The Narnian elf Princess

So I received a few reviews in how Gwen was a bit Mary Sue and that some of the Characters are OCC. I apologized for this. Including my editing, that is terrible. I had written this story during my sophomore year so I didn't know much of editing. And I also I've been under a lot of family stress and obligations and the Chronicles of Narnia was something that I watch with my family. So I'm going to change the plot of the story some.

Also, yes, elves weren't part of the Narnian creature. But, they are like the Telmarine, in how they got there. Peter may seem a bit OOC, and I'll apologize. I'll try not to make Gwen a Marry Sue and all that jazz. Sorry for this, let the third time is the charm. Also this is a fan-fiction, not everything has to be one hundred percent accurate to the movie!

Chapter 1: Gwen Kirks.

I dazed out into the window, trying to shaken out last night dream. It was common to be tainted by nightmares and strange dreams that feel so livid; it was like I was actually there. Usually it was the usual event, for example, chores, lesson with Mrs. Macready, and dinner with father. But last night was a rare one that happens every other week. The 'lightning war' from the Germans: who dare attack our united kingdom. It was absolutely depressing, in how Parlement solved this situation of this nascence.

Haven't the government realized the signs of this tyrant of a dictator Hitler. He doesn't go by his own word and look what appeasement has done. Not only did this Tyrant conquer Czechoslovakia, but invade Poland, ignoring France and England demand. Now, the advancement of technology of aircrafts storms the skies, bombing cities. Although, I haven't experience the darkest nights of fear, when living in the country; I just dream of it. Including a family; how scared a little girl that of ten years old, watching her siblings fight. It was heart wrecking to see them in a bomb shelter while the earth vibrated from the bombs.

Well, the good news is, my father, Professor Kirks has volunteered to accept children from London to live in the manor… until the air raid stops. I loved my adopted father dearly since I was a baby. I don't know much of my biological parent or any information about them. The only records that could be found were a basket with a silk blanket, as Professors Kirk found me on the door steps. Sad isn't it? At least, I was given a life not many orphan have. For I keep telling myself this since I could speak:

My name is Gwen Kirks. I was adopted since I was a baby by Professor Digory Kirks. I am in the Manor that amongst the country side. I am sixteen years old. I am a dreamer and daze my life away through books of fairytales and imagination. Instead, of focusing on my studies to be a lady. But how can one be a lady, if they feel so out of place. Not to get you wrong, it's just, I feel disconnected in this world. Father said; I must have a past life that was adventures, since you'll find me doing outrages things. For example, climbing trees, scouting the woods, or riding horses!

In fact, I would be, horseback riding at the very moment if it weren't for Mrs. Macready taking Thorn to pick up the children. So, I was completely and utterly bored while watching Betty makes supper for our guest. The maids were alright of having more children in the house, except for Mrs. Macready. She not so thrill of this mandatory request that our king asked. For me on the other hand, I was ecstatic. There were hardly any children at the manor, only on special event. I hardly had any friend, for the only people who were even close to my age was the scholars who tried to tutor me in my failure attempts in education. Shame, I'm so good with mathematics, music, and the arts, but my literature was a complete bust. Professor Kirks having a medical degree says I just have dyslexia. A development reading disorder. Although, when reading Professors Tolkien literary work on 'Lord of the rings' it was quite easy to comprehend. Including my make believe language that only Polly and father would understand.

"Do you think they'll like me?" I asked aloud while plucking a petal off a flower on the table.

"Of course," Betty answered. "Just be a lady that I know is somewhere that is in there."

I chuckled, sitting up and excused myself to go outside. They should be back any moment now. So I waited outside in the front porch, watching Mrs. Macready on her carriage with four other passengers. I straighten my skirt. Standing, back straight, for better posture and greeted our guest when they reached the porch.

"Hello, my name is Gwen Kirks. I shall be your hostess for the time being of your stay." I said.

The eldest girl with ebony hair and blue eyes nodded. "Thank you for your hospitality, I'm Susan."

I smiled and spotted a shy little girl. Before tilting my head confused, haven't I seen her before? Shaking such irrational thoughts aside and knelt down in front of the youngest sibling. She appeared to be ten year old who looked scared. "Don't frail, my dear, I or the house won't bite? There's a lot of magic you can find; if you keep an open mind."

"Gwendolyn!" Mrs. Macready scolded.

I mentally groan. I hated that name, as I gave a quick glare at the house keep then open the door. They all enter, but one stood out to me. He was the eldest, who seems about my age with golden brown hair and blue eyes. Just looking at him, I could see he was very brotherly to the youngest; holding her hand. That made me smiled of brotherly love.

"Seems someone fancy the boy?' whispered a voice in my ear. I gave a squeak to see one of the servants Ivy.

"What … ah, no! I don't know what you're talking about." I stuttered. The maid just laughed giving off a wink. With an aggravated groan, I shut the door hoping this summer doesn't bring torture.

Mrs. Macready then gave off her infamous rule speech. "Professor Kirke is not accustomed to havin' children in this house. And, as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shoutin'. Or runnin'. No improper use of the dumbwaiter." Ah, good memories; Guilty as charged.

Then I saw Susan touched the statue father got from the University, which Mrs. Macready exclaimed, "No touchin' of the historical artifacts!"

Me and another boy with black hair chuckled to Susan expression. Once we reached the top of the stairs, Macready continued her speech with authority. " And above all, there shall be no disturbin' of the Professor."

I stood next to Mrs. Macready with a smile, "So please, if you need anything, come asked me?"

The older sibling nodded, giving a faint smile that my cheeks felt warm, instantly turning around and showing them to their room. Down on the second floor door to the right was the girls and on the left was the boys. Susan asked where my room was, and I told her my room was right down the corridor; third door to the right. So kindly, I helped the girls unpack their thing, a frown scattered on my lips to limited luggage of three days' worth, of clothes. Small favors, that I even concluded the lack of toys for the girl, and whose name was Lucy. Quickly, I fetched some old toys of mine and gave her a stuff lion to play with her teddy bear.

It wasn't until supper time did I know the family name. There was Peter Pevensie the oldest at age sixteen. Followed by Susan Pevensie who was fifteen afterwards Edmund who was thirteen. Afterwards, the youngest of the bunch, Lucy Pevensie age ten. They were a lively bunch indeed, which made supper entertaining than ever before. How Peter was trying to be responsible compare to Edmund who was sullen and hostile at the moment. There must have been an argument earlier during the week for those two. While Susan acted Lady like, in her attempts to be logical compare to Lucy who was innocent and imaginative.

I had a feelings this summer was going to be interesting.

"So Gwen, where do you go to school?" Susan asked. Trying to start a conversation.

"I'm actually homeschool," I said.

Susan nodded, "The Professor must be a wonderful teacher?"

"No, I'm tutor by his student who comes here time to time. Otherwise, it's Mrs. Macready who focuses on my studies." I replied. "How about you; what is it like to live in London?"

"You never had been to the city before?" Peter asked.

"Not quite, I've been to Oxford time-to-time." I replied. "Explore the university and such. Other than that, I have been staying in the country."

"Bet you're going there." Edmund muttered as he took a sip of his drink.

"Edmund," Peter scolded.

I chuckled shaking my head no. "Macready wishes that would happen. But for your information Edmund, my grade point average put shame of acceptance. I am most likely going to Plymouth or Birmingham University."

Edmund gawked at my answer for it wasn't what he was expecting. I chuckled and decided it was getting late. So folding the table napkin, I stood up and gave a short bow. "I wish you all a good night."

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I stir from my slumber by a knock on the door. I ignore the noise thinking it was the wind causing the tree to tap on the window, but the tapping of a knock continued. When all of a sudden: it stopped and soft feet walked upon the wooded floor. Opening my eyes to see a blur for a moment then saw who enter my chambers. It was Lucy, as she held Aslan the stuff lion in her arm. I was going to ask her what is wrong, when a shroud of thunder boomed out. Lucy flinched, squeezing Aslan tighter.

"Lucy, is something wrong?" I asked with a yawn.

Lucy nodded. "The sheets feel scratchy."

Another roar of thunder echoes out making her whimper. I raised a brow, letting the poor girl climbed into my bed. "The sheets feel scratchy, huh?"

"Yes," Lucy answered. I chuckled at her cuteness, so independent of not committing she was scared. A valiant brave child she was indeed. She looks at me with pleading eyes, "can I stay here with you?"

"What about Susan?" I asked, petting her head. Only Lucy disagreed to comply about her sister. I sighed, and adjusted the sheets so she can sleep with me for the night. Then grabbed my music box from the nightstand; opening the lid as music played out. During the first few notes of the melody, the lid open revealed a couple dressed in renascences clothing as they did a waltz.

"On the wind cross the sea

Hear this song and remember,

Soon you'll be home with me

Once upon a December." I sang.

I sang this song once more as Lucy tried to follow along. However, the third time, Lucy eyes drifted fast asleep. I kissed her forehead, whispering goodnight then closed the lid ending the song. Petting the sleeping princess hair, I closed my eyes to fall into a deep sleep. It was getting late, so I decided to go to bed. It took a while, but when I fell fast asleep; I dreamt of a lion. Whose eyes were gold, that held emotion that were warm and caring while wild and untamed.

"It's almost time Princess"

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I know, I know, why am I writting this story for a third time. Because I feel like it and the original seemed to fast forward. I hope I haven't made Gwen a Mary Sue. So let me know and give me some advice. I'll still go by the same plot; it's just going to have changes here or there. Thanks for reading.