain.
"You are correct Mariska." His stout face turned to the faun off to the side of the fireplace. "Tumnus, we
must sleep, we can search forour loved ones in the morning." Tumnus appeared to be asleep standing
up, wearing his silver and purple scarf, a gift from his wife on what the Pevensie children called
Christmas. The creature was yet able to ask the wife of High King Peter what he deemed to be a most
important question, although he knew the answer.
"The children?" His voice was full of sleep, sorrow, and pain. It was the younger of the two women, the
wife of King Edmund, Vienna, who answered rather then her sister-in-law Mariska, looking up from her
gray dress.
"Gavyn and Riordan are fast asleep, they were unable to keep their eyes open any longer, although,
General, they were very keen on asking when mother and father would return. I am certain that when
you return and Queen Susan is not by your side you will find them most distraught." The centaur
nodded, raising his large form from the ground. His own normally stone exterior was breaking under the
stress of having to explain to his small princes, his own blood, that their uncles, aunt, and most
distressingly mother were missing. What bothered him the most was that he would be unable to promise
them he would bring their mother, Queen Susan the Gentle, home again. He himself feared he would
never again feel his wife's long, soft arms wrapped around his human torso, her legs entwined in his horse
ones while they slept. He hadn't been this scared in four seasons, since the twin centaur princes came
early and unexpectedly as a duo. He could recall Susan's pure glee that she was with child. With his child,
and the terror they both had felt when her small human frame had been unable to support the twins'
growing girth.
Although at the time they had not known it was twins. He had been so proud when he found out that she
was to bear him children. They had secretly been planning on trying for a third. Susan wished for a
daughter, one that she could train as a princess, although she was most obviously happy with there sons.
Against his bodies wishes,he awaited word on the rest of the royal children. Vienna continued softly.
"Hestia and Avidan fell asleep on the couch in Edmund's office, we moved them to my husband's and my
bed earlier. I was just able to get Billie down, she was just so frightened, kept saying how uncle Tumnus,
and uncle Oreius had to find her father." The young woman sighed, her eyes coming to rest again on the
middle aged faun.
"Koen and Gwyneth feel asleep under the watchful eye of Mrs. Beaver, shortly after the twins. I suspect
they simply believe that their mother is gone on a voyage, and will return shortly. Although they do not
understand why they were left behind Tumnus, you will also need to speak with them when they
awaken." The faun nodded in understanding. He had waited so long to have Lucy, simply a dear friend
for so long, when after her presentation ball, the time when as she could begin to accept suitors, she had
asked him to walk her to her chambers. He had done so with a heavy heart, but before he could leave she
had kissed him then lead him with much ado, mostly him arguing she was a queen, he a mere woodland
faun, into her chambers to sleep away the morning. It had quickly become the talk of the kingdom that
both Queens had found not so human males with which to belong. One was once a centaur General, who
had pledged his life to High Hing Peter on the battle field with Jadis, the other nothing more then your
common faun. It had taken a long time for him to overcome his feelings of uncertainty about their
relationship. He sometimes thought late at night especially after both of the children, first his daughter and
then two years later his son, had been born with hooves, fur, and horns that his lovely wife would realize
the beast she had married and disappear into the night with their young offspring. This was just as he'd
feared, except he doubted they had simply runoff, although King Edmunds horse had told him they had
all ventured into the thicket of trees by the lamp post of their own accord, apparently happy, bickering
playfully. They just never returned, and from there the horse and old friend of the Just King had returned
to Cair Paravel to pled for help in securing the return of the Queens and Kings. He felt the tears pick at
his eyes, he slowly began heading for the door. It was safe to assume the daughter of the High King, the
teenage Princess Cleopatra, a name which Queen Susan had given the High King a hard time for when it
was announced, some relation to someone in the history of Spare Oom, was safe asleep in her parents
bed, not far from where his own children slept. Mariska approached him, she stood radiantly far into her
second pregnancy. Lucy and he believed they had, as his wonderful mate had put it, killed a rabbit. What
babies and killing poor little bunnies had in common he had yet to decide.
He sighed for a moment and offered to help the very pregnant woman to bed. Oreius he noted was doing
the same with Edmund's wife Vienna. As the four spouses left the room, they nodded to Mr. and Mrs.
Beaver and thanked them for all they were doing. Beaver and Fox had been spending there time with the
Queens' husbands searching for the monarchs, like most of Narnia. Mrs. Beaver meanwhile had been just
like a mother hen to them all, forcing sleep and the like. Taking the children outside to play on the beach
when it all became to much for their parents as she always did, wanting nothing in return. She acted as
though the High King and his siblings were her children, and their children her grandchildren. Tumnus
doubted that they would ever be able to thank her properly enough for her help. He walked beside High
King Peter's wife, praying to Aslan that Lucy would be there laying in bed awaiting him when he walked
into their suite. He was very thankful that the children were asleep in their beds where they all knew they
were safe. Oreius had even appeared thankful for the fact. Tomorrow they would be forced however to
actually voice the possibility they all had been thinking, what if the Monarchs of Narnia never returned,
what if their loved ones were gone forever?
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