two sons of adam and two daughters of eve
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bedlamsbardThoughts on a rewatch of LWW, both in comment and fic form, because I'm special that way. Also, I suddenly realized that when I watch movies, I'm writing snatches of description in my head. It's...very disturbing, actually.
From Mama Pevensie, Peter gets "Good man," while Susan gets, "Be a big girl."
Idle thought while the Pevensies are at the train station: wow, they're all going to have problems when they get back to England post-Narnia: suddenly, everyone's taller than them. Followed by a somewhat confused addition of: but minotaurs are taller, and centaurs...
The bemused look Peter gives Edmund (and/or Lucy?) when Mrs. Macready snaps at Susan, "No touchin' of the historical artifacts!" That look is pretty much, "Look at perfect Susan get yelled at for doing something wrong!"
Vague Lucy-Tumnus meeting thoughts: Tumnus has paper-wrapped packages, which means he's getting them from somewhere. The market, maybe? Which implies that there is a market, somewhere...check out those paper-wrapped bottles, by the way, wonder what's in those...sardines are ocean fish, aren't they? Which means that they're getting fish from somewhere, and it in turn is getting inland somehow. Fishing trade?
When Tumnus plays his Narnian lullaby, the first image in the fire is of a stag, which -- flees? (The White Stag, maybe? Foreshadowing?) Followed by a set of dancing fauns, who are wearing swords. That's not what I usually see in my lullabies, I'm just saying. I am curious about the swords; the general implication is that pre-Long Winter Narnia was all peace and good will, and since that is what Tumnus is trying to sing (sort of. y'all know what I mean?), the swords...stand out. Especially following the stag. Okay, my mind is on animal sacrifice, sue me.
Edmund-White Witch thoughts: is that a road? Does that create the implication that there are roads (or a road) in Narnia? If there is a road, is there only the one road? What was the White Witch doing in this part of Narnia?
Ginarrbrik throwing the goblet against the tree and it exploding into snow! Does the White Witch actually know what Turkish delight is? How is the magic working here? Is it going off her thoughts, or Edmund's, or...it's magic, why am I bothering?
I think there may be a Narnian time lapse between when Lucy enters the wardrobe and when Edmund does, just because of how long it should in theory take Lucy to go find Tumnus's house and have tea and then come back, compared to Edmund, who it doesn't seem like was wandering around that long.
(I think I am either losing my mind or my disc is skipping? Because there was not a line in two places that there should have been, one when the kids are fleeing through the halls of the manor right before they go into the wardrobe, and one later on, during the river scene. Y'all know I would love an excuse to buy a new copy of LWW.)
Damn, I can't remember what the lights were in Tumnus's house. Candles? Lanterns?
I find it interesting that Peter just rips the sign out of the post in Tumnus's house, instead of leaving it up for someone else to read.
How long has passed since Tumnus was arrested? Obviously enough time for snow to blow into the house post-destruction (either new snowfall or wind, hmm). And how much time before that while the Beavers and Badger and their pals plotted to get Tumnus out (to Archenland? I wonder where) after Tumnus's meeting with Lucy? There is plotting. There is underground rebellion. Guys, why are the fic writers not all over this? AWESOME.
The White Witch's throne has these sunray sort of things coming off it, and those are mirrored on the front of her chariot later on. Interesting.
Aww, Susan immediately jumping in to help Mrs. Beaver start packing.
The wolves -- hmm, I am relatively certain they could have gone in through the door, but instead they try and claw apart the roof. They want to make the place inhabitable, real damage that'll be harder to repair than a broken door.
Badger's house...I think we see the door? And then there is a picnic table, and then also a lot of statues, as is established. *winces*
I'm sorry, I think Fox is my new favorite character.
Father Christmas. Teddy bear, teddy bear, magic healing vial, bow that never misses, teddy bear, sword of destiny... I rather miss the fact that the Beavers don't get presents in the movie the way they do in the books. WHEN DOES MRS. BEAVER GET HER SEWING MACHINE.
Thoughts re: White Witch's statues and the river scene following in fic form.
First thought upon seeing Aslan's camp: holy shit, do you know what the PC-era Narnians would have said about this? "Those spoiled brats! They can't fight a war without their fancy tents! They have to sleep in beds. Wimps." (Guys, I never kid about Narnia.)
I am actually quite curious about what kind of rumors were spreading across Narnia in order to bring together an army, and about the Pevensies. (Actually, why the Beavers didn't hear them as well -- are they on the edge of Narnia, borderwise? And how long these rumors have spreading. Ever since Tumnus met Lucy, and accidentally summoned Aslan?)
I now want to compare the sound of Susan's horn in LWW and PC. Also, she obviously runs for her horn while the towel is befuddling the wolf, but she doesn't have it when she and Lucy are in the tree... Peter moves to put the river to his back, while the wolves are trying to flank him.
This forest does not look like the other forests. It looks more evil.
What are they having for breakfast? (Post-Edmund's return, I mean.) Toast, eggs, something in those pretty glasses...
You know I have vague thoughts regarding the results of the White Witch's role in Narnia ("traitors are mine") and what it means that she eventually is not there, but they are still only vague.
What are those animals passing behind the four sitting Pevensies? Badgers? I can't quite tell.
Lucy, honey, don't you want to put on your shoes? In theory she must put them on before she tries to go outside...
There's an interesting look on the White Witch's face after she kills Aslan; she shuts her eyes and stills for a heartbeat, and then she starts giving orders.
How the hell did the Stone Table manage to go from the top of a cliff to sitting in the middle of a plain, never mind the hill built up over it, in only thirteen hundred years? Geologic change doesn't move that fast, does it?
Oh, now that's interesting. Peter and Edmund's tabards (and Susan's skirts) in PC were dark red, while in LWW Peter and Edmund's tabards are a much brighter red. Interesting.
Oh, man, there is nothing that makes me wince more during the whole battle than the two griffins that fly towards the White Witch and the one that gets turned to stone and shatters -- Aslan or no Aslan, Lucy's cordial or no cordial, no one is coming back from that.
Huh. At the coronation, the unicorn that Peter was riding that got injured is there, tucked off in a corner along with the lioness that Edmund drew on.
Oh, Bed, always checking to see what colors the banners are. Red on gold, actually, the majority of them.
In the background of Lucy and Tumnus standing by the window -- is that Susan and Edmund, at different points, getting food?
OH PEVENSIES OUT OF THE WARDROBE. Vague thinky thoughts re: children's books, including Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising, Lloyd Alexander's Prydain Chronicles, Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book, and some books called Narnia by some dude named C.S. Lewis following in a few weeks, while I check to see if the library still has Cooper and Alexander.
Now, fic. In very small segments. No, serious, very small. Look, I process differently.
*
Peter is on the edge of panic when he hears a soft whisper in his ear, a low, dark laugh like water running over stones. Awake, after so long dreaming!
He doesn't jerk his head around to look for the speaker, because he doesn't dare take his eyes off the wolf in front of him; Susan's shriek of, "Peter, just drop it!" nearly drowns out the whisperer's next words.
So you are the new king, breathes in his ear, and Peter shudders, nearly unable to bear it. The wolf makes some kind of promise, something about Ed, but he barely hears it.
I cannot hold the chains much longer, king. My sons and daughters yearn to be free. But you may trust me, I swear it by Aslan.
It hurts, it bloody hurts, the sound in his head, rocks and river grating against each other. He thinks back through the haze: who are you? What are you?
My name is Achelous. I am the river. Trust me, king!
The creaks and cracks both beneath his feet and above him as the waterfall threatens to shatter his bonds.
"Peter!" Susan shrieks.
I trust you, he thinks back, because he doesn't have a choice, and yells, "Hold onto me!" as he plunges his sword into the ice.
*
Lucy is holding onto Peter with grim determination, fingers folded tight into the rough, slippery fur of his sleeve, and she thinks that her grip is firm, that they're going to be all right, and then a hand tugs at her legs, another at her feet, and she barely has breath to scream before they pull her free of her coat and under the water.
She flails, gasping for air, and then forgets to struggle for breath when she sees who grabbed at her. There are three of them, slim girlish women with shreds of river weed for skirts, their long, loose hair swirling around them in the water as they look back at her. Their voices sound like running water when they speak.
You're not one of us.
You're a human. To think, humans in Narnia again!
It's just like old times! one of them exclaims, clapping her hands excitedly in front of her, and only belatedly does Lucy remember that she has to breathe, and lets out a stream of bubbles, clawing at the icy water as she tries to strike for the surface.
Now, now, my daughters, a deeper, darker voice rumbles, like a man's, but not. Play kindly with the little queen.
Yes, Papa, the three maidens chorus, and then one slips a hand around Lucy's wrist, another an arm about her waist, and the third presses their lips together; Lucy breathes in air.
Don't tell anyone, she whispers. We do so love surprises! And the three of them practically toss Lucy up onto the shore, where she finds herself dripping wet and freezing.
*
The Witch says, Set him free, and it's all Tumnus can do not to scream, because there's no escape from that, there never has been. The White Witch's people like to say that she gives everyone a sporting chance, gives them back whatever armor and weapons they came to her wearing, strike off their chains and their bindings, but there's no such thing as a sporting chance, not with her. Fight or flee, there's no escape. She catches them all in the end, and it's nothing but amusement for her.
Tumnus tries anyway.
*
Four children walk into a wardrobe. None of them come out.
From Mama Pevensie, Peter gets "Good man," while Susan gets, "Be a big girl."
Idle thought while the Pevensies are at the train station: wow, they're all going to have problems when they get back to England post-Narnia: suddenly, everyone's taller than them. Followed by a somewhat confused addition of: but minotaurs are taller, and centaurs...
The bemused look Peter gives Edmund (and/or Lucy?) when Mrs. Macready snaps at Susan, "No touchin' of the historical artifacts!" That look is pretty much, "Look at perfect Susan get yelled at for doing something wrong!"
Vague Lucy-Tumnus meeting thoughts: Tumnus has paper-wrapped packages, which means he's getting them from somewhere. The market, maybe? Which implies that there is a market, somewhere...check out those paper-wrapped bottles, by the way, wonder what's in those...sardines are ocean fish, aren't they? Which means that they're getting fish from somewhere, and it in turn is getting inland somehow. Fishing trade?
When Tumnus plays his Narnian lullaby, the first image in the fire is of a stag, which -- flees? (The White Stag, maybe? Foreshadowing?) Followed by a set of dancing fauns, who are wearing swords. That's not what I usually see in my lullabies, I'm just saying. I am curious about the swords; the general implication is that pre-Long Winter Narnia was all peace and good will, and since that is what Tumnus is trying to sing (sort of. y'all know what I mean?), the swords...stand out. Especially following the stag. Okay, my mind is on animal sacrifice, sue me.
Edmund-White Witch thoughts: is that a road? Does that create the implication that there are roads (or a road) in Narnia? If there is a road, is there only the one road? What was the White Witch doing in this part of Narnia?
Ginarrbrik throwing the goblet against the tree and it exploding into snow! Does the White Witch actually know what Turkish delight is? How is the magic working here? Is it going off her thoughts, or Edmund's, or...it's magic, why am I bothering?
I think there may be a Narnian time lapse between when Lucy enters the wardrobe and when Edmund does, just because of how long it should in theory take Lucy to go find Tumnus's house and have tea and then come back, compared to Edmund, who it doesn't seem like was wandering around that long.
(I think I am either losing my mind or my disc is skipping? Because there was not a line in two places that there should have been, one when the kids are fleeing through the halls of the manor right before they go into the wardrobe, and one later on, during the river scene. Y'all know I would love an excuse to buy a new copy of LWW.)
Damn, I can't remember what the lights were in Tumnus's house. Candles? Lanterns?
I find it interesting that Peter just rips the sign out of the post in Tumnus's house, instead of leaving it up for someone else to read.
How long has passed since Tumnus was arrested? Obviously enough time for snow to blow into the house post-destruction (either new snowfall or wind, hmm). And how much time before that while the Beavers and Badger and their pals plotted to get Tumnus out (to Archenland? I wonder where) after Tumnus's meeting with Lucy? There is plotting. There is underground rebellion. Guys, why are the fic writers not all over this? AWESOME.
The White Witch's throne has these sunray sort of things coming off it, and those are mirrored on the front of her chariot later on. Interesting.
Aww, Susan immediately jumping in to help Mrs. Beaver start packing.
The wolves -- hmm, I am relatively certain they could have gone in through the door, but instead they try and claw apart the roof. They want to make the place inhabitable, real damage that'll be harder to repair than a broken door.
Badger's house...I think we see the door? And then there is a picnic table, and then also a lot of statues, as is established. *winces*
I'm sorry, I think Fox is my new favorite character.
Father Christmas. Teddy bear, teddy bear, magic healing vial, bow that never misses, teddy bear, sword of destiny... I rather miss the fact that the Beavers don't get presents in the movie the way they do in the books. WHEN DOES MRS. BEAVER GET HER SEWING MACHINE.
Thoughts re: White Witch's statues and the river scene following in fic form.
First thought upon seeing Aslan's camp: holy shit, do you know what the PC-era Narnians would have said about this? "Those spoiled brats! They can't fight a war without their fancy tents! They have to sleep in beds. Wimps." (Guys, I never kid about Narnia.)
I am actually quite curious about what kind of rumors were spreading across Narnia in order to bring together an army, and about the Pevensies. (Actually, why the Beavers didn't hear them as well -- are they on the edge of Narnia, borderwise? And how long these rumors have spreading. Ever since Tumnus met Lucy, and accidentally summoned Aslan?)
I now want to compare the sound of Susan's horn in LWW and PC. Also, she obviously runs for her horn while the towel is befuddling the wolf, but she doesn't have it when she and Lucy are in the tree... Peter moves to put the river to his back, while the wolves are trying to flank him.
This forest does not look like the other forests. It looks more evil.
What are they having for breakfast? (Post-Edmund's return, I mean.) Toast, eggs, something in those pretty glasses...
You know I have vague thoughts regarding the results of the White Witch's role in Narnia ("traitors are mine") and what it means that she eventually is not there, but they are still only vague.
What are those animals passing behind the four sitting Pevensies? Badgers? I can't quite tell.
Lucy, honey, don't you want to put on your shoes? In theory she must put them on before she tries to go outside...
There's an interesting look on the White Witch's face after she kills Aslan; she shuts her eyes and stills for a heartbeat, and then she starts giving orders.
How the hell did the Stone Table manage to go from the top of a cliff to sitting in the middle of a plain, never mind the hill built up over it, in only thirteen hundred years? Geologic change doesn't move that fast, does it?
Oh, now that's interesting. Peter and Edmund's tabards (and Susan's skirts) in PC were dark red, while in LWW Peter and Edmund's tabards are a much brighter red. Interesting.
Oh, man, there is nothing that makes me wince more during the whole battle than the two griffins that fly towards the White Witch and the one that gets turned to stone and shatters -- Aslan or no Aslan, Lucy's cordial or no cordial, no one is coming back from that.
Huh. At the coronation, the unicorn that Peter was riding that got injured is there, tucked off in a corner along with the lioness that Edmund drew on.
Oh, Bed, always checking to see what colors the banners are. Red on gold, actually, the majority of them.
In the background of Lucy and Tumnus standing by the window -- is that Susan and Edmund, at different points, getting food?
OH PEVENSIES OUT OF THE WARDROBE. Vague thinky thoughts re: children's books, including Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising, Lloyd Alexander's Prydain Chronicles, Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book, and some books called Narnia by some dude named C.S. Lewis following in a few weeks, while I check to see if the library still has Cooper and Alexander.
Now, fic. In very small segments. No, serious, very small. Look, I process differently.
*
Peter is on the edge of panic when he hears a soft whisper in his ear, a low, dark laugh like water running over stones. Awake, after so long dreaming!
He doesn't jerk his head around to look for the speaker, because he doesn't dare take his eyes off the wolf in front of him; Susan's shriek of, "Peter, just drop it!" nearly drowns out the whisperer's next words.
So you are the new king, breathes in his ear, and Peter shudders, nearly unable to bear it. The wolf makes some kind of promise, something about Ed, but he barely hears it.
I cannot hold the chains much longer, king. My sons and daughters yearn to be free. But you may trust me, I swear it by Aslan.
It hurts, it bloody hurts, the sound in his head, rocks and river grating against each other. He thinks back through the haze: who are you? What are you?
My name is Achelous. I am the river. Trust me, king!
The creaks and cracks both beneath his feet and above him as the waterfall threatens to shatter his bonds.
"Peter!" Susan shrieks.
I trust you, he thinks back, because he doesn't have a choice, and yells, "Hold onto me!" as he plunges his sword into the ice.
*
Lucy is holding onto Peter with grim determination, fingers folded tight into the rough, slippery fur of his sleeve, and she thinks that her grip is firm, that they're going to be all right, and then a hand tugs at her legs, another at her feet, and she barely has breath to scream before they pull her free of her coat and under the water.
She flails, gasping for air, and then forgets to struggle for breath when she sees who grabbed at her. There are three of them, slim girlish women with shreds of river weed for skirts, their long, loose hair swirling around them in the water as they look back at her. Their voices sound like running water when they speak.
You're not one of us.
You're a human. To think, humans in Narnia again!
It's just like old times! one of them exclaims, clapping her hands excitedly in front of her, and only belatedly does Lucy remember that she has to breathe, and lets out a stream of bubbles, clawing at the icy water as she tries to strike for the surface.
Now, now, my daughters, a deeper, darker voice rumbles, like a man's, but not. Play kindly with the little queen.
Yes, Papa, the three maidens chorus, and then one slips a hand around Lucy's wrist, another an arm about her waist, and the third presses their lips together; Lucy breathes in air.
Don't tell anyone, she whispers. We do so love surprises! And the three of them practically toss Lucy up onto the shore, where she finds herself dripping wet and freezing.
*
The Witch says, Set him free, and it's all Tumnus can do not to scream, because there's no escape from that, there never has been. The White Witch's people like to say that she gives everyone a sporting chance, gives them back whatever armor and weapons they came to her wearing, strike off their chains and their bindings, but there's no such thing as a sporting chance, not with her. Fight or flee, there's no escape. She catches them all in the end, and it's nothing but amusement for her.
Tumnus tries anyway.
*
Four children walk into a wardrobe. None of them come out.