So, I'm back with another chapter. Thanks to everyone that left a review, it really boosts my self esteem ;) Disclaimer: I'm not C.S. Lewis, so I obviously don't own Narnia. Also, quick A/N, I'm still fairly new to the whole writing thing, and I'm also pretty young(14) so please bear with me while I attempt to not suck at all this. Thanks.


As morning set over Narnia, Eli found herself traveling towards Mr. Tumnus's home. As she passed the through the trees, she couldn't help but to feel uneasy. It was as though a dark aura had been cast upon the whole forest, not that it was a particularly new feeling, But still, Eli sensed that something terrible was to happen that day.

Shaking her head, Eli focused on her surroundings. To most, all they would see was a forest in the midst of winter, but Eli saw much more. The snow fell upon the trees slowly and softly, as though it was afraid to harm their branches. The ground made a slight crunch with every step Eli took, creating what sounded almost like a soft melody combined with the whistle of the wind. Even in this dreadful winter, Eli still found so much beauty in the world around her.

As she reached Tumnus's door, a sense of uneasiness settled in her stomach. With a slight knock, the door cautiously opened as Mr. Tumnus came into view. He breathed a sigh of relief before quickly shuffling her in, and promptly shutting the door behind her. Once in, Eli took notice of the fact that she and the faun were not alone. In front of her stood a beaver, one she had seen multiple times while hiding out in the trees. With a slight nod in his direction, Eli turned to face her friend.

"What's going on?" she inquired. Tumnus was shaking, clearly frightened. "Th-the witch," he began as he made his way towards the two. "She's coming for me." Eli tensed, before quickly approaching the faun. Taking his hands in hers, stared into his eyes while speaking firmly. "I won't let her do anything to you, my dear friend. I'll make sure you are safe." Tumnus appeared to be on the verge of tears as he shook his head.

Addressing the two, he spoke solemnly. "I-I'm afraid there's no-nothing you can do f-for me." His voice broke repeatedly as he stepped away from Eli. "She will find me, no matter what. But there is something you two can do for me." he turned around to grab something off of his wooden table that had provided many years of great use, before walking over towards the beaver. Bending down to his level, the faun opened his hands to reveal the hankie Lucy Pevensie had given him the night before.

"Give this to Lucy Pevensie." he instructed his friends as he handed the hankie over. "Tell her what happened to me." Standing once more, he turned towards Eli to address her. "Watch over her." he instructed. "Protect her. And no matter what happens, keep that little girl safe. She and her family are our only hope." Sighing, Eli suddenly pulled the faun into a tight embrace, not wanting to let her friend face what was undoubtedly to come. Pulling apart, Tumnus sniffed slightly, before forcing a smile at the girl.

Eli turned to the beaver. "Come on. We need to leave." he frowned, but followed her none the less. And as they approached the door, they cast a brief glance behind them one last time, before walking into the cold.

The beaver led the way as they sank further and further into the woods. Everything around them seemingly portrayed the way the two felt. The trees seemed to slouch in defeat, and the wind seemed to stand still, as though it were afraid to move, in fear of falling. But as they continued, they made slight conversation. "So," Eli spoke whilst still facing forward. "what should I call you?" the beaver chuckled slightly before responding. "Mr. Beaver will do just fine, child. And what should I call you?"

It was Eli's turn to laugh at his nickname for her. "Everyone calls me Eli. And I can assure you, I am far older than you." Mr. Beaver grinned at realizing his mistake. He knew her age was beyond anything he could imagine, but after all these years, she had still retained the appearance of a sixteen year old girl. Suddenly, Eli stopped, and took in a sharp intake of breathe. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and what she saw broke her heart.

The witch stood over Mr. Tumnus as her wolves tore his beloved home to shreds. Eli had to hold back tears as she watched them tear apart books that had no doubt belonged to his family for generations, as they knocked over countless vases and pictures, and shattered them to bits. And all the while, the witch stood there, watching this all take place, with a wicked smile on her face. Eli could feel Tumnus's fear, and, reaching through their mind link, sent him feelings of peace, and comfort, and let him know that he was not alone. Sensing this magic, Eli watched as the witch turned to Tumnus with a snarl, before bringing her hand down on him, and knocking the faun out cold.

With a gasp, Eli's eyes rolled back to their original place. Placing a light hand against hers, Mr. Beaver looked up at her, silently asking what she had seen. Holding back tears, Eli spoke. "It's Tumnus. The witch took him." An eerie silence fell over the two as they let this new information sink in. Time seemed to stand still as everything stopped. The trees stopped swaying, and the wind all but vanished. It was as though the whole forest was taking a moment to mourn at this new information.

Shaking her head, Eli let out an uneven sigh. Turning to look at her companion, she nodded towards a tree. "Come on, our best chance is to hide until Lucy returns. I have a feeling she will not be coming alone, though." Mr. Beaver, coming out of his trance-like state, nodded, before making his way up the tree. Eli followed, pulling herself through the branches, climbing with the ease of a monkey. Reaching a reasonable height, she swung one leg over a branch and leaned her back against the tree trunk, with Mr. Beaver sitting on the branch next to her. And as the tree softly sang a calming melody, they waited.


About an hour later, Eli's eyes shot open, as she felt the presence of four people appear in Narnia, two of the felt familiar, but the others did not. Turning towards her companion, she only needed to utter two words for him to know what she had felt. "They're here."

As they made their way down the tree, Eli couldn't help but feel solemn, knowing she would have to give the heartbreaking news to Lucy. Sighing, she jumped from a branch, and planted her feet firmly on the ground. "Let's go." she instructed. "The first place Lucy will take them is to Mr. Tumnus's." Nodding his head, they began their walk. They had gone a reasonable distance from the home, so as to not be seen or felt by the witch, so Eli suspected that Lucy and her family would get their slightly before them. And as usual, she was right.

For when they neared the house, Eli could her the arguing of two unfamiliar voices. She made to approach the family, but Mr. Beaver stuck a hand out in front of her. Staring up at her face hidden beneath the hood of her cloak, he gestured towards the bickering brother and sister. "Best you stay here, hidden in the trees. Don't want to risk you being seen by any of the witch's spies." Groaning jokingly, Eli nodded her head, as she watched Mr. Beaver slowly approach them.

"Psst!" she heard him say, as the family quickly stopped speaking. Ironically, a bird tweeted just as he did. "Did that bird, just "psst" us?" Eli heard the eldest sister say. She held back a laugh as she watched the family exit the house. They jumped in shock as Mr. Beaver cracked a branch, and rustled a bush. Eli rolled her eyes. 'He couldn't have been a bit more quiet?' she thought to herself as she suppressed a chuckle. Mr. Beaver made his way out from behind a snow covered rock, and the family visible relaxed at this revelation.

"It's," Lucy began as they made their way closer. "It's a beaver." As they slowly made their way towards him, the eldest brother stuck his hand out, as they he had food in it, and began trying to coax Mr. Beaver closer to him. Eli let out a silent chuckle when the Pevensies jumped after Mr. Beaver spoke. "Well I ain't gonna smell it! If that's what ya want."

Lucy giggled while her brother pulled his hand back, cautiously apologizing. Shifting slightly, Mr. Beaver spoke in a serious tone. "Lucy Pevensie?" he inquired to the giggling girl. Quickly silencing her laughter, she approached the creature with wide eyes. "Y-Yes?" she spoke softly.

Without speaking, Mr. Beaver reached out a hand, and in it, he held the white hankie Mr. Tumnus hand given him before. Taking it from him, Lucy gazed at it curiously, before a look of realization spread across her young face. "Hey, that's the hankie I gave to Mr.–" she said before she was interrupted.

"Tumnus." Mr. Beaver finished for her. "He got it to me just before they took him." Sadness crept it's way into his voice. "Is her alright? Where's Eli?" Lucy inquired, glancing around. Glancing around, Mr. Beaver spoke barely above a whisper, "Further in." before making his way back to Eli. Joining her side, they watched the siblings have what appeared to be a heated conversation. Looking up to her, he whispered, "Do you think they'll trust us?" Glancing back over to the family, Eli shrugged before responding. "Lucy trusts us, well, me at least, and they trust Lucy, so I guess we'll just have to hope for the best." Mr. Beaver nodded, before heading back towards the family, and interrupting whatever they were arguing about.

"Everything alright?" he asked from atop the rock he had been behind moments before. Turning around, the blond haired boy spoke first. "Yes. We were just talking." Glancing around, Mr. Beaver spoke in a hushed voice. "That's best left for safer quarters." Before turning around, and heading towards Eli once more. Lucy faced her siblings, and spoke in whisper, "He means the trees." before they all followed after him, each glancing around them.

As they grew closer to where Eli stood, Lucy suddenly rushed her way, having spotted the familiar black cloak. "Eli!" she practically shouted as she jumped into the girl's arms, her brother failing at grabbing a hold of her arms. Eli chuckled quietly as she returned Lucy's tight embrace. "It's good to see you too, Lucy." she said as she let go of the young girl. Lucy went to speak again, but Eli quickly brought a finger to her own mouth, in a way of telling her not to speak. "We'll talk later." She whispered. "It's not safe to speak out in the open here." Nodding in understanding, Lucy held onto her hand as they followed after Mr. Beaver.

As they passed through between two large hill sides, the eldest Pevensies took in their surroundings with wide eyes. All around them, stood trees, and hills, and large stones, all covered in pure white. They hadn't seen snow like this in their entire lives, and they couldn't help but be entranced by the dangerous beauty that it held. As the started to fall behind, Eli glanced over her shoulder to address them. "Don't fall behind. It's dangerous to be out here after nightfall. Taking one last glance around, they quickly followed them through an arch between two large walls.

As night began to fall, a small house made of twigs and branches came into view. "Oh, blimey!" Mr. Beaver announced as they drew closer. "Looks like the old girl's got the kettle on! Nice cup o' rosie lee." Smiling brightly, Lucy commented to the beaver "It's lovely." Humbly, he responded "it's merely a trifle." Eli smiled at the interaction, before commenting offhandedly "Nicer than my home." Looking up at her, Lucy inquired "Where do you live?" Chuckling, Eli responded lightly. "I sleep in the trees. You'd be surprised by how comfortable they are." Lucy shrugged, as they reached the house.

Mrs. Beaver came rushing out the door to scold her husband. "Beaver? Is that you? If I find out you've been hanging with Badger again I'll–" she abruptly stopped as five humans came into view. "O-oh, she breathed out. "Well, those aren't badgers." Eli smirked at the woman's awestruck face. "Well, I never thought I'd see this day." she spoke, sounding on the verge of tears. She abruptly turned to her husband, smacking him on the arm as she spoke. "Look at my fur. You couldn't give me ten minutes warning?"

Eli stepped forward to speak, effectively cutting off Mr. Beaver from saying anything. "Well, in my opinion, you look lovely Mrs. Beaver." she said as she pulled down her hood, revealing a warm smile. Mrs. Beaver blushed(A/N: Can beavers blush? Idk.) before speaking. Well, don't just stand there, come inside, the lot of ya. And as they all made their way inside, Eli stood back with Mr. Beaver. They both couldn't help but notice Edmund staring off somewhere in the distance. "Enjoying the scenery are we?" Mr. Beaver asked, bringing Edmund out of his trance. Ignoring his question, Edmund made his way inside, Mr. Beaver following. But Eli stayed back for a minute, glancing up at where Edmund had been. And as she stared at the two large mountains, Eli thought to herself one question. 'Why was Edmund looking towards the witch's castle?' But once again, she shook her head, and ducked inside the house, pulling the door shut behind her.


So, that's chapter four. I hope you liked it. Sorry if I kinda suck, I'm really bad at the whole imagery thing. English class has never been my strong point, haha. But yeah, let me know what you thought, if you have any advice, that would be great. SEE YA!