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edmundpevencie:

“You have a traitor there, Aslan,“ said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking about himself after all he’d been through and after the talk he’d had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn’t seem to matter what the Witch said.

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (dir. Andrew Adamson)

elsamars:

                                Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
                     At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
                                 When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
                  And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. 

fourcrowns:

                  “ … she’s angry about all the things i’ve been saying lately, ” thought edmund. and though he did not
like to admit that he had been wrong, he also did not much like being alone in this strange, cold, quiet
place; so he shouted again. 

                  “ i say, lu !  i’m sorry i didn’t believe you. i see now you were right all along.
                                                       do come out. make it pax ! ” 

                                                     … still there was no answer.

                                           the lion , the witch and the wardrobe .
                                             chapter 3 ; edmund and the wardrobe.

telmarines:

@narnianetwork​ Voyage 4: Favourite Non-Human Character

Mr. Tumnus

He was only a little taller than Lucy herself and he carried over his head an umbrella, white with snow. From the waist upward he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat’s (the hair on them was glossy black) and instead of feet he had goat’s hoofs. He also had a tail, but Lucy did not notice this at first because it was neatly caught up over the arm that held the umbrella so as to keep it from trailing in the snow. He had a red woollen muffler round his neck and his skin was rather reddish too. He had a strange, but pleasant little face, with a short pointed beard and curly hair, and out of the hair there struck two horns, one on each side of his forehead. One of his hands, as I have said, held the umbrella: in the other arm he carried several brown-paper parcels. What with the parcels and the snow it looked just as if he had been doing his Christmas shopping. He was a Faun. And when he saw Lucy he gave such a start of surprise that he dropped all his parcels.