; a childhood of memories




Lucy: They're so still.
Trumpkin: The trees? What did you expect?
Lucy: They used to dance.
Trumpkin: Wasn't long after you left that the Telmarines invaded.
Those who survived retreated into the woods.
And the trees, they retreated so deep into themselves that they haven't been heard from since.

Narnia ♥♥



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