A/N: This is my first experiment with song fic-ness, so plz be nice! Also, I don't think I have the whole song, I was copying out of Shrek credits.
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Zelda or the song.
He was silent. He was always silent. There were times when she wondered if he was mute, or if he simply preferred the silence. Perhaps the forest raised young man was atuned with nature to the point that he didn't need words. His face was expressive, his eyes held all the emotions and intensity of thousands of spoken syllables. She sat with him in the silence, allowing herself to breath in time with him, aching to speak, to tell him how she felt. Unsure of how he would react.
There is something that I see,
In the way you look at me,
There's a smile,
There's a truth,
In your eyes.
He did not pluck flowers like the other young men; uprooting beauty to present to her, acknowlogding only her beauty, not that of the wilting plants they held in baby-soft hands. His hands were rough, yet he caressed the petals of flowers as if they were something of infinite importance. She could swear she had seen him wince when walking nessecitated him stepping on grass. He never sat on the green, color speckled carpet of living beauty. He sat only on rocks, or dirt; places that had no life in them. She had learned to do the same when with him, feeling as if each flower than was not crushed underfoot was an important life saved.
What an unexpected way,
On this unexpected day,
Could it be
This is where I belong?
Is it you I have loved,
All along?\
He turned on the rock upon which they sat, his eyes meeting hers as he stroked her fingers the same way he stroked the flowers. What would this beautiful boy say, if he chose to speak? Would he declare his love for her, or simply chatter about her father, politics, the weather; all the boring things the other young men spoke of? His eyes glinted, blue as the ocean on a clear day, when the sky reflected off the clear water. He flicked shining hair away from his face; it glinted like spun gold in the sunlight. He did not smile, not really, though his strong lips tilted upwards slightly as he bent to press a kiss against her hand, right in the middle of the dim shape which had marked her destiny. Sometimes she wondered whether she did not have the wrong mark; for it was in his fathomless eyes that she saw Wisdom, not in the eyes of her reflection, so full of uncertainty.
There's no more mystery,
It is finally clear to me,
You're the home my heart's searched for,
So long,
It is you I have loved,
All along
He rose, lifting an instrument to his lips, playing a brief tune that was answered by a whinny and the sound of pounding hooves. Her hand tingled from the touch of his lips. He bowed before her, low on one knee as if he were the lowliest of men, while she knew he was the highest. Then he rose again, with a look that told her everything. She did not want to let him go. She rose up, her entire being, body and soul, shaking as she dared to break their silence.
"Hero, please do not go. Stay with me a little longer."
She did not know how it came about, but the next moment he held her, his lips soft yet firm on hers, delight shaking every pore of her body. Then, wonder of wonders, he spoke, his voice husky with emotion and lack of use. One word. Yet it told her everything she needed so badly to know.
"Zelda."
Whoa, over and over,
I'm filled with emotion,
As I look,
Into your perfect face.
It is you I have loved, all along.