Disclaimer: I don't own any of this! Lord of the Rings and everything it contains was originally the idea of J.R.R. Tolkien. Credits for Narnia and everything associated with it go to C.S. Lewis. This was based on the video 'The king, the girl and the lion – Trailer' by Nonokun24 on YouTube. References are mostly to the movie 'Voyage of the Dawn Treader' by Michael Apted. Apart from that, there's a slight one to the episode 'Fire Heart' of 'Power Rangers: Mystic Force', the 'Star Wars: The Clone Wars' episode 'Innocents of Ryloth', one to 'Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End', the comic 'De Rode Ridder: Het geheime wapen' (which means: 'The Red Knight: The secret weapon'), 'Power Rangers Operation Overdrive: Kick Into Overdrive II', a more elaborate reference to '300', a small one to a 'Power Rangers: RPM' episode I believe to be 'Ranger Blue' (which goes to show how important it is… I'm really only going through this because everyone keeps telling us it's important to refer to any material you use), an even smaller one to 'Star Wars: The Phantom Menace', to the book 'De Watermagiër' ('The Water Magician') by Anne West, and last but not least, a more elaborate one to the great story on here by consensual-candy, 'Angels should never touch the ground'.

Author's note: Welcome back, dear readers! And to any reviewers, I owe my thanks. If you have any thoughts on the story – what should I work on, what should I do more, what's good – I'd be glad to hear them :)

I'm really glad to finally upload again. One of the reasons why I haven't done so earlier is… well, simple and stupid, college haunts me even in summer. Another reason is that from now on, I will try to use the holidays more for actual writing and the working days to upload in between. Sorry, I should've posted that sooner, I know… But I hope it makes for more efficient work.

One more thing before the traditional recap. By the way, if you want me to stop with the recap, please tell me, because it's not the kind of thing I will think of doing without anyone telling me to. But what I wanted to say: I don't assume people actually read the disclaimer, but even if you don't, the sheer size may have stricken you. Please don't let me and my taught compulsions fool you. I think this is actually a rather original part. Yes, a lot of it was taken from VotDT, but I'm actually pretty proud of my exposition parts. Apart from one, they're relatively original from my mind.

Now, last time, we saw what the Westerners have been doing the past few months. And we had reached the place where things will actually happen: the Islands. In between Narnia and Rhûn, they're an excellent location for a clash between powers… and cultures. This is where the Eastern arc (as I call everything in my story related to Rhûn) and the Western arc (which is basically about the Pevensies, now including Lucy, and their people) are intertwined.

I hope you'll enjoy!

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The Lone Islands

The albatross is flying, making him daydream

The time before he became one of the world's unseen.

Princess in the tower, children in the fields;

Life gave him it all an island of the universe.

Oh, now his love's a memory, a ghost in the fog.

He sets the sails one last time saying farewell to the world.

Anchor to the water, seabed far below,

Grass still in his feet and a smile beneath his brow.

This is for long forgotten light at the end of the world,

Horizon crying the tears we left behind so long ago.

So long ago…

So long ago…

Nightwish: 'The Islander'

The Emperor comes ashore

"It's my land. Who would I be if I didn't try to make it better?"

Balian of Ibelin, 'Kingdom of Heaven'

(Peter(/Lucy))

Peter looked around.

There was not a living soul to be seen in the city.

Imrahil and Faramir looked in through a window and saw a family ducked away in fear.

Imrahil hesitated briefly; Faramir said: "Well, there's no one here either. Can we go now?"

Peter sighed. "You can always go back to Oreius and Drinian if you want, you know."

Imrahil said resignedly: "No. Where the Queen goes, we go. We will not abandon Lucy."

The Captain of the Evenstar Guard asked: "Would you like to stay here and guard… something?"

Faramir eagerly accepted: "Uhm… Yes! Excellent idea, Captain. Very logical."

Imrahil sighed, but drew his sword. Faramir put an arrow to the string. They weren't cowards, far from that, but they preferred a clear battlefield.

Peter went to a watchtower with a bell, followed by the others. The door opened smoothly.

Lucy went in right after her brother. She immediately noticed there was a desk in the middle, with a large book on top of it. Promptly the Princess ran over there and opened the book on a random page.

Surprised, she looked up and said in confusion: "I don't get it, I can't read this."

Peter stepped forward.

"Allow me," he said kindly.

However, he too was surprised.

"Those are Eastern characters," he mumbled. "A very characteristic writing. The Easterlings use it. The people here have long changed to an alphabetical writing. These symbols are relatively difficult, but I think they are corruptions of local names."

Lucy wondered: "Who are all those people?"

From outside, Faramir's nervous voice sounded: "If you want to leave, don't let us stop you!"

Peter ignored him and pointed: "Look, Lucy, these are Eastern names. And in this column, you see prominent men, with name, title and country. And these are numbers. Sums. And quite large ones at that. Slave trade. Some Eastern Clans have a tradition of centuries in that practice, but this is disturbing. I always thought the Coastal Clans – very odd people, who have conquered the Eastern disdain for water – had never taken part in that. And even worse: the Easterlings must've taken the Islands."

Legolas suddenly said: "Honestly Faramir's idea isn't that bad. I feel like we're being watched. But I didn't want to say anything because I more often feel like that."

That was when Imrahil shouted, out of the blue: "Hey! We've got company!"

The others wanted to rush out, but were attacked out of nowhere by Corsairs of Umbar. The men glided down through ropes.

Legolas shot one on his way, Gimli threw a hand axe and a second corsair died. The Gondorians grabbed their weapons and took positions around Lucy. The girl herself drew her dagger; Peter seized Rhindon and shook his shield forward. Surprise didn't help the Corsairs as much as they had hoped and the Men, Elf and Dwarf of the Union fought back fiercely.

Imrahil and Faramir broke in and the first group of attackers was brought out of balance on its turn. However, through the open door dozens of new Corsairs rushed at the small band as well.

The circle of Gondorians around Lucy remained impenetrable and Legolas, Gimli and Peter struck down many foes. The battle further intensified when dark men with shields and halberds came to the aid of the Corsairs.

'Easterlings,' Peter thought. 'Fierce, merciless warriors, who will carry on to the last man.'

The soldiers – ashigaru, Peter knew, was the Eastern term – were reinforced by marines armed with broadswords.

Legolas and Gimli showed the enemy pain, Faramir and Imrahil were in their element now and Lucy's Guards put up a great fight. The girl herself didn't just lay back either: swiftly and supply she stepped forward every now and then, stabbed with her dagger and immediately withdrew again.

Then Peter saw among the relatively short Easterlings a man who was the equal of many Western warriors in length. This man purposefully came for him, as the Emperor struck down three marines in a row.

"They say few Westerners are your betters with the sword. Would you also be able to outduel an Eastern swordsman?" he challenged.

Peter shouted back: "Let me have a go!"

After that both warriors attacked ferociously. The Easterling fought fiercely and he had obviously been trained in the old ways. Swiftly and supply he either avoided or parried every attack Peter tried. The High King of Narnia in his turn used his sword and shield effectively – both of them offensively as well as in defense.

The boy asked menacingly: "Do you know who you're dealing with?"

"Do you?" the man asked back.

After that, he kicked Peter's shield hard, throwing the Narnian off balance, and launched a new attack.

However, their duel was roughly interrupted when a hard voice thundered: "Enough!"

Everyone, friend and foe, turned to the sound. A Corsair Captain of Umber had managed to scatter the Gondorians and was now keeping one of his long knives on Lucy's throat, the other at her heart.

Calmly and without any sentiment, he now spoke: "Unless you want to see her bleed out in front of your eyes, I advise you lay down your weapons. Now."

The Evenstar Guard was first to obey, followed by Peter. Imrahil, Faramir and Legolas lay down swords, knives and bows, and finally a muttering Gimli threw his axes on the floor.

Several more ashigaru entered, to make a path for the coming warriors.

Peter immediately recognized them by their lacquer leather armor. Eyes as dark as night. Every muscle hardened to steel. Ruthless. They had observed the will of the Great Dragon for 8000 years. The deadliest caste of warriors in all the world.

The Daimyo.

About a dozen of them, plus three ar-quan – the best trained and equipped warriors. They fought with two katana.

They formed double rows.

A tall man, even taller than the man Peter had been fighting only a few moments before, came forward, wearing a magnificent red armor with a golden Dragon on it. Only 250 men in the entire world owned such equipment. This was a Shogun.

The man who had battled Peter knelt before him and said: "Welcome, tono. We captured the Westerners, at your command."

Peter was surprised. 'Tono' was an Eastern term which indicated a superior, but at the same time an intimate bond; it was often used by younger brothers towards their elders or sons towards their fathers.

The Shogun nodded.

"Arise, Targutai," he said kindly.

Targutai obeyed.

After that, the Shogun addressed the people of the Union: "I, gentlemen, young lady, am Jarw – Tao; that means 'Master of the Sea' in your tongue. I am Shogun of the Jarw – Rhûnhirrim and Admiral of the Eastern Fleet."

"Well, a pleasure, Your Grace," Peter said drily.

A Corsair hit him in the face.

"Quiet, you!" he barked at the young liege.

The Admiral now spoke more loudly and coldly: "Unnecessary."

The Corsair immediately fell back. The Admiral was clearly much respected.

Peter threatened: "You're going to pay for that."

Drily, Jarw – Tao corrected: "Actually, someone else is going to pay for each of you."

Then he gave his orders, hard and cold: "Take those children to the slaver. And the Elf, Dwarf and Gondorians to the dungeons."

Legolas, Gimli, Faramir, Imrahil and the Evenstar Guard were quickly and skillfully restrained and taken away by the Eastern regulars.

A Corsair of Umbar grabbed Lucy.

She cried out in a fearful reflex: "Peter! Peter!"

"Lucy!"

Peter broke loose and struck the Corsair down, but his comrades attacked the Emperor on their turn. The boy was quickly thrown to the floor. The Corsairs took advantage of the opportunity to beat up and kick the boy.

Immediately the Admiral shouted: "Captain!"

The Corsair Captain who had threatened Lucy came to him and bowed lightly. "Admiral?"

"Be a good man and put an end to this distasteful spectacle, would you?" Tao asked coldly.

The Captain nodded and walked over to his men. "Stop it! That's enough! Admiral's orders!"

Most stopped immediately.

One was somewhat meaner. "You get easy, boy!" With those words he gave Peter one final kick.

The captain struck him down and yelled: "I said, enough!"

Targutai beckoned two marines and ordered: "Help him up."

The men quickly obeyed. With their help, Peter got up, groaning.

Lucy embraced him, sobbing. "I'm sorry, Peter."

The Emperor answered: "It's not your fault."

After that he addressed the Admiral: "Do you know who I am?"

The Easterling answered seriously: "I do. But trust me, you don't want everyone to know."

He ordered: "Bind them! And no more messing around! Tell the slaver to make money out of them and be happy with that. They are not to be whipped and the girl is not to be raped. If anyone doesn't stick to those rules, I will personally make him regret."

The Corsair Captain nodded and this time brother and sister were tied up quickly. Targutai stood in front of Lucy and knelt, so their eyes were at roughly the same height. The man noticed the magnificent jewel around her neck.

"Admiral!" he called.

The Shogun of the Jarw – Rhûnhirrim came to stand next to the warrior. Both Easterlings exchanged a glance of understanding.

Then, Tao said briefly: "Keep it, Targutai–daisa. Slavers can rarely truly appreciate beauty."

Peter listened attentively. 'Daisa', that term referred to the Captain of a warship. Good to know.

Lucy started sobbing.

She begged the Admiral: "Please, let me keep it. That's a family heirloom, passed from mother to daughter. My father hung it around my neck himself. My lord, please…"

The Easterling raised his hand and in doing so cut off her objections. "I know. But many people do. That's the problem. Targutai, go ahead."

The Captain nodded. Carefully he pulled the Evenstar over her head and put the jewel away.

The girl now cried openly. Peter's hart bled, but he was surprised to note his definitely wasn't the only one.

One of the three ar-quan came to Lucy and looked at her compassionately.

Stammering a little he said: "It's alright, little one. We'll protect you. I'll protect you. I promise."

The Shogun spoke solemnly: "It was not wise to swear this oath. But honor has too often been restrained by carefulness. Keep your oath."

The noble bowed humbly. "Thank you, my Lord. I will."

Jarw – Tao nodded and commanded the Corsairs: "Take them away. You're going with the girl. Stay close to her," he told the Daimyo.

The man bowed.

He followed as Peter and Lucy were taken away as slaves.

(Jarw – Tao)

"I must confess, tono, this manner of actions displeases me," Targutai said.

The Admiral answered: "I don't like it either, Targutai, but if you know another way, go ahead and tell me about it."

A brief silence fell.

Then the Corsair Captain asked: "Now what, Admiral?"

The Admiral said decidedly: "We'll worry about the soldiers later. Those children are more important now. It was a terrible choice, but it was necessary to sell them as slaves. I intend to compensate the Daimyo of the Coastal Clans who buys or buy them through informal gifts. If money isn't an issue, they will do so if I ask them. Then I can keep intervening. We can always let them escape, or have their freedom bought. We'll settle that tomorrow. For once it'd be nice to deal with things before…"

"Before the Nazgûl arrive?" hissed a new voice, cold and cruel.

The Admiral sighed. "Sure, something like that."

About a hundred Orcs rushed into the room. The Easterlings and Corsairs still present immediately turned to them. After the Orcs, a Ringwraight entered, followed by a mercenary Captain from Khând and his men.

The Corsair Captain asked aggressively: "What are you doing here? The Admiral of the Eastern Fleet is already in charge of this territory."

The Nazgûl hissed venomously: "Admiral, I do not want this Corsair scum in my sight again."

"Corsair scum?" the Captain roared.

The Admiral put a hand on his shoulder and asked urgently: "Don't you have to go and supervise the… transfer by your people?"

The Captain pulled himself loose and nodded brusquely. With a furious glance at the Nazgûl he left.

The Nazgûl asked: "What will you settle tomorrow?"

The Admiral answered hard as nails: "Oh, nothing special. We had company. A number of warriors, we locked those up. And a couple of youngsters: a young man – little more than a boy – and a young girl, maybe 10. I thought they'd make for a nice profit, so I ordered for them to be sold as slaves."

"Two youngsters, you said?" the Ringwraight asked. "All of that seems to match two not inconsiderable personae that just might have arrived here today. Is that… a mere coincidence?"

"Undoubtedly," the Easterling answered coolly.

Sauron's representative spoke coldly and threateningly: "Oh, but I do doubt it. What I do not doubt is that you know holding back information counts as high treason."

The Admiral's face set.

His lips pressed together, he reported: "Maybe I do remember something."

"I imagine your children will be very happy about that," the Nazgûl remarked viciously.

The Admiral was furious, but he kept himself in check, as a true Easterling.

The Ringwraight came to stand right in front of him and hissed: "Now, what can you tell me about Lord Marshal Peter and Leader Lucy?"

(Peter)

The Khândian mercenaries surrounded the children.

The slaver was an Easterling to, but the contrast with the Admiral, Captain Targutai and the Daimyo couldn't have been more striking. The warriors were relatively tall, almost as large as Westerners, and slim and hardened by want and battle. This man however was small, even for an Easterling, and corpulent, and his puffy face betrayed his prosperity.

Khamûl, Peter knew, had immensely supported the slave trade, which had been known, but very small scaled even in the early days of Eastern history. Most Shoguns – Peter knew that too – weren't happy about that and were rarely more positive than indifferent towards slavery. The Coastal Clans – who were seen as quite odd, but were unarguably Easterlings – had a tradition of Shoguns who didn't quite forbid slave trade, but rejected it on principle and subtly counteracted it.

What Peter didn't know and hardly could know, was how hard the previous troubled times and the tributes Sauron demanded had been and still were. Many Clans were in dire need of money; everywhere in Rhûn famine ruled or threatened. The Shoguns did what they could, added their own riches, but it simply wasn't enough. In all of Rhûn not enough gold and silver had been mined to ease the suffering. Because of that many Shoguns had been forced to allow slave trade; they did tax it extremely heavily, on one side so they could still thwart and on the other to make maximum profit out of the very lucrative trade.

The nobility in Rhûn – Peter did know that – always felt exalted above merchants, and for slavers they felt cold hatred and deep contempt. The relations usually were at best cold and functional.

So he wasn't exactly surprised when the noble who had sworn to protect Lucy didn't quite greet the small man kindly. He couldn't manage more than a nod. The merchant didn't even bother replying. After that the Daimyo just kept looking in front of him gruffly.

The merchant came to Lucy and grinned. "Well, well, what have we here?"

He only had to bend a little bit to look at her. With an almost hungry gaze he caressed the child's face.

Fearfully Lucy fell back, but one of the mercenaries came forward and stopped her. Peter wanted to intervene, but the Corsairs held him back. The ar-quan on the other hand unsheathed an inch of cold steel. The merchant withdrew.

He asked: "What is your name?"

Lucy remained quiet; she wouldn't answer this monster.

A second warrior from Khând stepped up to her and slapped her face. The girl screamed in pain. Peter struggled to break free from the strong grip of the men from Umbar. The Eastern noble drew both of his katana, but the other four mercenaries promptly surrounded him.

The man hesitated. He wasn't really afraid; he knew he could take four Khândians. But that might have tiresome consequences later on. No, for now he wouldn't step in. At least no bloodshed. But they better not go any further. An oath was an oath.

The man who had struck Lucy wasn't very bothered by all that.

He growled: "The slaver asked you a question, little bitch. What is your name?"

The girl sobbed, but answered mutedly.

The merchant responded viciously: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. Then we'll just have to give you one."

Lucy looked up and yelled: "No! You can't change my name. It's mine!"

She wouldn't let them take the last thing her father had given to her.

But the trader cruelly said: "Yours? We can't have that attitude around here, little slut. Nothing is yours anymore! You are someone else's property yourself."

A Khândian drew his sword and suggested: "Maybe a beating with the flat of the blade will teach her manners."

The merchant nodded.

The mercenary still holding Lucy changed position; he pushed her hands together near her belly. Peter shouted the most terrible curses at the man who had drawn his sword, lapsing into his own language in doing so. The Corsairs struggled to keep him back. Lucy was sobbing uncontrollably and tried in vain to get loose.

The mercenary behind her struck mercilessly.

But something happened then at lightning speed.

The Khândian looked on in bewilderment as his blade fell apart: a large part of the blade fell down, the hilt and a few inches of steel were still in his hand.

He looked around wildly. To his right he saw the ar-quan. Immediately he realized what had happened: the Easterling had used his superior katana to cut his own weapon in two.

The mercenary leapt back and seized for his spear. One of his colleagues came for the noble, but the latter kicked him away hard and prepared for a fight against the four others.

Then a new voice sounded: "That's quite enough!"

Everyone turned to the Corsair Captain from Umbar. The man looked rather angry.

The mercenaries fell back. The Daimyo re-sheathed his katana. The Corsairs let go of Peter and greeted their Captain.

The slave trader asked coldly: "And you think you can decide about this?"

"I can't," the Captain answered, with sharp contempt. "But the Admiral can. And he had said they were not to be harmed, hadn't he?"

That threw the merchant off balance. He couldn't go against the Admiral too much. Jarw – Tao wasn't known as the nicest kid of the block. Who had a quarrel with him, wasn't sure of his life.

So he ordered: "Take them in."

The Khândians glared daggers at the ar-quan and the Corsairs, but obeyed.

The mercenary holding Lucy grinned at her with a look every Easterling learned to recognize from childhood. A predator's look.

The Easterling drew his swords and threatened the Khândian.

"You will not touch her," he hissed.

The merchant quickly intervened: "Don't worry, Daimyo. Virgins usually mean more profit anyway."

The noble looked at him full of disgust and disdain.

Cold as ice he replied: "Nonetheless I would feel much better if I were to stay around for a while."

The merchant hesitated for a while, but apparently couldn't think of a polite refusal. And to refuse an Eastern noble impolitely was dangerous.

"Of course, my lord. Not a problem."

"Good," the ar-quan answered coolly.

The noble bowed slightly to Lucy, let her lead the way and followed right after her.

Author's note: There. Lucy and Peter enslaved. And they're the leaders of the Western world. So basically… Sauron won at this point.

Well, he would have if he had been a tiny bit smarter and more respectful to his Eastern warriors. Unfortunately for him, he left the Islands with one of many Lords who actually don't like their jobs. Of course, he's smarter than he seems now; obviously he has plans. But the Easterlings, who have been instrumental so far, could now spoil a lot of it. His 'evil alliance' is falling apart.

Thus, the only hope the West has is… the East.

What he doesn't know, and the Easterlings don't either, is that Peter and Lucy brought some serious back-up. Can Oreius, the Royal Guard and Drinian turn the tide? Well, come the dawn, the Emperor and Princess will see.

I hope this was more fulfilling than the last part. The actual story has officially begun. Well, it had before, but this is the point where it really starts to get going.

Now, on Eastern culture: I'll be getting into… let's say rather risky territory. So let a few things be clear, right off the bat. I made up this culture. While making it up, I didn't make it perfect. Why not? Because, even if the foundations are divine – the story itself will get to that – it's still being interpreted by Men, who are fundamentally flawed. Even the gods (can) have flaws. Some things, most blatantly slavery, are meant to make people frown and realize it's not how I see an ideal society. Even if I did make a society I could fall in love with, it'd still be flawed, because I am. And no, slavery, as you probably figured, was not introduced by Sauron. It was there when Rhûn was an independent Kingdom. The Eastern culture is first and foremost different from ours. When making it up, I drew from whatever I know about the Samurai and a bit of Islam, but I mixed in thoughts of my own. Is Easterling culture bad? No. Is it good? Well, it's meant to be. Is it better? Maybe. Probably the best answer to that is 'In some respects.' Is it perfect? Not at all. The biggest flaw – one that it shares with me, only I know it's a flaw, while Easterlings don't usually – is that they place far too much emphasis on education and not on individual character. The individual, to an Easterling, hardly ever matters.

Coming up next on 'The King, the Girl and the Lion: With a Vengeance': Peter and Lucy have been taken away, but so have Legolas, Gimli and 23 Gondorians. Not to the slaver, but to the dungeon. Who will they meet there? How have things been on the Islands? And what does the Admiral really want?

If you'd like to read something in quite a different style, for a change, and if you're getting used to waiting a long time for the next chapter (my friend and I both fail to upload as much as we'd like; unfortunately, it's quite impossible to spend all day writing), one story I can always advice is 'Yu-Gi-Oh: European Duel Academy' by Supreme Arcanite Magician. In the disclaimer I don't suspect many people read, I mentioned 'Angels should never touch the Ground' by consensual-candy. I think it's a good story and I'd like to recommend it. Also to be recommended is a fanfic I stumbled upon recently: 'Slave girl', a Narnia story with Lucy in the title role.

For people who prefer YouTube, there are lots of great videos out there. If Honest Trailers or CinemaSins inspire you to review, please do; I know my story is far from flawless, because it's written by a far from flawless being: me. But videos I can more warmly recommend are 'The king, the girl and the lion – Trailer' by Nonokun24, without which I wouldn't even have started the prequel. EdwardElricGirl200 also made a trailer for the prequel, and I think she did an amazing job.