I Missed You (Pt. 4) - Edmund Pevensie x Reader
Characters: Reader, Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie, and Caspian
Setting: Narnia, The Golden Age/LWW and Prince Caspian.
Warnings: None
Summary/Blurb: (Requested by @creseselia ) Edmund and (Y/N) have had a great friendship since Edmund had become King of Narnia. The problem is, they haven’t confessed their feelings for one another. But when Edmund disappears when going after the White Stag, what happens to her?
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Reader’s P.O.V:
The sun’s rays cut through the thin trees, and as you strolled through the ferns overlapping the forest floors with Caspian ahead, a rustling sound behind you made your ears perk up.
You turned in time to see Trufflehunter just ducking behind a bush. You couldn’t help but grin and shake your head.
“I can hear you,” Caspian‘s exasperated voice calls out.
A moment passes before Nikabrik and Trufflehunter poked themselves out of from behind a pair of trees. You chuckled to yourself as you continued to walk, catching up to Caspian. Standing by his side, you noticed how tall he was, and how his hand was almost always on the hilt of his sword: his guard never resting for a moment.
“I just think we should wait for the kings and queens,” Trufflehunter called out. Caspian have him a long look before continuing to walk.
Even the mention of the kings and queens made your stomach dip in anticipation. The echoes of their voices heightened in your mind, their faces more vivid in colour, and Edmund’s smile; the brightest smile she had ever seen.
They aren’t dead, a voice from within you whispered excitedly, They aren’t dead.
“Fine, go then!” Trufflehunter basically shouted. “See if the others will be as understanding.”
Nikabrik’s amused faced drew your eyes to him. “Or maybe I’ll come with you. I want to see you explain things to the minotaurs.”
Caspian stopped in his tracks, and you paused too, watching his expression.
He looked dazed, and a glimpse of what looked like excitement shone in his eyes. “Minotaurs... they’re real?”
You laughed and Caspian turned to look at you with his dark eyes. A grin graced your face as you continued your march towards the end of the forest. “Of course they are.”
Trufflehunter grunted. “And very bad tempered.”
“Yeah, not to mention big,” the dwarf added.
“Huge.”
You rolled your eyes, a smile still dancing on your face as you turned around to look at the three who were catching up slowly.
Caspian didn’t waste a chance in asking more questions. “What about centaurs? Do they still exist?”
Trufflehunter began walking towards you. “Well, the centaurs will probably fight on your side. But there’s no telling what the others will do.”
“What about Aslan?”
You stop in your tracks, heart sinking slightly as you looked at the young prince.
Nikabrik and Trufflehunter also paused and peered at each other. They seemed just as unsettled as you.
You hadn’t heard Aslan’s name in so long. It was hard to know he wasn’t here now, or if he would come ever again.
Nikabrik turned to Caspian suspiciously. “How do you know so much about us?”
“Stories,” Caspian responded.
The badger added with surprise, “Wait a minute...your father told you stories about Narnia?”
Caspian frowned. “No, my professor...”
You saw his face changed as his voice trailed off, almost hardened by the truth hidden behind his eyes.
“Listen, I am sorry,” he continued. “These are not the kinds of questions you should be asking.”
Caspian begins to walk towards you again. You wish you could comfort the stranger but you were just as clueless as he, probably even more so. You were just desperate to find something you were familiar with again.
Behind you, something sniffed loudly, and you spun around to see Trufflehunter’s snout in the air.
Nikabrik picked up on his unease immediately. “What is it?”
“Human,” he answered confidently.
Nikabrik nodded towards Caspian. “Him?”
“No...” Trufflehunter stopped suddenly and stared to the clearing from which they entered. “Them!”
Your hand immediately unsheathes your sword at the sound of foreign and rough voices. Soldiers. Armour shining in the sunlight, they looked taut and merciless in the way the moved across the clearing. Even worse when they lifted crossbows into your direction.
“There they are!” A thick-accented voice called out.
You saw a man position his crossbow towards you. A heavy stone seemed to fall into your stomach as your heartbeat grew louder and louder in your ears.
Trufflehunter shouted something, and knowing you didn’t have to wonder about what he said, you dashed ahead of the rest
The whizz of the arrows flying past and sticking into nearby trees, sometimes bouncing off them, was almost as loud as her heart.
Run, run, run.
Anxiety was trampling in your chest, leaving you gasping for air. Your mind was racing with the thought of going back home. Anywhere with the sea, or high cliffs, anything that reminded you of the glory of Cair Paravel. Anything that reminded you of the Pevensies. And Edmund.
Edmund.
A cry fell from far behind, and you turned to see Nikabrik and Caspian pause in their haste to escape...Trufflehunter nowhere to be seen.
“Trufflehunter!” You cried out, panic rising in you as you ducked out of the way of a flying arrow.
Caspian stood still before running back towards the overlapping fern bushes. Nikabrik waddled quickly towards to where you were gesturing you to run.
“He’s fine! Go!”
The shake in his voice made you hesitate, still looking towards the Prince kneeled on the floor who was quickly tucking something in his pocket. You watch as the soldiers take aim.
Then one screamed and fell. Then another, and another...
Caspian had thrown the badger over his shoulder and you caught a glimpse of an arrow poking out from his back leg. Your heart sank as the long-haired prince caught up, placing a twitching Trufflehunter gently in your hands.
Caspian nodded to both you and Nikabrik. “Get him out of here.”
You stood bewildered, clutching Trufflehunter as fur and blood tangled between your fingers. “You can’t fight them! Caspian!”
But it was no use. Caspian drew his sword, moving towards the dead men in a smooth motion. You saw another soldier fall heavily, and another grunting in madness, taking out a sword to cut through the grass.
“Where are you?!” The armoured man howled, and no sooner had he fallen down; lying unmoving like the rest of his men.
The ferns were bristling violently, creeping around the guards before switching directions, and moved towards Caspian.
You cried out a warning, yet the small thing that leaped out of the forest floor and knocked Caspian to the earth.
Biting your lip in apprehension, you found yourself cursing and placing Trufflehunter gently onto the thick leaves of a nearby bush.
“What are you-“ Nikabrik protested, moving violently towards you, but you cut him off quickly.
“He needs help!”
The way you had darted across the bushes to reach Caspian reminded you briefly of the distant times where you and Lucy would try to catch each other in the woods surrounding Cair Paravel’s grounds.
In those memories, the forests were less daunting, and the sun wasn’t so harsh. The wind would catch at the trees’ delicate leaves and pull them to fall onto your hair. Now, there was none of that.
You slowed as you got closer to Caspian, sword at the ready like Edmund had taught you almost a lifetime ago. But this wasn’t an ordinary target, you noticed quickly.
It was a mouse; quite a large mouse with a tail that was swishing around the air proudly. The creature was perched on Caspian’s chest, pointing what you thought was meant to be a sword, but only looked like one of Sudan’s large sewing needles. Its voice say comfortably ok its throat as the mouse began demanding Caspian.
“Pick it up!” The mouse shouted in an alarming manner. “I will not fight an unarmed man.”
Caspian seemed to struggle with his answer. “Which is why I will live longer if I choose not to cross blades with you, noble mouse.”
You tilted your head curiously as the mouse swished his blade. “I said I wouldn’t fight you. I didn’t say I’d let you live!”
“Wait!” You said, stepping closer to the scene as you sheathed your sword. “There’s no need for that, he isn’t a soldier!”
The mouse peered at you with beady eyes. “He’s a Telmarine! You’ll catch me snipping off my own tail before I passed a chance to kill-“
“Reepicheep, stay your blade!”
The mouse turned as you did, seeing the badger leaning on the dwarf tiredly. “Trufflehunter? I trust you have a good reason for this untimely interruption!”
Nikabrik looked almost amused. “He doesn’t. Go ahead.”
The badger took a moment to capture his breath. “Reepicheep, he’s the one that blew the horn!”
The words sent a great shiver down your spine, the mention of the horn again breathed far more hope into you that the Kings and Queens were still out there, somewhere. You would see them again, and everything will be alright.
Reepicheep stared down Caspian in surprise. “What?”
A deep voice emerged from a corner of the forest. “Then let him bring it forward.”
Four large centaurs came walking gracefully over the hill, the greatness in size always stole your breath.
“This is the reason we have gathered,” the voice continued, coming from a dark haired centaur.
You gave them a hopeful look before peering down at Caspian again. He looked at you, amazement flooded in his expression.
A small smile played on your lips, your mind wandering to the hope of tomorrow. The hope of seeing the Pevensies again.
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