When Susan Pevensie played the piano, it was like a chorus of angels flew up and started singing. She was marvelous—a true proficient. Susan was given a talent for music, and she threw her heart and soul into her pieces. Music was an escape for her, and it helped Susan to grow.

In Narnia, the piano did not exist, nor did any substitute. Susan simply did not have an instrument to play. It was the only thing that she would have ever changed about her land. She only wished for a piano, but the technology was not advanced enough, and she knew not of piano-making back in England. Yet, the Gentle Queen found other ways to combat her loss of music. One such way was composition.

Susan would see things about Narnia, and write music for it. Music that described the land and the Talking Animals. Music to show the crispness of the berries by the river in springtime. Music that relayed the Queen's feelings as she rode through the meadow on a warm summer's day with Peter, or when she watched her brothers duel with Lucy. Writing the music helped Susan to cope when adjusting to Narnia, and it helped her to grow up.

Music shaped Susan the Gentle, Queen of Narnia. It helped her release her controlling tendencies into a force that she could control, completely and wholly. She became the woman that she was, because of her music.

When Susan Pevensie came back from Narnia, she was a disaster. Nothing tempted life out of her—she was a dull and drab copy of her former self. It was like the girl that she was had drawn back into a shell, never to show her face again. Her heart and soul had fallen apart when she left behind her land, and she was a lost little girl. Music had saved her once—it would have to do it again.

Back in Finchley, Susan's piano rested in the sitting room. She had spent many hours there as a child, whiling her hours away, letting her heart pour out through her fingers and onto the ivory keys. When she arrived back to England from Narnia, Susan used music to cope. It was a way of letting the hurt and frustration that she felt out of her mind and away from her heart.

When she was in Narnia, Susan wrote music. In England, Susan played music. Almost all of her compositions were carved into her memory, and she would let them out—the sweetness of the memories that the music evoked tempering the grief that wracked her frame upon summoning them. She let the music drape her like a guard against the world, blocking out the painful grief that threatened to consume her daily.

Music was a crucial part of Susan Pevensie's growth and healing. It set her up for the next phase in her life; the phase where she would blossom into the woman she was to become once more—the Gentle. Music saved Susan Pevensie twice. It wouldn't be the last time.

Susan Pevensie was granted a gift by her Creator—the gift of music. She was able to draw out the sweetest melodies with mere movements of her fingers. She was truly granted a blessing.

When she was younger, Susan kept her gift close. She hid it from all but her closest confidants. Only her family was aware as to the extent of Susan's gift, and they did not advertise her abilities to the whole village. Yet, Susan was a musician.

After music rescued her for the second time—the first in Narnia, the second in England—Susan grew up quite a bit. She learned how to become the Gentle in a land that was cruel and harsh. She learned how to be a Queen in a land that was not accepting of her. With discovering who she was as a person and Queen in exile, Susan found ways that she could use her talent to glorify Aslan. He granted her music for a reason, and not so that she could hide it in her home.

Susan soon found a way to spread Aslan through her music.

She would give concerts at the hospitals and community centers. In the playbill, there would be a description of what each piece was supposed to symbolize. Often Susan would team up with Lucy, who would tell stories about each piece of music to children.

Susan never became famous because of her music, like Lucy did with her paintings, and she was never revered within the religious community like Edmund's writings were. Even though she was certainly talented enough to become a famous composer, or a grand musician that played on stage, she was content where she was. Simply playing her little pieces from home to those that would benefit from it most was enough for her. At one time, it was her heart's desire to be desired. To be wanted and famous. But music—and Aslan—helped the proud little girl to grow up, and become the Gentle once more.

Music changed Susan Pevensie for the better a third time. And she was sure that it would not be the last. For we all fall down, but the Lion will come to pick us back up when we call for him. And that is what Susan did, through her music.

AN: Alright, first of all, I am sorry for the long wait. I hit a large case of writer's block for a while, and I've been busy with so many other things, that writing was not top priority.

I hope you enjoy my imaginings of Susan as a musician! This is the third or fourth rewrite of this one-shot I believe... I had her as a dancer last week, but that ended up horribly. Now i just need to find a way that Peter spreads Aslan. Lucy has her paintings, Edmund his writing, and Susan her music. I'm hitting a block with poor Peter though.

I'm also in the middle of writing a one-shot of Lucy's infamous birthday party, so if I ever get it up to standard, then I will post it. I don't know when Letting The Light Shine Through will be updated again. I'm trying to work through some plotlines with that, as well as working on an original novel of mine, so I've been busy.

Anyways, thanks so much for reading! I appreciate it!

~Lady