Arda: The wardrobe, the Ring, and the Hobbit.

Chapter 1: A peculiar wardrobe.

A/N: This will be my first published work here on Wattpad in a very long time, back when I was using my school account and making a cringy lord of the flies' fic. But after spending a long time on ao3, I thought it was finally time to return to where my writing hobby began. To start with this new journey, I decided to start with my favorite fantasy franchise. Lord of the Rings. As well as a film that gave me many fond memories as a child. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

Now I will admit that I never read the original books by C.S. Lewis so do not consider me a particularly dedicated fan in that area, but I have repeatedly read through Tolkien's works, and I plan to someday read the Silmarillion for myself, once I get newer copies of his books that aren't falling apart from nearly fifty years of existence.

Now, as a final disclaimer, this work was mainly inspired by The Hobbit, the ring, and the fellowship. A fic published over eighteen years ago, by writer INMH on fanfiction.net. Please support them if you can. With all of this cleared, let us begin.

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England 1940

In the old English countryside, there sat a mansion. Its true name long forgotten, for it did not matter any longer. It had been abandoned for almost fifty years, before being bought by a medieval history professor by the name of Digory Kirke, restoring the manor to its former glory. Since then, it was either referred to as Professor Kirke's house, or the old professor's mansion. Just a few years later, he accepted four children into his care, the Pevensies.

Much like the many thousands of children before, they'd been sent from London into the countryside to escape the merciless terror bombings being carried out by the Nazis. It was a hard adjustment for them all, being so far from home in a practically alien place compared to the London suburbs. The manors housekeeper, Mrs. Macready, didn't help with this transition either. She was a stern middle-aged woman, who kept the Pevensies in constant fear and paranoia, having never lived with someone who would shout at them for the smallest misdemeanor.

On the current day, a thunderstorm had come to the estate, trapping the children inside, unable to be active outdoors. So, they stayed in the living room located next to their bedrooms. The youngest, Lucy, stared out the window, longing and waiting for the rain to stop, the boredom finally setting in.

"Gastrovascular." Her older sister Susan said. She was sitting on the couch with a book, practically the size of her torso, and reading words from different languages. Her brother Peter was sitting on a sofa next to the couch, not paying attention to his sister.

"Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular." Susan said, raising her voice slightly with a hint of plead for her brother to answer.

"Is it Latin?" The older boy asked lazily.

"Yes." Susan confirmed.

Then another voice came in, this one much younger. "Is it Latin for, worst game ever invented?" Their younger brother Edmund asked cheekily.

Peter smirked, feeling good knowing he wasn't the only one bored out of his mind from Susans game.

Miffed, Susan sighed and slammed the book shut, placing it next to her on the couch.

"We could play hide and seek." Lucy suggested, walking to the group from the window.

"But we're already having so much fun." Peter said sarcastically, making sure to look at Susan while doing so.