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Telling Tales by memorycharm [PG13]
Fandom: Narnia
Author: memorycharm
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memorycharm
Author website: Shiny New Thing
Pairing: Lucy/Mr Tumnus
Why this must be read:
One of the characteristics of the Narnia series are the unfettered, plain declarations of loyalty and love and meaning made by the characters. The Pevensies love each other; the Kings and Queens love Narnia; Aslan loves the world and people he made.
And Lucy loves Mr Tumnus.
Granted, said in TLTW&TW, it is meant as a very childish thing, the love of a child for a storyteller, for a friend, for a relative. But when you take those words and that meaning, and put them against the time that the Pevensies spent in Narnia, their roles as rulers, their maturation and the relatively small social context they had, well. Love means something a great deal more in the Golden Age bubble the Pevensies were living in.
I think it is worth pointing out that the context of the stories--say, for example, the Bacchinalia that Lewis sent skittering through his pages--doesn't tend to sanction intra-creature relations. In this, Narnia seems to adhere to more traditional notions of fairy tale relationships, where any number of things are acceptable within the context of its world.
Anyway, this story takes the idea and explores its beginnings, implying more than explicating. Here, as in the books, mutual love is the most basic context for any relationship in Narnia, and a better one than most others anyhow.
"Here we are," Mr Tumnus said, carrying a large tray filled with tea and cakes and biscuits and jam and bread and butter and loads more lovely things. They ate slowly, and conversed about court and other dry topics.
"I cannot help but feel at home here," Lucy said after her second biscuit. "It seems so familiar. Perhaps because it is yours, dear friend."
"But you have been here before, m- Lucy. Surely you remember? When you came from far Spare Oom." Mr Tumnus looked bashful and his reddish skin blushed even redder.
"Of course," Lucy said, though she didn't really remember clearly.
Telling Tales
Author: memorycharm
Author on LJ:
memorycharmAuthor website: Shiny New Thing
Pairing: Lucy/Mr Tumnus
Why this must be read:
One of the characteristics of the Narnia series are the unfettered, plain declarations of loyalty and love and meaning made by the characters. The Pevensies love each other; the Kings and Queens love Narnia; Aslan loves the world and people he made.
And Lucy loves Mr Tumnus.
Granted, said in TLTW&TW, it is meant as a very childish thing, the love of a child for a storyteller, for a friend, for a relative. But when you take those words and that meaning, and put them against the time that the Pevensies spent in Narnia, their roles as rulers, their maturation and the relatively small social context they had, well. Love means something a great deal more in the Golden Age bubble the Pevensies were living in.
I think it is worth pointing out that the context of the stories--say, for example, the Bacchinalia that Lewis sent skittering through his pages--doesn't tend to sanction intra-creature relations. In this, Narnia seems to adhere to more traditional notions of fairy tale relationships, where any number of things are acceptable within the context of its world.
Anyway, this story takes the idea and explores its beginnings, implying more than explicating. Here, as in the books, mutual love is the most basic context for any relationship in Narnia, and a better one than most others anyhow.
"Here we are," Mr Tumnus said, carrying a large tray filled with tea and cakes and biscuits and jam and bread and butter and loads more lovely things. They ate slowly, and conversed about court and other dry topics.
"I cannot help but feel at home here," Lucy said after her second biscuit. "It seems so familiar. Perhaps because it is yours, dear friend."
"But you have been here before, m- Lucy. Surely you remember? When you came from far Spare Oom." Mr Tumnus looked bashful and his reddish skin blushed even redder.
"Of course," Lucy said, though she didn't really remember clearly.
Telling Tales