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Just an idea...
You could do the scene from Prince Caspian with Lucy and Aslan in the forest? Like as below? I was thinking watercolour could create this really well (I'm a fellow artist) so yeah :)
Great minds think alike - I've got this in the works at the moment! Started it a few months ago and then got distracted - you know how it is haha as an artist! Might come back to it sometime and finish it off so I can share it on here. I love this scene too!
what artists dont tell you is that every compliment is actually 100 compliments because they'll go back to re-read it 100 times and it'll make them feel fuzzy all over again every single time
Mmm feeling kinda artsy and wanting to paint something Narnian, any ideas for my next painting?
That is Cair Paravel, Castle of the four thrones. In one of which you will sit, as High King. You doubt the prophecy?
To Love Is To Be Vulnerable ~ Peter Pevensie
Okay, so I've never let anyone ever read any of my fanfics before but I've decided once and for all to take the plunge and share some of my scribbles! Hope you like it!
Just a disclaimer: This work (and the title) is inspired by a quote by CS Lewis. I just want to be clear that this quote isn't mine. I was only inspired by it. I also reference a Tennyson quote - this isn't mine either! I also drew some inspiration from That's When by Taylor Swift. :)
Summary: The Reader is engaged to Peter during the Golden Age but is facing doubts and fears over their relationship.
Word count: 1.5K
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death
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“Are you saying that you don’t want to marry me anymore?”
Y/N exhaled, grappling for the right words as she faced her husband-to-be. “No, I…I just…I need some time…some space…to think about all of this.”
“Oh…okay.” He toed the floor with his boot, before lifting his head to peer at her beneath his golden fringe with such solemnity that she nearly caved right there and then. “I-I get it. I’ll still be here.”
He gave her a weak smile. Y/N thanked him and turned away quickly before he could see the tears beginning to spill down her cheeks.
She had almost reached her chambers when she rounded a corner and nearly flew headlong into Edmund.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed as they both tried to apologise at once. Then he caught sight of her face. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she gulped, “I just-”
Unable to summon any excuse, she bolted for her door, leaving Edmund entirely nonplussed as it banged shut.
She sank down against it, tears coming on quite freely now that she was safely alone, heart in turmoil. She didn’t even want to think about what Peter must be feeling - she couldn’t think of him - mustn’t. She knew my words had been hard to hear and even harder to say.
Y/N looked down at the ring on her left hand and twisted it around her finger, touching the large jewel set in its middle. Peter had given it to her a few months ago- on a balmy summer evening so romantic she’d swooned every time she thought about it after- before he had gone to war. Before she had experienced the agony of waiting and wondering, nights when she’d cried herself to sleep, the tears on her pillow her only comfort, unsure if she would ever see his face again, not knowing if he was dead or alive. He had promised the battle would be over in one. After three he still hadn't returned. Everyone in Cair Paravel had begun to doubt his ever returning, until he had reappeared, dishevelled and sporting a few fresh scars, but victorious.
She had managed to join in the celebrations, plastering a smile on her face that didn’t match her feelings. Oh, she was happy to have Peter back, that was certain. It had been the greatest relief of her life when he turned up at her chambers the day he returned. But now that heavenly love that had consumed her was embedded with fear.
Laying her head back against the hardness of the door, she opened her mouth and let out a sob. She loved Peter more than words. But how could she condemn herself to a life of torment, of that hideous, unbearable feeling, every time he went to war? It was unavoidable as king, especially High King. And he was a good king too; he put himself on the frontline of every conflict, every problem. But there was not a thing she could do to protect him. She would simply have to sit back and let him go every time battle called.
Peter had soon realised that something was not quite right with her after he returned. And that was when she’d had to tell him - look into his beautiful blue eyes and tell him what she was feeling. Their wedding day had been set for a date now less than three months away, but Y/N was beginning to doubt if she could face a love filled with such risk. Their marriage - once so joyful and hopeful a thought - was now tainted by these claws of fear.
Oh, she just couldn’t face loving him only to lose him!
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Days passed. Every morning Y/N woke, Peter’s face was conjured up in her mind. He was always laughing in the image - his face splitting to release his glorious laugh - but privately she shed many tears as she went about slowly getting ready for breakfast.
She would catch him watching her over meals, his eyes gazing upon her with an unspoken ache before she would quickly look away. They exchanged pleasantries under perfect politeness, but there was a gaping chasm between them. Yet under the guise of it all was the fact that Peter had respected Y/N’s wishes and given her the space she’d asked for, which only made her love him more.
One morning she was sitting in the upstairs library. She was surrounded by books, but there was not a thought of reading in her mind. She simply sat, seeing but not really seeing, her mind paralysed over a golden haired king.
The door gave a familiar creak, ripping her from her inner turmoil. She looked up. It was only Edmund.
He came in silently and sat down across from her, peering at the title of the book on the table. Y/N idly returned to her misery.
“So, how long have you been sitting here pining over him?”
She started. “Pardon?”
The corner of his mouth tugged into a wry smile. “Oh come on, Y/N. We all know that you and Peter are on a slight…hiatus.”
She shook her head. “It’s not what you think. It’s just…” She studied him, wondering how much to tell. Something about Edmund always made her longing to tell him her problems just so she could get his verdict. “I’m scared that…if I marry him…one of these days he’s going to go to battle and never come back.”
She looked away, blinking hard, having never expressed it in so many words.
He was quiet for a moment. “You’re afraid of getting your heart broken?” He didn’t sound accusing, only sympathetic.
“Well…yes. Yes, I suppose that’s it.”
Edmund smoothed his hand over the arm of his chair, forehead sporting his thoughtful expression. “You know, any kind of love holds an element of risk.” He went on. “Love requires a certain level of vulnerability.”
“What-what do you mean?”
“Well, you can love no one and nothing, put your heart in a box and protect it from ever being broken. Or, you can be vulnerable, love without restraint and chance the danger of getting hurt. But it’s up to you to take that risk, or risk being stale forever.”
Y/N stared at him. “But…but isn’t it dreadful to take the risk -of loving someone- and then lose them?”
Edmund smiled. “But isn’t it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?”
She was silent, her mind whirling. He had totally got her there. She stood and walked to the window, overlooking the castle gates. Peter was just outside. She watched him interacting with a young centaur, her heart thumping.
And suddenly, the storm in her mind stilled. The ache ceased and the gnawing in her chest faded so at last she could feel her own heartbeat, gentle and rhythmic.
“Oh, thank you Ed!” she cried. He only smiled to himself as she bolted from the room.
She flew along the castle hallways, down the marble staircase, and out the main door, nearly colliding with a servant carrying a basket of oranges. “Oh! Sorry!” she exclaimed, helping her to right the wobbling mound of fruit, before rushing to the front gate. Peter was still there, just coming in. His head snapped up when he saw her.
Y/N ran to him, skirts flying, and threw herself into his arms.
“Oh Peter! I’m sorry! I-” she halted, suddenly realising how hard it was to talk.
He laughed, that glorious sound filling the air for real this time. “Hey! Catch your breath for a moment.”
Gulping, she looked up at him. “I love you.” It came out breathlessly. “I can never stop loving you.”
His face lit up as he grinned. “I love you too.”
She pushed herself against him, feeling his heart beat a steady, strong rhythm deep in his chest. “It was dreadful when you were away, I can’t pretend it wasn’t.”
He hung his head. “I know. I put you through alot.”
“I can’t bear the thought of losing you, Peter.” She told him, “I couldn’t stand the idea of you going to battle again. But I don’t care now. It’s a risk I’m willing to take. It’s a small price for getting to love you.”
He stared at her as though he was mesmerised. “Are you sure? I know it’s a big ask for you to be my wife.”
She nodded, eyes gleaming as she gazed at him. “I don’t like my life without you in it. I will love you with all my heart until my dying breath.”
He wrapped his arms around her then, hugging her so hard he lifted her off her feet, his face mushed into the crook of her neck. It was quiet, barely audible, but she heard his muffled whisper. “I love you so much. Thank you for letting me back into your heart.”
Y/N pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, unwilling to break any more contact than was necessary. “You never left it,” she whispered before she kissed him. “You have my heart always.”
She knew it was true.
To love is to be vulnerable.
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Well, there we go! Thank you for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think!
So...if we can get a Lord of the Rings show, I think that we should also get a show about the Golden Age of Narnia, and they should recast the original siblings, because they are now the appropriate age of when the golden age took place. Just putting that out there...
Do you really think that modern Hollywood won’t mess it up? I don’t. They would retcon characters and make so many changes it would be a spiteful mess that spits on C.S. Louis grave. 
As much as I do like the idea, I agree with you. The three movies were great but I thought they progressively strayed more and more from the actual books. So considering they couldn't even keep to the plot when there were entire books to work from, I doubt they could represent the Golden Age well when there's so little written about it.
But I always thought a Horse and His Boy movie might be cool.
So...if we can get a Lord of the Rings show, I think that we should also get a show about the Golden Age of Narnia, and they should recast the original siblings, because they are now the appropriate age of when the golden age took place. Just putting that out there...
'"That, O Man," said Aslan, "is Cair Paravel of the four thrones, in one of which you must sit as King. I show it to you because you are the first-born and you will be High King over all the rest."'
Okay so I painted this awhile ago and I did cheat a little in this scene because I didn't want to paint the Narnian camp and all those itty bitty tents! I also added the outline of Cair Paravel on the horizon.
Painted with watercolours! :)
So I haven't been on here in months but have just popped on and it makes me so happy to see all the people who have liked or reblogged my artwork. You are all so kind! So if any of you are seeing this, I just wanna say thank you. <3
Also, I'm considering sharing fanfic on here. I've been scribbling fics away in notebooks for years but have reached a point where I feel like I wanna share what I write. I'm still trying to learn my way around Tumblr but if anyone had any tips/advice that would be greatly appreciated! :)
I need to know what Aslan said to Edmund. I must know this so I can change, just as Ed changed when he became King Edmund the Just
*photo from Pinterest
Aslan would have told him that even though he screwed up royally beyond all recognition, is full of self hate and condemnation, and thinks he can never do anything right, and doesn't deserve a second chance, and will never be accepted back by his siblings
That he hasn't screwed up beyond what Aslan can save
That he doesn't have to hate and condemn himself
That his mistakes are all covered, and can be turned around for his good
That even if he doesn't deserve a second chance, he's getting one anyway
That Aslan accepts him even if his siblings don't anymore
That Aslan accepts him even if he can't even accept himself anymore
That no one can screw up beyond what Aslan can save, not even him, who sold them all to the Witch
Aslan rewrote his destiny despite his mistake
That even a traitor may mend
CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE
THIS MALE
Prince Caspian Concept Art by Justin Sweet
Artwork found here.
Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids. - C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Adults always told me one day I would grow up and I wouldn’t be obsessed with my favorite fantasy worlds anymore. They said I would be content with life on earth…They were wrong.
A collection of some of my favourite on set/behind the set photos of The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008)
“Oh Trees, Trees, Trees,” said Lucy (though she had not been intending to speak at all). “Oh Trees, wake, wake, wake. Don’t you remember it? Don’t you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come out, come to me.”
