The Lost Elf of Narnia

Chapter 9: Reunions

(This is how I picture Elentiya. Just with different clothes of course. ;))

I followed Ghost through camp, Peter and the others were changing and getting a tour.

"The rest of your armor and your dress are inside." Ghost nodded at the tent in front of us.

"Thanks Ghost." He lowered his head in salute then ran off.

I slipped inside the tent, everything was still there. My books, paints, canvas, and assorted things I had collected over the years.

I looked to my bed and walked over to it, running a hand across the white dress.

I took off my swordbelt and breastplate, swiftly changing into the dress.

It was sleeveless, one side of the bottom went down to my ankle, the other side to my knee.

I put my breastplate back on, then my sword.

The armor Ghost had told me about was metal wrist bracers and gladiator style sandals.

I turned to the mirror and took my braid out, brushing my hair quickly then walking towards the tent flap.

I met with Susan and Lucy, going to the river to wash our old clothes.

I was sitting on the bank, the two sisters playing in the water, when I smelled wet dog.

Susan climbed up beside me and reached for a towel on a tree branch.

I stood and turned, drawing my sword.

"Don't-!" Too late.

She yanked the towel down, Maugrim snarled at her and Susan screamed.

"Please don't try to run. We're tired, and we'd prefer to kill you quickly."

I shoved the two girls behind me, raising my sword.

"Come on El. You know you can't beat me-"

I shifted into my snow leopard and leaped onto Maugrim.

We rolled in the grass, biting and snarling.

Susan blew her horn then shoved Lucy up a tree, following quickly.

Maugrim grabbed the scruff of my neck and threw me into one of the trees.

Lucy shouted my name as I lay there, dazed for a few seconds.

"Get back!" Peter splashed through the stream, sword drawn.

The two wolves turned to him, grinning.

"Come on! We've already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you!" Maugrim said, circling him.

"Peter!" Susan called.

Peter turned to the other wolf, then Maugrim again.

I staggered to my feet, shifting back and shaking my head as I prepared to take out the other wolf.

Aslan beat me. He roared and pinned the wolf, Oreius and other Narnian soldiers next to him. Oreius started forward.

"No. Stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle." Aslan growled.

"You may think you're a king, but your going to die. Like a dog!"

Maugrim leaped at Peter and tackled him to the ground.

I let out a cry, rushing forward when neither moved.

Susan and Lucy dropped out of the tree and helped me pull Maugrim off.

Peter sat up, eyes glassy.

I stood and let the trio be as they hugged.

Aslan let the other wolf go.

"After him. He'll lead you to Edmund." He said to Oreius as it ran. The centaur nodded and led the rest of the Narnians into the trees.

Aslan looked over at me and nodded.

I nodded back.

"Peter. Clean your sword." Aslan called.

Peter stood, wiping the blood and fur off his sword. Then he knelt before the Lion, sword tip in the ground.

He put a paw on Peter's shoulder then stepped back.

"Rise, Sir Peter Wolfs-Bane. Knight of Narnia."

I smiled when he looked at me and he stood a little taller, sheathing his sword.

That night, the Narnians brought Edmund to the camp silently.

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"Elentiya you are very distracted today." Oreius said.

I snapped my gaze back to him from watching Edmund and Aslan on a ridge.

"Sorry." I swung my sword and we began fighting again, dancing around eachother.

I was smaller and more agile, Oreius took up more room in the training circle.

The circle was in the middle of camp, in front of Peter's and the girls' tents where he and Susan sat now, watching.

I blocked a thrust from Oreius' huge sword, returning my own.

And this is how we fought until Aslan was done speaking to Edmund.

Edmund's POV

I heard Lucy call my name over the clang of metal on metal.

A girl was fighting a centaur in a sand circle and seemed to winning.

Aslan nodded to me and I slowly walked down the slope.

I kept my hands in my pockets, walking up to Peter and the others.

"What's done is done. There is no need to speak to Edmund about what is past." Aslan said beside me, then walked off.

"Hi." I mumbled.

Lucy rushed forward and hugged me, I hugged her back, grateful that at least she didn't hate me.

Susan was next, then she looked me over quickly.

"Are you alright?"

I shrugged.

"Yes. But where's Elentiya?" I looked around. Honestly, I had missed her.

Lucy grinned and pointed behind me.

I turned, the girl and the centaur were talking now, leaning on their swords.

I looked closer. The girl was Elentiya, I just hadn't recognized her with her hair down and a dress on.

"Wow..." I whispered.

Susan put a hand on my shoulder.

"Easy there, Ed. You're going starry eyed."

I shook my head and huffed, stepping away.

Elentiya glanced over now, sheathing her sword and nodding to the centaur before walking up to me.

She looked me up and down, hands on her hips.

"Well you look ok."

I smiled.

"I am."

She nodded and caught my gaze. Her eyes were chocolate brown, darker than her hair, the sun would make the silver flecks in them flash when it hit them.

She had freckles across her nose and a little bit under her eyes.

"You better get some sleep. I'll be training you and Peter swordfighting. You're going to need it."

I snapped out of my trance of staring at her and nodded.

"Ok."

Elentiya smiled, turning on her heel and walking off, a cheetah came and padded alongside her.

"She's... changed." I said.

"Yea. It's a good thing she's on our side." Peter said, chuckling.