Christmas Carols, for unsuitenedt.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )

The Sentinel, for Heliopausa.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )

The Smallest Present, for MiHnn.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )

(Untitled), for lady_Songsmith.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )

The News, for Tonzura123.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )

Handmade, for Vialethe.

Written by Tonzura123.
“It’s socks,” Edmund said ( Read more... )

Late Nights and Little Sisters, for WingedFlight21.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )

With Royal Beauty Bright, for Snacky.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )

On Border Patrol, for Snitchnipped.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )

Happy Days, for SophiaP.

Written by 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 ( Read more... )