Fanfic : Crossing Borders
Title: Crossing Borders
Author maaike_fluffy
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian movie-verse
Pairing: Caspian/Susan
Rating: Fiction rated K
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia were created and written by C. S. Lewis. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Prince Caspian and the Pevensies continue their life after their farewell, but none of them can stop dwelling on the past.Then Caspian makes a decision; If she can't come to him, then he'll have to find her. Movie-verse. Not beta-ed.
Chapter 1: The Horn and the Tree
Disclaimer: Full rights of The Chronicles of Narnia and it's characters lie with C.S. Lewis and Disney. No copyright infringement is intended.
Music to match: This is Home, by Switchfoot (Original Soundtrack Prince Caspian)
The Crown of Narnia
King Caspian did not have time to walk by the cave or the tree the next day, or the day after. Though the war was over now, neither the Narnians nor the Telmarines had gotten used to the recent changes yet, and the war was still fresh in everyone’s mind. Caspian spent a great deal of his time as King travelling his kingdom; talking to his people and soothing the small arguments that appeared everywhere. It was not realistic to assume that the Telmarines would willingly share their land with beings that they were taught to fear and despise. The Narnians in their turn, couldn’t easily forgive the Telmarines for chasing them in the woods and killing so many of their kin. Though Narnians and Telmarines lived separately for the most part, small conflicts would arise whenever they came in contact. Caspian’s charm and charisma, which had saved him at his first encounter with a Narnian gathering, was a great asset in settling these disputes. And though Caspian felt it would take many years still before the peace in his lands would be restored completely, he could see tolerance and acceptance among his people starting to grow. Only yesterday he had seen a Narnian lynx allowing a Telmarine child to stroke his fur, and the image served as a hopeful beacon for the future.
Pushing the curtains over the entrance aside, Caspian entered his richly decorated and furnished tent. Red banners with lions and golden ornaments were prominent in his temporary stay, an idea of Reepicheep no doubt, but Caspian only had eyes for the comfortable and inviting recliner that stood in the corner. Allowing himself to sink back between its soft cushions, Caspian let his head fall back and closed his eyes with a sigh.
“I do hope you weren’t planning on sleeping, Caspian. They’re waiting for you at the banquet.”
The voice took Caspian by surprise, but he recognised it immediately. He smiled and opened a single eye to look at his professor. “Five more minutes?” Professor Cornelius chuckled at their running joke but grunted as he sat down in a nearby seat, his age starting to affect his joints.
“Nobody said being a King was easy.” Professor Cornelius looked over his glasses at his former pupil, who sat up straighter.
“My uncle made it look so easy.” Caspian said, rubbing his eyes.
“Ah yes.” The professor nodded. “But your uncle wasn’t particularly famous for his interest in the people.” He groaned again as he shifted in his seat. “Then again, even your uncle was often a busy man. I seemed to remember it was very hard to get a hold of him.”
Caspian didn’t reply, but nodded and looked around the room with unseeing eyes. He remembered the look in the eyes of King Peter. Despite his youthful appearance, those eyes showed how hard his life had been, and what tough decisions he had made. No, Caspian knew it wasn’t easy to be King.
“For what it’s worth, my young King, I think you are doing exceptionally well. You have already won the love, respect and loyalty of your people in this short time. Remember that the effort that you put in them will be repaid a thousand fold.”
Caspian smiled at the encouragements of his former mentor. Of all people, he valued the opinion on Professor Cornelius above all. I should make him my new counsellor. “Thank you.” Caspian rose from his seat, ready now to face the banquet.
“Just a minute, Caspian.” Professor Cornelius rose from his seat slowly, and Caspian had to grip his elbow to steady him as he got to his feet. “You will be needing this.” The Professor picked up the crown that lay on the end table and handed it to Caspian. “Your people are expecting their King.”
Caspian took the crown and looked at it in his hands. He still wasn’t entirely sure he was worthy of wearing it, but he wouldn’t let his people down. Placing the crown upon his head, Caspian swept out of the tent.
That night King Caspian slept uneasily. He tossed and turned in his sleep for hours, causing the concerned guard outside the tent to step in several times to make sure his liege was still okay. When Caspian finally started awake in the middle of the night, sweaty and panting, he could not remember what his dream had been about. Only one image stood clearly in his memory; that of a large tree with a green crown and a trunk split in two.
Feeling wide awake and sticky from sweat, Caspian threw his covers off him, put on his leather boots and draped his mantel over his nightgown. Pushing the curtains aside, Caspian exited the tent. The guard, who had been dozing off in a chair next to the entrance, jerked awake and, upon seeing King Caspian, jumped up.
“My Lord! I did not expect to see you at this hour! Is any way in which I can assist-” The guard seemed flustered and somewhat scared at being caught asleep outside the tent of his King, and Caspian wondered briefly what his uncle had done to his guards to inspire such fear in them.
Caspian then raised his hand and, at second thought, smiled at the guard to reassure him. “Nothing is amiss, I simply desired a midnight stroll.” With that he left the guard, who visibly relaxed, and walked by the edge of the forest. The air, which had been cool during the day, had turned cold. It was a nice change after his clammy bed, but the sweat on his skin caused him to cool off a little too quickly. Caspian tucked his mantle around him more securely as he walked on. The grass was long and covered in dew, sweeping at his feet and soaking his boots and the hem of his mantle, but Caspian soon left the grass for stone as he climbed the large flat rock on the top of the hill. From here Caspian could look out over the majority of his kingdom. Summer had passed and the arrival of autumn had coloured the leaves of the forest a deep red that not even the pale blue light of the moon could hide. The stunning sight captivated Caspian, and he marvelled at the thought that this beautiful land fell under his reign. He made a silent vow to rule this land to the best of his ability.
After sitting under the starry sky for several minutes, his thoughts strayed to his latest dream. In his mind’s eye, Caspian could see the tall tree again, it’s branches reaching to the sky, it’s trunk split in two, and-Caspian was certain he had seen them-shadows flitting behind the mysterious doorway. How can I start looking forwards? He asked himself. When I look over my shoulder at night? He was yearning to drive Destrier home, to where the tree really stood, but once again he fought temptation. King of Narnia… He told himself. Ruler of the Lone Islands. Keeper of peace between Narnians and Telmarines. Caspian sat on the rock for hours, lost in thought, until the chilly wind became too much and he trudged back to his tent, shivering.
Susan’s hair whipped around her face as wind blew in her back, almost urging her forwards. The four siblings silently walked the way home from the train station. Even Lucy was uncharacteristically subdued. Edmund seemed to stare at the straight rows of houses lining the streets, as if he was amazed such buildings existed. No such houses could be found in Narnia. Narnians slept in holes, hollow trees or caves. Most of the Telmarines stayed in cottages, scattered on the hillside. Nothing like here.
Peter had put a protective arm around his youngest sister, though there was no danger to shield her from. Not here. Still Lucy leaned into him, grateful for the support of two strong arms. Momentarily Susan wished for two strong arms to hold her, but not Peter’s.
“We’re here. We’re home.” Edmunds voice broke the long silence, an Susan looked up to see he was right. A very familiar and solid brick house, almost indistinguishable from the other houses in the street, had waited for them to return. Home? Is this home? Susan put her hand in the right pocket of her coat, and her fingers found the cold metal of her steel keyring, right where she’d put it before they’d left. Walking the path to the front door, Susan slid the key in the lock and twisted. A soft click was heard and Susan pushed the door open. Yes, this is home.
Author maaike_fluffy
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian movie-verse
Pairing: Caspian/Susan
Rating: Fiction rated K
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia were created and written by C. S. Lewis. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Prince Caspian and the Pevensies continue their life after their farewell, but none of them can stop dwelling on the past.Then Caspian makes a decision; If she can't come to him, then he'll have to find her. Movie-verse. Not beta-ed.
Chapter 1: The Horn and the Tree
Disclaimer: Full rights of The Chronicles of Narnia and it's characters lie with C.S. Lewis and Disney. No copyright infringement is intended.
Music to match: This is Home, by Switchfoot (Original Soundtrack Prince Caspian)
The Crown of Narnia
King Caspian did not have time to walk by the cave or the tree the next day, or the day after. Though the war was over now, neither the Narnians nor the Telmarines had gotten used to the recent changes yet, and the war was still fresh in everyone’s mind. Caspian spent a great deal of his time as King travelling his kingdom; talking to his people and soothing the small arguments that appeared everywhere. It was not realistic to assume that the Telmarines would willingly share their land with beings that they were taught to fear and despise. The Narnians in their turn, couldn’t easily forgive the Telmarines for chasing them in the woods and killing so many of their kin. Though Narnians and Telmarines lived separately for the most part, small conflicts would arise whenever they came in contact. Caspian’s charm and charisma, which had saved him at his first encounter with a Narnian gathering, was a great asset in settling these disputes. And though Caspian felt it would take many years still before the peace in his lands would be restored completely, he could see tolerance and acceptance among his people starting to grow. Only yesterday he had seen a Narnian lynx allowing a Telmarine child to stroke his fur, and the image served as a hopeful beacon for the future.
Pushing the curtains over the entrance aside, Caspian entered his richly decorated and furnished tent. Red banners with lions and golden ornaments were prominent in his temporary stay, an idea of Reepicheep no doubt, but Caspian only had eyes for the comfortable and inviting recliner that stood in the corner. Allowing himself to sink back between its soft cushions, Caspian let his head fall back and closed his eyes with a sigh.
“I do hope you weren’t planning on sleeping, Caspian. They’re waiting for you at the banquet.”
The voice took Caspian by surprise, but he recognised it immediately. He smiled and opened a single eye to look at his professor. “Five more minutes?” Professor Cornelius chuckled at their running joke but grunted as he sat down in a nearby seat, his age starting to affect his joints.
“Nobody said being a King was easy.” Professor Cornelius looked over his glasses at his former pupil, who sat up straighter.
“My uncle made it look so easy.” Caspian said, rubbing his eyes.
“Ah yes.” The professor nodded. “But your uncle wasn’t particularly famous for his interest in the people.” He groaned again as he shifted in his seat. “Then again, even your uncle was often a busy man. I seemed to remember it was very hard to get a hold of him.”
Caspian didn’t reply, but nodded and looked around the room with unseeing eyes. He remembered the look in the eyes of King Peter. Despite his youthful appearance, those eyes showed how hard his life had been, and what tough decisions he had made. No, Caspian knew it wasn’t easy to be King.
“For what it’s worth, my young King, I think you are doing exceptionally well. You have already won the love, respect and loyalty of your people in this short time. Remember that the effort that you put in them will be repaid a thousand fold.”
Caspian smiled at the encouragements of his former mentor. Of all people, he valued the opinion on Professor Cornelius above all. I should make him my new counsellor. “Thank you.” Caspian rose from his seat, ready now to face the banquet.
“Just a minute, Caspian.” Professor Cornelius rose from his seat slowly, and Caspian had to grip his elbow to steady him as he got to his feet. “You will be needing this.” The Professor picked up the crown that lay on the end table and handed it to Caspian. “Your people are expecting their King.”
Caspian took the crown and looked at it in his hands. He still wasn’t entirely sure he was worthy of wearing it, but he wouldn’t let his people down. Placing the crown upon his head, Caspian swept out of the tent.
That night King Caspian slept uneasily. He tossed and turned in his sleep for hours, causing the concerned guard outside the tent to step in several times to make sure his liege was still okay. When Caspian finally started awake in the middle of the night, sweaty and panting, he could not remember what his dream had been about. Only one image stood clearly in his memory; that of a large tree with a green crown and a trunk split in two.
Feeling wide awake and sticky from sweat, Caspian threw his covers off him, put on his leather boots and draped his mantel over his nightgown. Pushing the curtains aside, Caspian exited the tent. The guard, who had been dozing off in a chair next to the entrance, jerked awake and, upon seeing King Caspian, jumped up.
“My Lord! I did not expect to see you at this hour! Is any way in which I can assist-” The guard seemed flustered and somewhat scared at being caught asleep outside the tent of his King, and Caspian wondered briefly what his uncle had done to his guards to inspire such fear in them.
Caspian then raised his hand and, at second thought, smiled at the guard to reassure him. “Nothing is amiss, I simply desired a midnight stroll.” With that he left the guard, who visibly relaxed, and walked by the edge of the forest. The air, which had been cool during the day, had turned cold. It was a nice change after his clammy bed, but the sweat on his skin caused him to cool off a little too quickly. Caspian tucked his mantle around him more securely as he walked on. The grass was long and covered in dew, sweeping at his feet and soaking his boots and the hem of his mantle, but Caspian soon left the grass for stone as he climbed the large flat rock on the top of the hill. From here Caspian could look out over the majority of his kingdom. Summer had passed and the arrival of autumn had coloured the leaves of the forest a deep red that not even the pale blue light of the moon could hide. The stunning sight captivated Caspian, and he marvelled at the thought that this beautiful land fell under his reign. He made a silent vow to rule this land to the best of his ability.
After sitting under the starry sky for several minutes, his thoughts strayed to his latest dream. In his mind’s eye, Caspian could see the tall tree again, it’s branches reaching to the sky, it’s trunk split in two, and-Caspian was certain he had seen them-shadows flitting behind the mysterious doorway. How can I start looking forwards? He asked himself. When I look over my shoulder at night? He was yearning to drive Destrier home, to where the tree really stood, but once again he fought temptation. King of Narnia… He told himself. Ruler of the Lone Islands. Keeper of peace between Narnians and Telmarines. Caspian sat on the rock for hours, lost in thought, until the chilly wind became too much and he trudged back to his tent, shivering.
Susan’s hair whipped around her face as wind blew in her back, almost urging her forwards. The four siblings silently walked the way home from the train station. Even Lucy was uncharacteristically subdued. Edmund seemed to stare at the straight rows of houses lining the streets, as if he was amazed such buildings existed. No such houses could be found in Narnia. Narnians slept in holes, hollow trees or caves. Most of the Telmarines stayed in cottages, scattered on the hillside. Nothing like here.
Peter had put a protective arm around his youngest sister, though there was no danger to shield her from. Not here. Still Lucy leaned into him, grateful for the support of two strong arms. Momentarily Susan wished for two strong arms to hold her, but not Peter’s.
“We’re here. We’re home.” Edmunds voice broke the long silence, an Susan looked up to see he was right. A very familiar and solid brick house, almost indistinguishable from the other houses in the street, had waited for them to return. Home? Is this home? Susan put her hand in the right pocket of her coat, and her fingers found the cold metal of her steel keyring, right where she’d put it before they’d left. Walking the path to the front door, Susan slid the key in the lock and twisted. A soft click was heard and Susan pushed the door open. Yes, this is home.