Previously posted as part of a Multifandom Drabble Collection.

Title: Legends
Author: Winter Ashby (rosweldrmr)
Disclaimer: Narnia © C.S. Lewis
Rating: K
Summary: He grew up listening to tales of the Kings and Queens of Old. (Trumpkin/Lucy)
Authors Notes: Done for kaiwynn's NARNIA UNCANON DRABBLE-A-THON at LJ

Trumpkin was born in an age of war. When the forests ceased to be mysterious and instead became ominous. He grew as a boy, fearing humans, fearing their weapons and blood-lust for power. He was fed the stories from the cradle and rocked to sleep with tales of the great White Witch, and 100 years of winter.

But he wasn't enamored with the witch who banished St. Nicholas, or kept Aslan at bay – though her power was something to be envied. Instead, he grew up loving the Kings and Queens of old. Those who ruled during the Golden Age of the Kingdom. Those strange humans who fought on the side of the Narnian's, and risked their lives to bring spring again.

He'd been to Cair Paravel and seen the ruins. He stood at the far left of the great hall, and imagined what she'd been like… Queen Lucy the Valiant. There were paintings of her, left in ancient tombs and scrolls hidden away in secret libraries. There were even those who regarded her as High Queen.

Since it had been she who found Narnia, and ventured forth as a child. And it was she, so moved by the plight of a common faun, who convinced her siblings to come to the aid of his world. It was said that she had a heart larger than any human. Compassionate and loyal. She was brave and sometimes impetuous. And legends told of how great her beauty was as she grew. And it was her face that he imaged, as a young dwarf, when he conjured thoughts of beautiful women.

But faced with the bright-eyed child – already a lifetime old – he was helpless against her persistent innocence. Even through two ages of war, and countless encounters with the evil that plagued both worlds, she was able to see the good in wild animals, and the magic in the silent forest.

If there was anyone who could get the trees to dance, Trumpkin had no doubt it would be Queen Lucy the Valiant.