13) Christmas

Note from LucyCrewe11: The writter of this fanfiction (who I wish again to remind you is NOT me.) wishes to have this dedication before the start of the chapter:

THIS CHAPTER IS OFFICIALLY DEDICATED TO THE VICTIMS OF THE SHOOTINGS AT VIRGINIA TECH THIS MONDAY (Not sure which monday the writter means, i assume it was a monday before she first wrote this)

thank you and enjoy the chapter.

"Peter! Wake up! It's Christmas!" Liz yelled, jumping up and down on his bed.

"Liz, let me sleep," Peter groaned, rolling over.

"But Peter, it's Christmas! Presents!" Liz emphasized. "What more do you need to wake up?" Liz, big fan of Christmas, thought the presents were the highlight of each year. "Please get up, for me?" She pouted, and Peter looked. She was his downfall.

He got up and said, "Where to?"

Liz gave him her biggest and best smile, "The Dining Hall, there's a tree there with everyone's presents."

They got there before everyone else in fact, "What time is it?" Peter asked warily.

"The sun rose an hour ago," Liz answered happily. Peter insisted on waiting for everyone else before opening everything, so Liz sorted the presents into piles, according to how they were labeled. She found an envelope, on top of a gift labeled to her. The envelope clearly said, Liz and Peter (actually to Liz, but I know Peter will read it too). She laughed and skipped back to Peter, who was eating a lemon ("Why are you eating a lemon?"; "I'm trying to wake up.").

"Oh Peter, can we please open this letter!" She begged, but Peter just shook his head. "It's addressed to both of us." She pouted, Peter was smart this time; he didn't look up.

"Oh Liz, there you are!" Lucy said, running into the hall. Edmund, Susan, Cor, Aravis, Calvin, and Ariana following (rather sleepily) behind. "We were wondering where you and Peter were!"

"I woke up early," Liz said shrugging. "I sorted the presents." They all laughed, and sat down to open said presents. Peter had taken the letter, and promised Liz that they'd open it last. Liz had of course complained; it was her letter after all! She opened the box that had been under the letter first.

She took off the lid, and found a quick note inside.

Liz,

Thought you'd like these back.

-Aslan

Liz found the box filled with soft cloth. It looked as if two solid figures wrapped tightly. I unwrapped the first one, finding a glass figurine of two horses, their necks entwined in a symbol of love. The second was also a glass figurine, but this one made her catch her breath. It was of a young woman, brandishing a sword, her shield by her side. Her curly hair was long, around her elbows, and her eyes sparkled with triumph.

"You're right Peter," She said breathlessly. "It does look just like me." Except the hair, her hair had just recently grown to her earlobes.

The night before, Peter had playfully tugged at it whining, "Grow, please grow. I miss your long hair."

Peter, who was right next to Liz, looked over, his eyes widening. "Those are the glass figurines I got you. They were one of a kind." She handed him the note, and he smiled. "Told you Aslan was the best thing, animal or human, you'll ever meet."

They happily opened the rest of their gifts. Thanking the people if they were present. Finally, Peter let Liz (literally) tear open the letter.

Dear Liz (and Peter, I'm sure you're there, and maybe even Susan, Lucy, and Edmund),

In the last six months that you have been in Archenland, you have done many great things. Many more than I thought possible from you in that short of a span. That is why; I'm allowing you to return to Narnia. When the others return, you may go with them. Just do one more thing before you leave, make sure Cor and Aravis get some quality time together, they need another heir to the throne besides Calvin.

Best Wishes,

Aslan

Liz screamed. She screamed so loud that people in Narnia would later say they heard her. She jumped on Peter, and hugged him. Then proceeded to hug everyone in the room (the guards and ladies-in-waiting included). Then she ran outside to hug everything in sight.

When she finally came back in, the grin on her face was so big; there were only three other days in her whole life that she wore that smile. But that's later in the story.

"I'm going back to Narnia!" She sighed happily, settling next to Peter. "Life is good."

Peter laughed, pulling her to him, "Of course it is. It'll be good to have you back."

"We'll miss you though," Aravis said sadly.

Liz looked up, realizing that she would miss Archenland, even if it were only a tiny bit compared to how much she missed Narnia. "I'll come visit, promise."

"Did you tell Anna?" Peter asked.

Liz got up abruptly, "Oops, I'm guessing she'll want to know, won't she?" She pulled Peter with her, and told him her plan. "Hey Anna, Alex."

Anna whinnied, "Happy Christmas Liz!"

Liz suddenly took on a solemn expression, "Sorry, but we're going to be in Archenland for an extra year." Anna looked shocked and distraught. Liz started laughing and Anna rolled her eyes, "Just kidding Anna, we're going back to Narnia with the Pevensies." Anna playfully head butted Liz, and then they all laughed at Liz's joke.

Anna wanted to go for a ride, so they did. Archenland looked beautiful snow-covered. Peter and Liz had a snowball fight, but Liz won, because the horses built her fort for her. When they got back to the castle (four hours later), it was past lunch.

"Think we can get some chicken from the kitchen?" Liz asked, as they headed toward said kitchen.

A faun greeted them, "Princess Elizabeth, King Peter, what would you like?"

"It's Liz," Liz answered.

"Princess Liz," The faun repeated.

"Just Liz," She persisted.

"Princess Liz of Narnia," The faun insisted.

Liz stepped back and shook her head, "I give up, and I'll take chicken." Peter requested a lemon. "Why do you want a lemon?"

Peter shrugged, "I learned this morning that lemons taste really good." Liz shook her head and he added, "Kind of like you and your chicken."

"Chicken is way better than lemon," Liz rolled her eyes.

"Lemons are better!"

"Chicken!"

"Lemons!"

"CHICKEN!"

"LEMONS!" At this point, their chicken and lemon was brought to them, and they bickered the whole day.

"You know, I like strawberries better," Lucy said coming up behind them. Susan smacked her forehead, how could Lucy start that argument again?