A/N: Hello Narniacs! Here's chapter three! But first let's do some shout-outs:
Kelev: Thanks! I'm glad you're liking this! I have submitted it to Lion's Call, but not for the writing contest. It's just too long for that. Darnit. Stay tuned and keep reviewing!
BabyBeaver: Thank you! I'm hoping my writer's block will go away soon. Sorry for being so slow at updating my other stuff. I don't think Reepicheep turned anyone into a donkey...??...but I do know Aslan turned Prince Rabadash into a donkey at the end of HHB. You're right about him being passionate for adventure, though. Good ol' Reepicheep! Keep R&Ring!
JediMan: Thanks for reviewing! Ooo, you're impressed! I'm flattered... :-) I'm glad to hear I'm doing okay with Reepicheep; he's such a cool character and I'd hate to mess him up. Yes, I'm hoping this fic will show how he learned about true honor and glory and what it truely means to be courageous. Stay tuned!
Where did the rest of you go?? Minivier? CompanionWanderer? Oh well, I suppose I should try being patient for a change... :-)
Hope y'all enjoy this next installment! Reviews are chocolate!
Chapter 3: In Aslan's Paws
KA-BOOM!
Reenameek's eyes flew open as the sound of a thunderclap rudely awakened her. She groaned and buried her head in the pillow, trying to get back to sleep and finish that lovely dream she'd been having; but it was no use. The thunder refused to get any quieter, and once something woke her up it was impossible to go back to sleep right away. She sighed and crawled out of bed, rubbing the sleepy dust from her eyes. She came into the dim kitchen and groped around for the tinder box. She might as well have a cup of tea while she was at it.
Soon there was a cheery blaze in the stove and the kettle began heating up. She had just settled down in her rocking chair when a small, forlorn figure emerged from the shadows, clutching the end of his tail in a frightened way.
"Mama? Is that you?"
"Yes it's me, Peepicheek. What's the matter, dear one?"
"Nothing." Another thunderclap shook the den and he bolted over to her and clutched at her legs. She smiled as she lifted him onto her lap, putting her comforting arms around him as she rocked back and forth.
"Are you scared of the thunder, Peepicheek?"
He nodded silently and hugged her tighter.
"Why does it sound so angry, Mama? Is Aslan mad at us?"
"Oh no, of course not. I know it sounds like that, but it's only a summer storm and it should blow over soon. And remember what we know about Aslan? He isn't safe…"
"…but He's good," finished Peepicheek proudly.
"That's right," his mother affirmed. "Very good. We don't need to be afraid because He loves us and He always watches over us. We are all between the paws of the Great Lion." She gave him a reassuring squeeze and he felt slightly better, despite the fury of the storm outside.
Suddenly, a strange look crossed his face.
"Mama?" he asked. "Where's Reepicheep?"
A/N: Sorry this one was so short, but I can guarantee that the next one is, at the very least, three times as long. It's already written and ready for posting...but not until I get some more reviews! If you want me to update, then tell me! Please...? bambi eyes
En guarde, you stupid writer's block...