Hello! my first Zelda fanfic. I had the idea last night at 1:30, I just couldn't sleep. I worked on it all day in school. Its also my first story with more than one chapter. (Even if they are short) Still, just sit back and enjoy.
Not Yours, Not Mine, Our Chapter 1: Another Visit
The land of Hyrule lay asleep under the stars. The forest, slightly alive with few creatures that stirred. The rivers, flowing with only a few fish swimming. The market, silent from the typical hustle and bustle. The castle, strong and solid, with only guards awake, well, almost.
One window decorated in from the inside with delicate lace was still lit with a single candle along with a rope hanging outside. A young woman in a lacy gown sat staring at the window, waiting. At once she saw the rope move. A dark figure in the night with a pointy hat made his way up. As he slumped through the window, exhausted, he looked up to see a beautiful figure staring down at him saying, "What took you so long?"
"Well" he said standing up; "I had to wait for the guards to shift. You know, those new guards really suck, they get to their shifts really fast, I almost didn't make it."
"Maybe you're just losing your touch."
"Oh really?" he said wiggling his fingers, "Let's test that theory… tickle attack!"
He lunged at her and she began laughing hysterically, yet trying not to disturb the castle. Eventually he stopped, seeing as he cried uncle once again. The two chatted about everything and nothing, about each other and their lives. Link would tell her about the forest creatures, the Kokiri's simple lives, the wild outdoors, the towns full of people.
The villages are what most interested Zelda. She heard about their very different lives as well as their trials and tribulations, sometimes caused by the king. Sometimes he would avoid those mentionings to keep Zelda happy. He intently listened to her life in the palace. The constant pressure to be perfect, the boring diplomatic meetings, the fancy, and uncomfortable dinners, and the manners, manners, manners!
Link would always leave Zelda with many questions about the people. He did not mean for her to take the news badly, but it always did. She had to know about the peoples' troubles. Around two in the morning he would leave, she needed rest, and that was the easiest guard change to slip through. A "Goodbye" and a hug always left them departed. He slid down the rope and slinked his way out. She brought it up, closed the window and went to bed.
Well, what do you think? I already have 2 written and 3 half done. 2 should be up tomorrow.