A/N: Hey! How are ya'll doing today? (Looks around nerveously)
Ummm.....Well, here it is! My new story. I haven't posted in a while, so I
decided that I better get my lazy brain working and get this out before you
people forget about me! (Realizes most people all ready have) Oh....Well,
if you're gonna be that way, read this story so you'll remember!
Disclaimer: They (indicates characters in the story) belong to him (points to Mr. Miyamoto). Me, no. Him, yes. It's not tooo hard to understand. Though if I owned Link.....(Starts to day-dream and begins to drool over the key-board)
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The moonlight fell upon the frosty grass, slid through the silent forest, and came to rest on the inside of a ring of snow-covered evergreens.
Inside this perfect ring stood two perfect people, embracing in the pale moonlight.
The woman was beautiful, with the body of a goddess, and long, silky blonde hair that rested half-way down her gracefully arched back. Her rose red lips were slightly parted, letting steam out into the air each time she exhaled. The skin above her high cheek-bones were flushed from the cold, but her beautiful eyes that were so blue they looked purple were filled with un-shed tears.
One, just one, of those un-shed tears slowly ran from one of those beautiful blue eyes down her soft, pale cheek on a trail that no-one could see, and softly landed on the shoulder of the green tunic that the man she was embracing was wearing.
The man was strong, but weak. He was arrogant, but humble. He could silence a room without even raising his voice. He had the face of a god, and the body of a fighter, with blonde hair that had a way of falling adorably into his eyes, eyes that matched the womans' perfectly,
in just the right moments. But at that moment those beautiful eyes were also holding un-shed tears, and those beautiful, full lips that were always set in a cocky grin now had a frown gracing them.
For what was one to do when the only one who could make someone quit crying was the one who made that someone cry.
"I don't want you to go." It was a whisper, a whisper so feathery light that if he hadn't known it had come from her, he would have thought it the wind. The man pulled the woman closer.
"I know. I don't want to have to go either." As these words were exchanged, light, fluttery snow-flakes had slowly started to fall around them, and from some-where a soft ocarina tune had drifted in on the breeze.
Love was weaving its' spell around them even tighter than it already was.
"May I have this dance?" The woman blinked back her tears, and slowly, ever so slowly, a smile started to stretch across the beautiful skin that was her face.
She took his hand, and he began to lead in a moonlit dance, to music that nobody but them could hear. The snow still fell around them, and as the woman's hair flew out behind her as they moved in twists and turns across the snow-covered field, they made a perfect picture of what love was.
As the music slowly died away, the woman came in for one last turn. As the man pulled her close against his body, their lips met in perfect unison, and for what seemed be an eternity, but also not even a second, time stopped. The kiss went deeper as the woman's arms went around the man's neck, and his fingers found themselves getting lost in the woman's golden locks.
When they finally pulled apart, they stood looking at each other, and the man traced a finger down the side of the woman's face, and then her lips.
"I'll come back to you. I swear." That was all the woman needed. She was reassured, and she believed him with all of heart.
"I'll miss you." The man nodded. He knew. But it was time for him to go. He pulled back, but neither let go of the other's hand. They both wanted to hang on for as long as they could. When their fingers finally pulled loose of the other's, the woman kept hers held out, even though the man had already turned to walk away.
"Wait!" The cry rang out, disrupting the peaceful silence of the clearing. The man turned back slowly, as if he knew that if she ran into his arms again, he would never let her go. She slowly dropped her arm back down to her side.
"I love you Link." Those four words were spoken in a whisper, and for a moment she thought he hadn't heard them. But slowly, almost as slowly as hers had earlier, his lips turned up into a smile. But his wasn't one of happiness. It was one of a bittersweet longing.
"I love you too Zelda." And with that, he turned and walked into the trees, almost seeming to be a shadow himself.
Clouds drifted into the moon's smiling face, putting darkness upon the world. And as the clouds drifted away, Link was gone.
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A/N: Did ya like it? Did ya, did ya, did ya? I know that there was no point to it, but see the author's note above! I could make this into a chaptered story, if ya'll want me to. (Looks around uncertainly) If you want me to, tell me in your review. Do NOT flame me. I don't mind constructive critisism, but don't send me a review saying "This sucked!" Tell me why, and how to fix it. Oh! Just one more little thing, -k-? If you DO review, leave your e-mail address so I can write you back. Thanx!
P.s. I need a beta reader, so if anyone wants to take the job, put that into your review too, -k-? Luv ya lots!
Disclaimer: They (indicates characters in the story) belong to him (points to Mr. Miyamoto). Me, no. Him, yes. It's not tooo hard to understand. Though if I owned Link.....(Starts to day-dream and begins to drool over the key-board)
*~~~~~~~~~*
The moonlight fell upon the frosty grass, slid through the silent forest, and came to rest on the inside of a ring of snow-covered evergreens.
Inside this perfect ring stood two perfect people, embracing in the pale moonlight.
The woman was beautiful, with the body of a goddess, and long, silky blonde hair that rested half-way down her gracefully arched back. Her rose red lips were slightly parted, letting steam out into the air each time she exhaled. The skin above her high cheek-bones were flushed from the cold, but her beautiful eyes that were so blue they looked purple were filled with un-shed tears.
One, just one, of those un-shed tears slowly ran from one of those beautiful blue eyes down her soft, pale cheek on a trail that no-one could see, and softly landed on the shoulder of the green tunic that the man she was embracing was wearing.
The man was strong, but weak. He was arrogant, but humble. He could silence a room without even raising his voice. He had the face of a god, and the body of a fighter, with blonde hair that had a way of falling adorably into his eyes, eyes that matched the womans' perfectly,
in just the right moments. But at that moment those beautiful eyes were also holding un-shed tears, and those beautiful, full lips that were always set in a cocky grin now had a frown gracing them.
For what was one to do when the only one who could make someone quit crying was the one who made that someone cry.
"I don't want you to go." It was a whisper, a whisper so feathery light that if he hadn't known it had come from her, he would have thought it the wind. The man pulled the woman closer.
"I know. I don't want to have to go either." As these words were exchanged, light, fluttery snow-flakes had slowly started to fall around them, and from some-where a soft ocarina tune had drifted in on the breeze.
Love was weaving its' spell around them even tighter than it already was.
"May I have this dance?" The woman blinked back her tears, and slowly, ever so slowly, a smile started to stretch across the beautiful skin that was her face.
She took his hand, and he began to lead in a moonlit dance, to music that nobody but them could hear. The snow still fell around them, and as the woman's hair flew out behind her as they moved in twists and turns across the snow-covered field, they made a perfect picture of what love was.
As the music slowly died away, the woman came in for one last turn. As the man pulled her close against his body, their lips met in perfect unison, and for what seemed be an eternity, but also not even a second, time stopped. The kiss went deeper as the woman's arms went around the man's neck, and his fingers found themselves getting lost in the woman's golden locks.
When they finally pulled apart, they stood looking at each other, and the man traced a finger down the side of the woman's face, and then her lips.
"I'll come back to you. I swear." That was all the woman needed. She was reassured, and she believed him with all of heart.
"I'll miss you." The man nodded. He knew. But it was time for him to go. He pulled back, but neither let go of the other's hand. They both wanted to hang on for as long as they could. When their fingers finally pulled loose of the other's, the woman kept hers held out, even though the man had already turned to walk away.
"Wait!" The cry rang out, disrupting the peaceful silence of the clearing. The man turned back slowly, as if he knew that if she ran into his arms again, he would never let her go. She slowly dropped her arm back down to her side.
"I love you Link." Those four words were spoken in a whisper, and for a moment she thought he hadn't heard them. But slowly, almost as slowly as hers had earlier, his lips turned up into a smile. But his wasn't one of happiness. It was one of a bittersweet longing.
"I love you too Zelda." And with that, he turned and walked into the trees, almost seeming to be a shadow himself.
Clouds drifted into the moon's smiling face, putting darkness upon the world. And as the clouds drifted away, Link was gone.
*~~~~~~~~~*
A/N: Did ya like it? Did ya, did ya, did ya? I know that there was no point to it, but see the author's note above! I could make this into a chaptered story, if ya'll want me to. (Looks around uncertainly) If you want me to, tell me in your review. Do NOT flame me. I don't mind constructive critisism, but don't send me a review saying "This sucked!" Tell me why, and how to fix it. Oh! Just one more little thing, -k-? If you DO review, leave your e-mail address so I can write you back. Thanx!
P.s. I need a beta reader, so if anyone wants to take the job, put that into your review too, -k-? Luv ya lots!