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Christmas Carols, for [livejournal.com profile] unsuitenedt.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] snacky.
By Christmas, England is nothing but a half-remembered dream for the new Kings and Queens of Narnia. But some things don't fade, and Christmas traditions are remembered.

No one asks why there's a piano in Cair Paravel – if the Beavers can have a sewing machine, then why shouldn't there be a piano in the castle? And when Edmund suggests singing Christmas carols, "like Mother did," they all agree instantly.

So Peter sits at the piano to play (he wonders for a moment, how his fingers know what to do), and Susan and Lucy's voices mingle together, singing Silent Night.
Original prompt:

Something Christmassy! England or Narnia, book- or movie-verse. Peter and Susan are my favorites, but if the fantastic four aren't your thing, I'd love anything with Caspian or Tirian as well. Or if you're feeling like something a bit less mainstream, something with Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie would be interesting!

Mix & Match: Riding in the snow, open fires, mulled wine, Christmas under fire, carols on the piano, night before Christmas, bells.

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The Sentinel, for [livejournal.com profile] heliopausa.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] tantella.
A lonely light shines through the darkness, a single flickering candle’s humble offering of brightness and warmth against the winter’s chill. Its glow cuts through the quiet stillness of the wood, the valiant, unfailing flame burning as it has since the First Days. The iron sentinel waits alone as always, but this night is different. Hope, a weak and tiny flame itself after a century of ice, shines in the darkness as the faint singing of the long-silent Stars whispers down through the snow-heavy trees. The sentinel’s long watch is nearly complete; something wonderful is coming with the breaking dawn.
Original prompt:

I want: something gentle, refreshing to the spirit and/or happy.
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(Untitled), for [livejournal.com profile] lady_songsmith.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] unsuitenedt.
Susan was enjoying the chance to wander the Archennish city on her own schedule. The air was filled with excitement, ‘Like Christmas Eve,’ she thought, ‘though it’s only just December.’ She overheard a young girl say proudly to her friend that that night she would put “hay and carrots” in her shoes “for Father Christmas’s horse.” Susan puzzled over that. Hay in shoes? Horse? Besides, Father Christmas had reindeer. But the two children had moved on to talking happily of the chocolate and oranges they’d get, and some other thing –peppernotes?- that Susan didn’t recognize. Another Christmas treat, she supposed.
Original prompt:

Non-Narnian (country) celebrations
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The Smallest Present, for [livejournal.com profile] mihnn.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] crescent_gaia.
Lucy was happy that they were celebrating Christmas in Narnia, especially with the sockings they filled. Peter filled the toe in her stocking with what looked like a Satsuma. Might taste like one, too she thought.

“Missed one.” Susan gave Lucy a small present.

“Oops,” Lucy said as she quickly opened the small package. Opening the small box, she smiled as she saw a pendant of Aslan on a silver chain. Turning it over, she read “Always with you” before hugging it to herself. She let Susan help her put it on before hugging her sister tightly. “Best Christmas ever.”
Original prompt:

Anything. Whatever strikes your fancy. I am partial to the sibling relationship between the Pevensies. I like gen, hurt/comfort, angst, humour etc.
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Late Nights and Little Sisters, for [livejournal.com profile] wingedflight21.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] sophiap.
There was no clock, but Edmund knew how long he had been working by the height of his candle. It was almost down to the socket, and yet his desk was still swamped with paper.

He lit a new candle off the old, and heard a chiding “Edmund...”

He sighed. “Lucy, the Archenland delegation will be here - “

“Tomorrow. And not until late.” Lucy plucked the pen from his hand. “Look at what you just wrote, Ed.”

He tried. His handwriting was past illegible.

Lucy shepherded him from the library, firm for all that she was called ‘the Gentle.’
Original prompt:

Dragon in winter, awesome ladies, leaving behind the melancholy, swamped, staying up all night (mix and match!).
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Handmade, for [livejournal.com profile] vialethe.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] tonzura123.
“It’s socks,” Edmund said.

“I knitted them myself.” Lucy smiled.

Peter covered a snort with a series of coughs. Susan hit Peter with her own gift and passed it to Lucy.

“Mittens!” Lucy cried. She stuffed the burgundy mitts over he hands and curled her fingers. “I love them, Susan. Thank you.”

Edmund tossed this brother a small package, which turned out to be—

“What in Cold Cal is this?”

“It’s an electric razor!”

“I won’t need to shave for five years, Edmund.”

But Peter grinned and passed Susan her gift; his finished manuscript for The Horse and his Boy.
Original prompt:

Holidays with the Pevensies! What kind of gifts do they give each other, either in Narnia or after their return? Edmund and Susan are my favorites, but I love all four of them.
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The News, for [livejournal.com profile] tonzura123.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] snitchnipped.
The Squirrel’s news left him dumb with shock as he watched his friend scamper off. In disbelief, he scraped a fistful of snow off of the nearest branch and splayed out his fingers. It did not sift through his fingers as expected. Instead, it lay clumped tight in his palm.

“We best get on our way, boys, before it’s too late,” he said to the shaggy reindeer. “There are children to see and gifts to deliver!” With a hearty laugh, Father Christmas mounted his sleigh. It had been 100 years too long, and he wasn’t about to waste another moment.
Original prompt:

Father Christmas.
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With Royal Beauty Bright, for [livejournal.com profile] snacky.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] gehayi.
Caspian, fearing his new bride would be homesick, gave her the best of Christmases: feasting in Trufflehunter's sett; gift-giving in Trumpkin's hall; and decorating a plump fir in Cair Paravel's gardens (to its dryad's delight).

Then, at midnight on Christmas Eve, Lilliandil woke him. "My relatives have arrived." And she opened the window. "Merry Christmas, beloved."

Silvery light poured in, and with it a song of crystalline purity. For a moment, Caspian was confused. Then he gazed up at the heavens and understood.

Wrapping his arm about her, he watched as the stars danced and the sky caroled with joy.
Original prompt:

Something holiday themed! I'd love it if Caspian or Rilian (or both!) were involved.
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On Border Patrol, for [livejournal.com profile] snitchnipped.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] heliopausa.
Peter surveyed the Leopard. The stars shone hard as diamonds: another bitter night. Behind him, the silent patrol made camp. He stared blankly into darkness.

They’d be decorating the tree at the Cair now – laughing, singing, hanging this year’s – the fifteenth! – exquisite bauble. Red Dwarf work: golden, delicate, warm jewels glowing…

He shrugged, focussing on reality: poor, hard ground, scrubby pine-forest – before him, one tiny, scrawny tree…

Unexpectedly, the High King laughed – and dropped, manoeuvring… just…so!

…and smiled to see it: a Christmas Tree for border-guards, its thin, gallant branches ablaze with the stars of the Leopard, bright as diamonds.
Original prompt:

Peter and a Christmas tree. Either world. Serious or funny. Just no Peter/Tree smut. ;-)
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Happy Days, for [livejournal.com profile] sophiap.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] mihnn.
Susan sighed happily as she stood out in the snow, letting the snowflakes coat her hair and lashes. There had been a time when she had wanted nothing more than to defeat a Snow Queen and get rid of winter. But, time had passed and she had missed Christmas and all that it had meant.

Susan gasped when she felt a cold, wet ball of snow hit her in the face.

Lucy giggled. “You can’t catch me if you tried.”

Susan shook off the snow and ran after her sister. “You asked for it.”

It was good to be home.
Original prompt:

Susan and Lucy bonding as sisters. Something holiday themed would be delightful.
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Bringer of Hope, for [livejournal.com profile] gehayi.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] wingedflight21.
“The name came from the race of men,” Father Christmas explained, “For like the saint of your legends, I bring the gift of hope. But in this world, I am not constrained to act only on the day of my feast. I come when all seems lost; I bring the promise of relief.”

Lucy considered his words, heels kicking against the stone of the wall on which she sat beside him. “You’re saying it will be all right. That the sickness won’t spread.”

“I am telling you not to give up,” he corrected. “Now, is there anymore of that lemonade?”
Original prompt:

How Christmas or Father Christmas came to Narnia. (After all, Christ wasn't born as a child in Narnia; Christ is Aslan. So why is there a Christmas?)
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Possible Miracle Cures, for [livejournal.com profile] crescent_gaia.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] vialethe.
“Gifts are supposed to make one jolly, Edmund,” Lucy admonishes gently when Susan shepherds in his surprise – a fox, two satyrs and a squirrel family he recalls well, carved stark in his mind. The old fox proposes a toast, and the prickle of claws run like memory down Edmund's back as two young squirrels use him for climbing practice, unafraid of him now, making everything so different from that morning a year past in melting snow that he can think of only one thing to say, forcing words past the lump in his throat.

“But I am.”
Original prompt:

A family Christmas - any type of family, be it one on Narnia or one on Earth or a mix of the both. If they don't want to write that, anything cute of the Caspian/Susan nature works, but I would like it to have a slant on Christmas, please.
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(Untitled), for [livejournal.com profile] tantella.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] lady_songsmith.
Making a list, checking it twice! Twice and thrice and many times again. There were so many visits to keep track of! He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice! Catchy tune, Father Christmas thought to himself. Foolish humans, though. As though he set himself up to arbitrate every soul's behaviour. Why, if he had to watch everyone for signs of wrong-doing, he'd have no time to make gifts! nor anyone to gift, for that matter. No, no, wishes were the thing. Wishes and need and good hearty cheer. His task, as it always was, is to bring joy.
Original prompt:

Something Christmas-y! Some prompts below, but write whatever makes you happy and fits into a drabble!

  • Father Christmas preparing for his night
  • Celebrating in other lands
  • Caspian's first Christmas as King (assuming it wasn't celebrated under Miraz)
  • Christmas in hiding (during Telmarine rule)
  • Narnian Christmas bedtime stories
  • Is Father Christmas the same in Narnia as in England? (however you wish to interpret this question)
  • Is Christmas celebrated in Aslan's Country (pre- or post-LB)?

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