Disclaimer: I do claim to be Narnian Queen at heart, but unfortunately I do not own any of the characters in Chronicles of Narnia. That honor belongs to CS Lewis, Disney, Walden and 20th Century Fox.

A.N: I started writing this about two-ish weeks ago. I wanted to have this done and up before Thanksgiving but it didn't pan out that way. So the day after is not too bad.

This actually spawned from a particular event (as told in the story) that popped into my head and the rest I had to hook up somehow. Probably not my best writing as this is two steps away from being a one-shot but I hope you all enjoy! One of the rare times that I have no idea what to call this without having a cheesy title but I guess a little cheesy is warranted.

PS: For the sake of argument lets say it's two or three years into the Golden Age.

Summary: The first ever Thanksgiving held in Narnia. There were will questions, conveniences, and pets in unlikely places, that maybe will be a little more than what is bargained for. And above all being thankful for what is given.

Chapter 1: Sooo, what's a turkey?

"Do you know if there are any turkeys in Narnia?"

"Turkeys majesties?"

"Yeah, you know 'gobble, gobble', 'wobble wobble'?"

"…."

"Are there such things as turkey's in Narnia?"

"From what you have described, I know not. The closest that comes to mind is chickens."

"So no turkeys?"

"Guess there are no such things as talking turkeys here then?"

Oreius blinked down at his sovereigns. "I…don't think so."

Lucy gave a mournful sigh, "Awww….."

The centaur general opened his mouth, "Might I ask, what is this thing about turkeys all of a sudden?"

Both Kings swung their gazes to the Queens in answer. That set Lucy and Susan both off.

"Well", Lucy started, "We were thinking the other day…."

Susan picked up, "…that it is mid-fall and we remembered that we used to celebrate a holiday back at….." she paused.

"Spare Oom." Edmund interjected. None of them could remember that much about the world they previously came from so they called it what it was recorded in Narnia history.

"Yes, yes. It is called Thanksgiving." Lucy picked up.

Oreius raised an eyebrow, "That sounds interesting. A very nice name."

"Indeed."

Edmund spoke up here, "Actually, technically I believe it came from another land in Spare Oom…..that we sorta adapted….or something. I really can't remember."

Lucy explained further, "Neither can we, but we remember some things about the holiday and we thought maybe we'd introduce it to Narnia."

The High King Peter gave a grin, "So that's why we were asking about a turkey because the holiday usually calls us to eat turkey and other things but turkey is usually the main dish that everything is based around."

"And why is a turkey so significant, my King?" Oreius mused.

There was a lull in the conversation as silence filled the little sitting room they were all in.

"We can't remember completely….." Susan started.

"Assuming we even knew in the first place", Lucy added.

"But we do remember that a turkey is pretty important to the holiday", Edmund injected.

"Which is why we were asking about turkeys", Peter summed up.

Orieus thought hard, "I don't remember anything of what you have described. I'm sorry, like I said the closest I get is a chicken."

The Gentle Queen gave a delicate shrug, "Well, I guess we'll just have to work around it."

"Guess so", Lucy bit her lip, "It just seems wrong that we don't have turkey on Thanksgiving."

"It's not the end of the world that we don't have a turkey", Edmund encouraged, "We can still make this a worthwhile holiday."

Lucy beamed up at her older brother as Peter nodded, "Yes, should be fun."

Lucy clapped her hands and stood up from her seat making the Kings stand in respect, "Wonderful, so that means tomorrow we'll get started! I can hardly wait! Goodnight!"

"Night, Lu", Peter returned as the others offered their own 'nights' as Lucy gave a wave and walked out.

"The girl is not gonna sleep tonight. I guarantee it", Edmund shook his head.

Susan rose more gracefully, "I shall turn in tonight as well, as we'll have a long day tomorrow getting things started." There was a twinkle of excitement in her eyes despite her poised appearance.

Goodnight's were once again exchanged as the Gentle Queen walked out.

Oreius looked back at the Kings who both looked at each other, "You are in for a treat Oreius.", Peter grinned.

"If you want to call it that." Edmund grumbled. Peter elbowed Edmund who glared at him, "What?" the latter grunted, "This is what happens when you leave the two to their own devices."

"Well we already have a Christmas, why not a Thanksgiving?" Peter asked patiently with a smirk.

Edmund said nothing.

"You know you are just as excited", Peter wagged his eyebrows.

"Goodnight Orieus, I wish you pleasant dreams", Edmund sketched a bow toward the general who was trying hard not to smile.

Everyone knew of the Just King's issue concerning social gatherings and parties. He hated them with a passion. He wasn't a social person by any means. He enjoyed being with his family and his people but he wasn't what you called social.

Peter mocked hurt, "You are ignoring me, brother. It hurts my heart."

Edmund's response was to just walk out. Peter threw a quick 'Night' towards Orieus before following his brother trying to get a response out of him.

Oreius let his grin appear on his face as he trotted out.

He looked forward to this.

A loud knock on the High King's room woke him up. "Come in!" he called.

A fawn guard ducked in, "Forgive me for disturbing your rest, but Orieus calls both you, your brother and the Queens. There is an urgent matter that requires your attention."

Peter was out of the bed, throwing on his robe, more awake than he was a moment ago. If Orieus was waking them before dawn then something must be wrong. He followed the fawn out the door just as Edmund came easing out of his room, across the hall and a few doors down, with a look that could kill.

"This better be good!" he snapped and Peter wisely chose not to say anything as they followed the fawn down the hall eventually meeting up with the Queens who were waiting for them.

"You all know what this is about?" asked Peter as Susan and Lucy fell in step.

"Just that Orieus needs to see us", Susan answered.

"I hope everything is alright." Lucy worried.

"The fact that this doesn't seem to be screaming bloody murder it's probably safe to say it's not that bad….." Peter paused and looked at the fawn guard, "Is it?"

The fawn glanced at the High King with this weird look on his face, "It's…weird, highness."

Peter furrowed his brow trying to understand, "What is?"

The fawn only opened his mouth and shrugged helplessly.

That did not help any of them feel better.

Finally they arrived at the courtyard hall and saw Orieus up ahead, staring ahead of him with this strange look on his face. None of them had seen such a look on their General's face. Peter and the rest practically ran to him.

The High King was the first to demand, "What's the matter!"

Orieus gestured helplessly in front of him, "See for yourselves, majesties."

The sight that greeted them made even Edmund wake up and start sputtering.

TBC…