The siblings had known as you as the girl adopted by the professor, around Peter’s age. You were friendly but never spoke, always smiled at them and folded their laundry, cleaned up their messes like it was your job.

Then Lucy being Lucy had asked the professor why you never spoke, he told her that you were deaf, had been from a young age so you never learned how to speak. It had been hard with the war happening.

When the siblings had found the wardrobe and entered through it, finding Narnia, the professor had gave you clear instructions. Don’t get caught by them, keep an eye out for them.

Except you did end up getting caught, you had helped the siblings when they fell into the river, pulled them out and made sure they got warm.

When they saw you, they were beyond shocked. You had pointy ears, yet you still didn’t speak. Mr. Beaver had explained to the siblings that you were an elf, one that was supposed to keep an eye on them.

You kept an eye on them for as long as you could, after Peter became king, Susan became queen, Lucy the princess and Edmund the prince.

They were older now, wiser, Peter was due for a wife, a queen. He had officially turned 19 so many different princesses came from different kingdoms so he could get to know each one of them.

There was a dinner, each princess sat at the table, you stood off to the side watching Peter interact with every one of them. Reading his lips as he spoke to each one.

He had snuck away from the dinner and went to his quarters, you followed behind him as he sat on his bed with an irritable sigh, he mumbled something to you but obviously you couldn’t hear him and you couldn’t read his lips.

You walked up to him, tapping his shoulder, he lifted his head and looked at you as you tapped his lip for him to look at you when you speak so you could read his lips.