Please bear with me. Part of the story in this chapter and the next won't sound very realistic. I hope none of this is confusing! Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading!

Aslan's Appearance

A few hours later Edmund was sitting beside Peter's bed. Earlier that evening, Peter had collapsed from extreme fatigue; the amount of blood he had lost that week didn't help either. Peter hadn't told anyone he how he had been feeling because he didn't want anybody to worry about him. The wound from the Orc arrow hadn't fully healed and still caused a lot of pain.

Peter was now propped up on fluffy, goose feather pillows in his bedchamber; he had been awake for a while. It was late in the evening and the moon was already waxing. Stars gave off a faint glimmer and the thin mountain air was quite cool, but inside a fire was glowing in the hearth; keeping the kings warm.

"How come you didn't tell anyone that you weren't feeling well?" Edmund said, giving Peter a cup of water.

"I didn't want you to worry about me." Peter answered, shaking his head to clear the foggy dizziness that still lingered in his mind. "And anyway, isn't a High King supposed to be perfect in every way?" He teased weakly.

"Very funny, brother, I know that you definitely aren't perfect." Edmund responded sarcastically.

"Shhh…" Peter took a sip of water and smirked. "Don't tell anybody."

"You're secret's safe with me." Edmund played along. "Oh." He changed the subject. "The doctor came while you were still unconscious and told me that you would have to stay in bed for a few days."

Peter groaned. "We'll never get to Minas Tirith at this rate."

"King Eomer already sent the messenger to the city to inquire about Susan."

"I doubt King Aragorn has news of her." Peter sighed. Then he snuggled down under the soft comforter and handed the water back to his brother. "I am really tired."

"Alright, I guess I will stop bugging you now." Edmund got up and left the quiet room.

On his way down the large corridor he bumped into Sam and Frodo. They had concerned expressions on their faces.

"How's Peter?" Frodo asked.

"He's exhausted, but he'll pull through alright. He's resting now."

"That's good." Frodo said.

"Yes, well, I'm off to bed." Edmund waved, striding down the dimly lit hall. "Goodnight!"

--

The next morning Edmund was outside taking in the fresh air when Sam knocked into him. He had been standing on a smooth, dirt road in a clearing that was surrounded by houses.

"Hey!" Edmund scowled; he had woken up in a very sour mood that morning. "Watch where you're going."

"Well excuse me!" Sam retorted. "At least I don't stand like a statue in the middle of the road; which is what you were doing!"

"You're so short, even if you stood in the middle of the road, people would just step over you." Edmund insulted him, his mood getting even darker.

Sam snorted. "You're so clumsy that you probably couldn't even hit the broad side of a barn with the flat of your blade, King Edmund."

"Ha!" Edmund laughed. "Your arm is so short that you couldn't even beat a challenger without a partner."

Sam drew his short sword. "Are you so sure?"

"You're on." Edmund pulled out his own sword.

Both of the blades flashed in the mid-morning sunlight and dust rose in the air as they battled. A few people stopped to watch the skirmish. Small beads of sweat emerged on Sam and Edmund's foreheads as they fought in the dry heat of the day.

Edmund had been used to practicing with dwarves back in Narnia and Sam had battled so many Orcs on his journeys that he was used to being smaller than his opponent. Sam was very quick on his feet, but Edmund was quite crafty with his sword strokes. They went at each other for a while and then Edmund delivered a hard blow that twisted around Sam's sword making it fly from his hand.

"Look who can't hit the broad side of a barn?" Edmund smiled slyly, extending his sword in front of him until it rested on Sam's shoulder. The beaten hobbit just blinked at the young king.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a shimmering sword flung Edmund's blade away from Sam's shoulder and started attacking the young king. Edmund, who had been caught way off guard, struggled to counter the lightning fast sword strokes. He vaguely saw his foe, a tall, thin, yellow haired person who had no armor on; he was pushed back as his attacker advanced. At the same time, he tripped on a stone (which sent him tumbling to the ground), his foe disarmed him, and he found a steel blade pricking his neck.

"King Edmund the Mighty, I suppose it is hmm?" He got a better look at his opponent. To his surprise it was a young, fair lady! He couldn't believe he had been beaten by a woman.

He tried to regain his tranquility. "It's…uh…" Then he stood up and said firmly. "It's King Edmund the Just actually."

"The Just huh?" She crossed her arms. "I see. If you are so 'Just' why were you arguing with this fine hobbit?"

"We haven't been on the best of terms." Edmund admitted. "And you are…" He raised an eyebrow.

"Eowyn, Shieldmaiden of Rohan." Eowyn lifted her head.

"It is a pleasure to meet a lady who has skill with a blade, Eowyn, Shieldmaiden of Rohan." Edmund smiled with a graceful bow.

"The same I'm sure." She replied sarcastically as she helped Sam up from the ground.

"By the way, how did you know my name?" Edmund inquired, dusting himself off and sheathing his sword.

"I could hear you arguing from a ways off." She said. "As could everyone else in Edoras." Edmund's ears turned bright red.

"Eowyn!" Someone called. Sam and Edmund saw a muscular, blond haired figure striding towards them. "King Eomer requests our presents." Then he stopped. "Who are these people? Why are you holding your sword?"

"Faramir, this is King Edmund and you remember Samwise Gamgee." Eowyn smiled. "Edmund, this is my husband, Faramir."

"Ah!" Faramir grinned, nodding to Sam. "It is a pleasure to see you again Master Samwise and I am glad to make your acquaintance King Edmund."

"The pleasure is mine." Edmund replied.

Then Faramir turned back to Eowyn and repeated his question. "Why are you holding your sword?"

"I had to break up a little dispute." She threw a disdainful glance at Edmund.

"A sword fixes everything for you, doesn't it?" Faramir taunted her, a smile playing on his lips.

Eowyn rolled her eyes and then asked. "You said Eomer wanted to see us?"

"Yes m'lady." He answered, holding his arm out to her. "Shall we?"

She nodded and they walked off together. "Don't get into any more trouble!" She called back over her shoulder.

"Yeah, Edmund." Sam sniffed.

Edmund shrugged his shoulders. "I won't argue with you anymore if you watch were your going."

"Alright." Sam agreed. "I won't insult you if you don't swordfight with me again."

"Deal." Edmund smiled.

Together, they ambled back to the castle. Little did they know the pact wouldn't last long...

--

I had just finished getting ready for Arwen and Aragorn's dinner when I heard a light knock on my door. I opened the door and saw Pippin and Merry; they had come to accompany me to the banquet.

"Queen Susan!" Merry started dramatically. "We have come to escort you to dinner." He added a deep bow for effect.

I giggled as they took my arms. Being around them sure is annoying, but it is also fun. I thought as they swept me down the grand passage. Soon, we arrived at the dining room.

"Farewell Susan." Pippin said with a bow. "Have a grand evening." Then they trotted down the hall together, cheerfully chattering.

The guards opened the door for me and I floated into the peaceful room. Candles cast their peaceful glow around the room. In the center there was a medium sized table that was of a dark red wood. Upon it sat a splendid meal. The food was richly decorated; there were large amounts of vegetables, including mushrooms, and the center piece was a giant turkey type bird. A scarlet, silk tablecloth graced the table and three solid, mahogany chairs sat around the table.

Arwen was in a lavender dress and had her hair curled in large ringlets. She looked like an angel; fair and beautiful. Aragorn had a navy blue cape on his shoulders and wore sliver leggings. He looked as sturdy as a mountain, fierce as a lion, but as gentle as a domestic cat. Arwen slowly glided towards me, her gown making a soft swishing noise on the marble floor.

"Susan, this is King Aragorn." She introduced. I curtsied. "Aragorn, this is Queen Susan from Narnia."

"It is a great pleasure to meet you, Queen Susan." He said formally, taking my hand and kindly pressing a soft kiss onto my pale skin.

"Please," I blushed slightly. "Call me Susan." Then the three of us sat down at the table and began to eat.

"How did you get into Middle Earth?" Aragorn asked me after we talked about Gondor and the rest of the world, for I had asked him a few questions about the history of Middle Earth.

I told the story and how I found Legolas and Gimli battling Orcs outside of Fangorn. "On our way back Legolas…" I stopped and rested my head in my hands on the table, for I started feeling a little dizzy.

"Are you alright?" Aragorn queried.

"Yes." I shook my head, clearing the dizziness. "I just felt a bit dizzy for a moment." Then I continued with the story.

A few moments later Arwen interrupted. "Forgive me for interrupting Susan, but I don't feel very well. I feel dizzy and quite tired."

"I've been feeling dizzy for a few minutes too." I informed both of them.

Aragorn took a sip of his wine. "Maybe a drink would clear your heads."

Arwen and I both lifted the silver flagons to our lips; we took a few drinks. Suddenly, Arwen leaned back against her chair; unconscious. Aragorn leapt to his feet and I rushed to her side.

As I stood, a roaring sensation rang in my ears. My muscles wouldn't work properly and I felt myself starting to fall. Everything went black.

--

Both Arwen and Susan were unconscious when Aragorn started to feel lightheaded. He fought to stay in control of himself. Finally, darkness overcame him and he collapsed into his chair.

--

The next morning when the sky was turning pale pink, Aragorn work up with a splitting headache. He shook himself and tried to recall what had taken place the previous evening. After a few moments of thought he remembered what happened most of the evening. He glanced around the room to see if the ladies were alright.

The dinner had long since been cleared and the table had been scrubbed so hard that it shined like glass. The hall was deathly quiet and only the sound was of murmuring guards and soft footsteps that could be heard outside of the room. Arwen and Susan were nowhere in sight.

They were gone.

--

At dawn, Lucy rode down to the beach. The sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon. Waves broke soothingly onto the sandy shore, but as peaceful as the scene looked, Lucy's emotions were a raging storm inside her.

How could she live and rule without her siblings? Would she ever see them again? What if they had been killed by savages or wild beasts? These notions and a million others raced through her mind.

She galloped to the opposite end of the beach. A grassy cliff protruded out into the sea. Large, rough waves crashed onto the rock wall, making mist spray into the cool, morning air.

Lucy walked to the end of the sand and was about to turn back when her eye caught something atop of the hill. Dismounting, she climbed up onto the hill. There she saw the Great Lion, Aslan, with him was a beautiful woman dressed in white.

"Aslan!" Lucy smiled and rushed up to him. "Have you any news of my brothers or sister?" She asked hopefully, waiting for his reply.

"You are needed to fight evil, dear heart." Aslan said, slowly striding towards her.

"What do you mean?" Her expression changed dramatically. It had been hopeful, but now wrinkles of worry made creases in her angelic face.

"Your brothers and sister are in a different world called Middle Earth." He continued grave, but majestically. He lay down on the soft, lush grass. "Your sister and one of the queen's of that world have been kidnapped. Peter and Edmund will need you before this battle ends."

Lucy was horrified. "Kidnapped! What am I to do Aslan?"

"I will send you there with Lady Galadriel." He referred to the woman. Even though Lucy had never seen her or talked to her, she could tell that she was a brave, kindhearted, and noble lady. Galadriel's purity seemed to emit from her so much that Lucy longed to mirror her in every way. "Together you will help defeat the evil that his brewing."

"Yes Aslan," Lucy acknowledged. "but what about Susan? Is she alright? Will she be hurt?"

"There is only one way to find out, dear one." He responded.

"Will you come with us?" Lucy asked. "I mean, will you be there too?"

Aslan chuckled. "I am in every world. I havemany different names and appearances, but I live in all worlds. I am always with you." He replied in his wild and wise way. "Now are you ready?"

"Yes Aslan." Lucy answered, taking a deep, ragged breath.

"Close your eyes."

Lucy shut her eyes and then heard Aslan say. "Farwell, daughter of Eve. I am always with you." The voice faded and Lucy opened her eyes.

Instantly, she knew that she wasn't in Narnia.

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I hope Aslan doesn't sound too fake.