Queen of His Heart
Fan Fiction-Hobbit/Chronicles of Narnia
I do now own the copyrights to the Hobbit; book or movie. Nor do I own any to the Chronicles of Narnia
A/N= 1) I got this idea off a You Tube video someone made. I figured I couldn't find a sequel to their video, so I am writing one here. 2) I also have messed with time frames and facts for the sake of the storyline, but remember this is FAN-FICTION nothing more.
Concerns
Ch. 5
No fog shown around the professor's wonderful old home; the one Edmund had just bought... The place was well-kept and not a single stone lay out of place. Curtains stayed still unless their windows happen to be open, but even then they only slightly danced. The whole scene appeared quite calm; that is unless you were in Edmund's study.
"I tell you we can find no sign of the women." John, a new neighbor and kin to Jean, was pacing back and forth in Edward's study. "You should be more concerned!"
"Easy does it." Edmund had long since lost any immature irrationality and figured going off half-cocked was not going to do any good. "Both Diane and my sister have been known to go off for weeks at a time before. What's so new that I need to be up in arms?"
"Jean's with them." John growled. "She never goes for more than a day. Says it's not proper for a hostess to be gone too long."
"Hostess?" Edmund wanted to tack on "of what" but was polite enough to keep his mouth shut. "If one hangs around my sister for very long do you really expect them not to follow her lead? She can be quite persuasive."
"I know." John growled, "and that has me concerned."
"Excuse me?" Edmund's old temper threatened to blow and demanded to know where the man was justified.
"Look, your sister and Diane are both nice enough, but…"John squirmed in the chair he'd opted to sit in. "They are a bit…odd."
"Odd?" Edmund didn't care if he was playing parrot if it meant John continued to talk.
"You know…all the talk about Narnia and other lands. It's like they think they can get back there." John glared his host's way when Edmund cracked up laughing.
"My sister hasn't thought of Narnia in years other than to tell anyone under ten the tale." The man kept his smile and light feeling up for the simple fact he knew it was not Narnia on his sister's mind, but to tell John what he'd begun to suspect would be foolish. "I doubt you have to worry about Lucy going tip-toeing through any daisies or off to Narnia; a place for children with over-active imaginations like to play."
"Maybe, so, but even Diane's been…drifting…of late. And when anyone asks her she whispers names, well, I think they are names anyway. I do not recognize the tongue the woman begins to speak and I fear she is going mad." John repeated a few words he vaguely remembered and Edward did not have to hide any signs of recognition as he was honestly not familiar with them.
"Sounds to me like Diane was just having fun with you. She's a very faithful friend to Lucy. If she was losing her marbles I'm sure my sister would have noticed." Edmund's grin remained wide.
"Even if that is the case to go off like this? And take Jean with them? Surely, it was against her will." That did it Edmund blew.
"My sister would not ever and I mean ever force someone to go against their will; even if she had flipped!" His eyes blazed hot and then hardened into cold coal. Edmund then spoke through clenched teeth. "I highly suggest you give it more time before either one of us get up in arms. We do that this early and it's going to be us people think have flipped; not our sisters and their friend."
"Maybe, you're right." John stood up not liking the fact Edmund was right. The visitor had the deceny to apologize for what he said and then begged, "Promise me if they stay away too long you'll at least hire someone to go looking. I don't have the money."
"Of course." Edmund showed the man to the door and then walked back to his study. His feet only stopped once he stood by its window and glanced down at his sister's drawings. "Oh, Lucy, where have you gone?" His hands traced the picture that John had seen many times, but had been blind to in every instance. "No one who really knows you would think you'd gone back to Narnia." His fingers stopped on the dark-headed stranger who did not fit into Narnia's scene; other than he was an over-sized dwarf. "I hope you're okay, sis." He whispered to no one but himself. "And if you don't come back I hope you find a way to let me know you're ok." Then sighed and tacked on, "and let me know about the others too for John's sake." With that the man went back to the paperwork he'd been dealing with before his friend's interruption.