A/N: Not my best, but I ran out of time this morning. It was fun to write Puddleglum, though.
Prompt: "To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with." ~ Mark Twain
"Never thought he'd make it so far, myself," Puddleglum remarked to the dwarf standing on his left. "Why, if you'd have seen Rillian when we discovered him in the underground… you woulda thought he was walking dead or something. Mark my words, he won't last long at all as king."
The dwarf, whose name was Pazuk, chuckled. "Aye, but you can't deny it's a good thing for Narnia now." He waved a hand at the celebration in the forest glade unfolding before them. A feast was being spread, decorations were unfurled, and the fauns were beginning to dance.
Puddleglum sighed. "Tomorrow it'll be a funeral, you know. But it does look rather nice." He leaned back in the chair and brought his injured foot up to rest on his knee as he gazed out at the festivities.
"Of course it looks nice!" Pazuk laughed again. "It's a celebration, Puddleglum. Don't be so glum, for one day in your life."
"That would rob me of all sense and logic." Puddleglum shook his head. "Still, can't think but that it might happen someday. What'll become of me then, I wonder?"
Pazuk slapped Puddleglum on the shoulder. "You'll have fun, be merry! Like all of us!"
"Laughter isn't the greatest medicine, you know."
Music was starting up across the clearing. Without even realizing it, Puddleglum's fingers began tapping with the rhythm.
The dwarf laughed again. "Nay, it's Aslan's work that's the best medicine. Laughter and joy's a byproduct of that."
Puddleglum nodded, thinking of the signs Aslan had given them to follow. "Aye, you're right there, Pazuk. Blessed be the Lion."
Pazuk grinned widely in agreement. "Now, I'll bring something for us to eat… we had eels shipped in— roast eel sound fine to you?"
"Likely they went bad on the way here," Puddleglum said, "but I'll take the risk. If you eat them with me so we can get food poisoning together."
"Of course! Gotta try these Marshwiggle delicacies." Pazuk walked off with that, chuckling.
"He's celebrating I think," he said to himself with a glance over his shoulder at the Marshwiggle. "In his own way."