Sabé is an ordinary girl whose dream has just come true: She has been chosen as one of Queen Amidala's handmaidens. However, she quickly discovers that being a handmaiden is harder than she thought with headstrong Queens, suspicious Jedi, and an invasion to deal with.

Now you can have a Tumnus unit of your very own! Based on the delightful guides by Theresa Green.

This was written a few years back, so forgive the younger style. This is the account of Nock and Bolt's last day in Yewland before leaving for Alleble and the Elder Guard. The first DW fic on this site! :D :D

When Miraz's nine year old son is discovered in a slave market in Calormen, Caspian must deal with the consequences.

Tirian and Jewel prove the strength of their friendship in the midst of battle. Based on a quote from The Last Battle, written for a contest on NarniaFans.

After being called into the New Narnia, two Stars discuss a Blessed Night of the Past, and the joy the Future holds because of it. Christmas fic, post LB.

A collection of oneshots set to various Psalms. Now up: Psalm 150 and the praise Narnia gives to its Creator.

Awake in the middle of the night, Aravis finds comfort with a midnight companion.

PRETTY MUCH DEAD. DON'T ASK ME TO UPDATE PLZ. Emma-Leeza Smooge is the worst of the worst.

This used to just be "Aslan You Are"...but now I've turned it into a collection of Narnian fan music, poems and songs I've written. Hope you enjoy them! UP NEXT: "You're Not Safe."

Tirian and Lucy talk a bit about Christmas. Post LB fic.

Two years before the train accident, the Friends of Narnia gather for the summer holiday, meet an old enemy, and discover a secret about Narnia. 2007 Lion Award Winner!

Series of Psalmfics, concerning various thoughts of Tirian's as he fights the Last Battle.

Charn may not have been destroyed in the way you think it was...

Tumnus looks at his music in a different light, with the help of his friend.

Rabadash comes to Cair Paravel to seek Queen Susan's hand. It is only once she is in Calormen that Susan sees him for what he really is, and when the Narnians flee, Rabadash is determined they will not get off that lightly . . .

Jewel the Unicorn's thoughts during his last moments. Companion to Your Servant is Calling.

Eustace and Edmund talk about their experiences with Aslan.

A little piece about walking through the Stable Door in The Last Battle.

Doctor Cornelius did not have the time to give Caspian X a detailed explanation of Miraz's rise to power, and so gave him only a brief summary. But just what was the full story behind the events leading up to Prince Caspian?

In which Aslan reminds us of what he has done for Narnia...and for us.

A brief poem concerning the Door in the Air at the end of Prince Caspian. Written for a poetry contest at The Lion's Call.

A little poem written by me, concerning the Stone Table and events surrounding it.

To: You. From: Aslan. He wants to tell you something. [Dedicated to every Narniac who's ever knocked on the back of their closet.]

The Monarchs of the Golden Age were not forgotten when they vanished. A poem from the Narnians lamenting their loss.

They were called the Magnificent, the Gentle, the Just, and the Valiant. The Pevensies begin to discover why they were given these titles, as they grow closer to Narnia and to each other. [Fifteen oneshots, one for each year of the Golden Age.]

When Peter is magically transformed into a mischievous 6 year old, Edmund gets a taste of what it’s like to have a little brother.

In the tradition of Theresa Green's famous Owner's manuals, now you can learn to own and operate an EDMUND unit of your very own!

Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia belong to C.S. Lewis Lte.Author’s Note: This fic is inspired by Theresa Green's LOTR guides. Concept and format used with permission. CONGRATULATIONS! You are now the proud owner of a PUDDLEGLUM! In order to

Reepicheep wonders what he will do when he meets Aslan in His own country. Based on Mercy Me's hit song.

Inspired by Theresa Green's delightful series, now you can own a Reepicheep unit of your very own.