‘The electric street-lamp may indeed be ignored, simply because it is so insignificant and transient. Fairy-stories, at any rate, have many more permanent and fundamental things to talk about.‘ (J.R.R. Tolkien in On Fairy-Stories)
‘In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next…’ (C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe)
aka 'am I petty enough to write a lamp-post into my story just because my friend said it’s a 'no-no’ in fantasy? Why yes, yes I am.’
“In your world, I have another name. You must learn to know me by it. That was the very reason you were brought to Narnia. That by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.” —Aslan, to Lucy and Edmund
“I know it wasn’t goodbye forever. I wasn’t that sad—I did have a bit of a cry, but I knew because we’ve grown up together and we’re such good friends, that’s a bond that you can’t break as easily as just saying goodbye to someone. I think we’ll be friends for a long time, all of us.” - Georgie Henley (2008).
Someday, I’ll see you again ; Edmund Pevensie x Reader
Setting : End of first movie to start of second movie
“Hurry up, you slowpoke!” Y/N shouted, looking behind her to see Edmund sitting still on his horse.
“Just… Taking a breather.” Edmund said, gesturing to Phillip.
“You stay back and I’ll catch the white stag myself.” Lucy and Susan mocked as they arrived, their horses skidding to a stop beside Y/N.
“Honestly, brother. You should be the one to care for your wife in these situations, not the other way around!” Peter snorted, appearing alongside his sisters.
“Ah, but my husband is old now. I’m afraid he’s not as agile as he used to be back then.” Y/N teased smirking over at Edmund. “I’m fine, though. I understand you completely, love.”
Edmund made a face at his wife before looking at the huge black metal pole beside him.
“A tree made of metal?” He muttered quite loudly.
Lucy gasped and dismounted her horse to run up and touch the so-called tree. “I think it’s called a lantern?” Y/N said, causing the four to look at her in confusion. “What? I have a slight memory of it. After all, it IS in Lantern Waste, is it not?”
The four nodded in understanding.
“It’s like I’ve seen this before, though.” Lucy whispered. “Like, in a dream.” “Or in a dream of a dream.” Edmund added.
Lucy gasped and opened her mouth in excitement. “Spare Oom!”
The others looked at each other in confusion.
Lucy ran off into a small passageway of pinecones.
“Lucy!” Y/N shrieked and dismounted her horse and ran after the excited queen.
“Y/N!” Edmund and his siblings followed suit and sprinted after Lucy and Y/N. However, they were surprised when they all fell back in the 1950s, back in their original ages when they entered Narnia.
Edmund’s eyes immediately scanned his siblings and darted around the room, not even aware of the ongoing conversation between Peter and Professor Kirke.
“I’m not sure you’ll believe us, sir.” He heard Peter say in his panicking state.
“Try me.” Professor said with a smile, throwing the ball at the siblings at the exact time Edmund stood up.
Edmund hastily batted away the ball, much to everyone’s shock, and ran back inside the wardrobe.
“Edmund?” Lucy asked when she heard Edmund shouting, pounding and kicking the back of the wooden wardrobe.
Peter walked in the wardrobe and dragged him back. “Edmund, calm down.”
“Let me go! I have to go back!” Edmund screamed and flailed in Peter’s arms.
“Edmund! What in the name of Aslan came over you?” Susan said before whipping around to look at the Professor who smiled at her and gestured at her brother.
“Edmund, what’s bothering you?” Peter asked once the brunette boy calmed down.
Edmund looked down and took a sharp breath before he raised his head, looked his older brother in the eyes with the fierce glare that can be received from only the finest warrior, diplomat and one of the finest kings that Narnia has experienced.
Peter barely had the time to gulp before Edmund growled with rage.
“Where the hell is my wife?
Y/N woke up under her bed.
"What…?” She breathed before crawling out and widening her eyes at the cream walls surrounding her.
She was not in Narnia anymore.
She was back home, in 2016.
2016… Boy, she had a lot of adjusting to do.
As she stood there, the door slammed open, revealing a small girl.
Y/N twirled to see her little sister holding a small device.
Oh, right. I have a phone.
Y/N smiled and took the device. “Thank you, sister. I must rest, I’ve had a rough day today. I’ll see you at dinner, I presume?”
Y/N’s sister looked at her in confusion before shrugging and walking away while shouting. “You’re unusually nice today. I like it. See ya at dinner, sis.” Y/N sighed and closed the door.
Feeling a familiar weight, Y/N looked down at her hand and was surprised to see a silver wedding ring.
Hers and Edmund’s.
She smiled knowingly and looked our her bedroom window.
“I know I’ll see you again. Someday, I will. I know I will. I have to see you again.”