This is my fanfic-debut. I decide to make a story about Medigoron, because his and his brothers dimensions just shocked me, when I played OoT first. And now, have fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina Of Time. All characters, places, events etc. are trademarks of Nintendo.
Speak in tongues
Everyday he lie in his den, working on his sword, the ultimate creation for outnumbering his big brother, Biggoron, in making swords, and become the most respected sword maker in Hyrule. It's not that he has a problem with his brother, but in terms of swords and blades, they are both very overambitious.
In 5 years, he would have completed this giant's knife and give it the most worthy person. Or the one, who will pays 200 rupees for his ultimate creation. But he still has no idea, for what he should use the money, because he can not leave his den.
And that's something, that everyone uses to talk to him, because he's forced to listen to them, to their problems, to their nonsense. And everyone in Goron City believe, that this must be a very monotonous faith. But he doesn't think so.
He loves to listen to the often totally unknown persons. He has talked with every kind of living being that exist in Hyrule. He knows, that he has 'seen' much more of Hyrule than every of his tribe members. Maybe even more than the great brother, Darunia. But this thought is very irreverent, so he keeps this believe at the back of his mind. But it's true. He has heard stories from Zoras and their domain. Also, he has talked to Gerudos and even to a Kokiri. And that's something really strange, because the Kokiri guy in his green tunic told him, that the Kokiri are normally not able to leave their forest.
In his mind, he can recollect all the images of the places his guests talk about. He is able to image the water of Lake Hylia, the trees of the Lost Woods, the bleakly, sabulous winds in Haunted Wasteland and the lively Hyrule Castle Town. The Zoras, swimming down Zora River with incredible speed. The Kokiri, playing in their village and playing their wonderful song, filling the entire Death Mountain with joy. The Gerudos, stealing everything in range. And the Hylians with their impressive civilization...
He continues to forge his weapon, while he rethinks again, that living in a den has advantages: you'll ever appreciate the beauty of the world, because you don't got used to it. He also never wants to get used to the visits, simply because they make him, the very large Goron, that has not at any time seen anything from Hyrule, happy and drag away any feelings of missing experiences. And it gives him pleasure to help those, who search for a hint or a suggestion for their lives. For sure, he's not omniscient, but he can think, and told his attendants, what he believes to be a good thing. And it never backfires, so his advises works well.
After a short time, he decides that he has done his day work and should rest now. With the hope of being visited for a long time, but with the initial wish of being somewhen able to leave Goron City and to see the world, he fall into a undisturbed and peaceful sleep...
The End
And my first fan fiction is already over. Well, I hope, it's better than expected ... or at least not the worst of all time.