Disclaimer: nooo, i do NOT own the loz characters (namely zelda, link,
impa, malon, saria, gannondorf, and any others i may use). nor do i own
such items as the triforce the master sword and etc. THEY ARE NOT MINE!!
but the story IS. it's my creation!! don't tell me i messed up stuff from
the game b/c i DID IT ON PURPOSE!! loz characters and objects, my story!!
SO THERE!!! c, i have this weird thing that malon and saria are sorta step-
sister n all that...
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"Your majesty, are you suggesting that perhaps we send parts of our men to the other countries involved in the war....to hopefully reorganize them?"
"Yes, Sir Brian," Zelda answed, shifting her attention towards him. "Who else would be better to send down to those poor countries other than ourselves? We're the ones who dragged them into this sordid affair, are we not?"
"That is true, your highness," Sir Brian obliged, nodding his head. "But keep in mind that we have not always been allies with some of the countries you intend on helping. It could be rather dangerous."
"Sir," Zelda said very slowly. "If I thought that doing this could endanger my soldiers in any way, I wouldn't even consider it. I've thought it over for nights and nights. I've written letters, and gotten answers, and now I have made my decision."
"Perhaps you're tired from all the strenuous work you've done," Sir Brian said uncomfortably.
Zelda wasn't exactly sure what he was getting at, but he made it seem as if she was not used to doing work at all. "Strenuous work, Sir Brian! And what do you think I have been doing ever since my father's death!?" The princess stood up. "Just sitting about, sewing, dreaming of purple horses and pink butterflies?! A princess has responsibilities, in case you didn't know! And I'll be hanged before I let a country slip away into wreckage because I let another soldier talk me into this war!"
"Your highness, I meant no offense--"
"I am tired of hearing your voice!" Zelda interrupted him. "It does nothing but contradict my words! You will give your men my orders, or I will see to it that you are dismissed! Get out! All of you!"
There was a scuffle of chairs as the knights exited the room, and the princess slowly collapsed back into her chairs. "Those idiots," she muttered to herself, rubbing her temple with her fingers. She looked up. "Link! What're you still doing here?"
Slowly, Link stood up. He walked across the room until he was standing right in front of Zelda's throne. "Princess, I've walked by your side through many of these casualties before. . .I know how hard it is on you. I wish you would confide in the others about he pain this is causing you."
Zelda looked away from him. "I guess you see right through me, don't you? But if I don't keep up this image, Hyrule will never think me a suitable leader if I can't do things for myself!"
"But it's hurting you!" Link protested. "I know you don't want to think about Zelda, but you've just got to take a rest some time."
"Take a rest?!" Zelda repeated, getting to her feet once more. "Link, do you honestly believe that I have time to take a rest?! To just lie down and doze off while Hyrule and the countries around us are crumbling to the ground?! I can't do that, Link! Maybe you can, but I never could!"
She raised a hand, hoping to land a smart slap across his face, but Link caught her wrist before she could make it. His expression showed one of regret, softness and understanding. Zelda choked on some tears and gradually sat back down.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized, sniffling. "That was a horrid thing of me to say; implying that you could just lay around and let Hyrule suffer....I know you would die before doing such a thing....but that's only what I'm trying to do!"
"I know," Link whispered. He placed his hand gently under her chin and tilted her head so she faced him. "Don't worry, Zelda. The war is over....you needn't worry yourself over anything for a while now." He straightened and began to walk out of the room, saying, "If it is your wish, I shall make certain that Sir Brian gives the knights your orders, your majesty."
"Thank you," she whispered, as he shut the door behind him. 'What a fool I am!' Zelda thought to herself. 'Link should've been knighted ages ago...I must change that law making him too young!'
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"Saria, are you still out there?" Malon called from inside their house. "I told you to quit practicing and come in for dinner!"
"I'll be there in just minute, I've one arrow left!" Saria called back. She raised an arrow to her bow, aimed at the target on the tree, and then fired. The arrow was sent whizzing forward, hitting the bullseye within two seconds. She was about sixty yards away from the tree.
Malon rolled her eyes and continued to stir something she had in a bowl. She felt two hands suddenly grab her around the neck and pull her backwards. Instinctively, Malon reached for her dagger and swiped it behind her.
She heard laughter as she was released and turned around to see her sister.
"Saria!! Stop doing that!"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist!" Saria laughed, sitting down at the table. "You just looked so vulnerable!" Malon was still giving her an icy glare. "What? I'm your sister, that's what I'm supposed to do!"
"Well, I wish you'd stop," Malon said. "And maybe act your age, for once!"
"Aw, come on, lighten up," Saria said, leaning back in her chair.
"Would you be so kind as to give me a hand with this?" Malon asked. "Link should be arriving here any minute now."
"Since when is Link coming?" Saria asked, jumping up. She happened to have a huge crush on him. "Why didn't you tell me?! Goddesses, I'd have been in here ages ago to help you out! Quick, tell me--what do I have to do?"
"I thought that might snag your attention," Malon sighed, grinning. "Here, you can help me set the--"
"Sure!" Saria said, whisking about the small room, setting plates and other things on the tabletop. She took a deep breath, then said, "Is there anything else at all that you could possibly wish me to do?"
"Actually, I think that about covers it," Malon replied. Saria looked a little bit disappointed. There was a knock on the door. "Well, well, well, I wonder who in Hyrule THAT could be?" Malon laughed as Saria leapt to answer the door. "Maybe it's Princess Zelda," she added sarcastically.
Saria opened the door wide, and Link smiled at her. "Hello, Saria, how are you?"
"I'm fine, you?"
"I'm all right, I think."
"Please, do come inside, Link," Saria said.
"Malon?" Link called, taking a step inside the house but not shutting the door. "Is it all right that I brought along a friend of mine? She has something rather important she wants to discuss with you....it was a little bit last second."
"Oh, it's no problem at all," Malon said. "I'm afraid I made too much food, anyhow. Saria, come in and set an extra place, would you?"
"All right," Saria agreed, walking back inside the kitchen.
"Come on in, Zel," Link said, taking the Princess's arm and bringing her into the home. "No one's going to bite your head off."
Cautiously, Zelda took a step inside the home and shut the door behind her. Link let go of her hand as she lowered her hood (it had been raining outside). "Oh, dear," Zelda sighed. "Link, we're soaking wet."
"It's all right," Malon called from the kitchen. "A little bit of water never hurt anybod--OW!!" There was a crashing noise as Malon slipped on some water Saria had brought in from outside. "On second thought, perhaps you two had better dry off in the room down the hall."
A few minutes later, Link and Zelda walked into the kitchen, where Saria and Malon were preparing to sit down.
Malon fought to keep her mouth from dropping. Immediately she curtsied gracefully saying, "Good evening, your majesty. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Oh, please, sit down."
"Thank you," Zelda said, taking the chair across from Saria and next to Link. "Link tells me that you own a ranch of horses. Are you perhaps Malon of the Lon Lon Ranch?"
"Yes, Princess, that's me," Malon said. "And this is my sister, Saria. We inherited the ranch after my father died two years ago."
"I'm sorry about your loss," Zelda said, sounding as though she meant it. "I know how it feels to lose a father."
"Thank you for your condolences, your majesty," Malon said.
"But owning this ranch, I can only assume that you have a very large knowledge of horses and their....shall we say....habits. Would I be correct?"
"Yes, you would, highness," Malon said. "I've been around horses and studying them nearly my whole life. May I help you in any way with your horses?"
Zelda hesitated, then said, "My horse has been acting rather....strange lately. He won't let anyone ride him; not me, not Link, not anyone. And if you get too close to him, he tries to snap at you. He never used to do that before. Do you suppose that it might be some sort of stage he's going through?"
"Puberty?" Saria asked, laughing shortly. Malon also let out a laugh, and Link smiled. Zelda, however, was not as amused.
"I'm rather afraid that it's somewhat serious," Zelda said. "He has me worried. I was hoping that you might be able to stop by the castle at some time and give me a hand with him."
Malon nodded, and said, "I've no time this evening, but perhaps tomorrow afternoon I could have a look at him. Would that suit you, your highness?"
"It sounds very well to me," Zelda answered.
"I'll stop by and pick you both up tomorrow, then," Link said. "You'll probably need me to get you through the front gates.
"Excellent." Zelda stood up. "I apologize for coming and going so quickly, and I also apologize for the trouble you went to to set this extra place, but I'm afraid I must be going. I've a strenuous amount of work to be done back at home, and I'd best be getting a start at it."
"Shall I escort you to the door, Zelda?" Link offered, beginning to get out of his seat.
"No need to bother yourself," Zelda said, gently pressing her hand down on his shoulder, forcing him back down into his chair. "I do believe that I can manage my way to the front door. Thank you, though." She turned to Malon. "Tomorrow, then. Lovely to have met you both."
"Lovely to have met you, as well, your highness," Malon said.
"Yes," Saria concurred.
"Good-bye." Zelda headed out of the kitchen, raised her hood, and walked out of the front door.
"Good Goddesses!" Saria exclaimed, slumping in her seat. "You'd think that that Princess could smile at a joke every now and then!"
"Oh, Saria," Malon sighed. "I'm sure that her highness had her reasons for being so....cynical."
"You two shouldn't be so hard on her," Link reprimanded lightly. "The Princess is underneath a lot of stress now. Neither of you know how many responsibilities she's got nowadays, and its rather hard work. Having her horse feeling ill really isn't helping."
There was an uncomfortable pause.
"So I noticed that you were on first-name terms with her," Malon said, poking at something on her plate with her fork. "I found that a little bit interesting." She looked up into his eyes. "Though I do hope I'm not prying."
"No, not at all," Link said. "I do not always call her by name; I usually don't. But the Princess and I have known each other for such a very long time, and she eventually decided that it was unnecessary for me to use her title. Especially since we were such good....friends."
Saria squinted as she saw the light in Link's eyes shift slightly. "Well, I do hope that we can help her horse," she said loudly, hoping to snap him out of his sudden stupor. "She said the problem is serious."
"It is," Link said. "I hope you were not to offended when she didn't laugh at your joke about puberty."
"No offense was taken," Saria replied hastily. "But she seemed so gloomy and forlorn, and it was only an attempt to cheer her up."
"Well, I can assure you that she looks lovely when she smiles," Link said.
"I'm sure she does," said Malon.
Later that night.........
Zelda heard a knock on her door as she was brushing her hair. "Come in," she said, putting down the brush and turning around to see who it was.
Link stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
"Link!!" Zelda said, scandalized, as she was wearing nothing but a pearl white night gown. "Why didn't you tell me it was you at the door?!" In an attempt to cover herself, she flew to the closet and threw on a blue robe.
"You told me to some in," Link said, grinning.
"Well yes, but I thought you were Impa," Zelda sighed with exasperation.
"In that case, you thought wrong," Link teased her.
"Well, what is it you want?" Zelda asked. "You didn't climb up those two-hundred and fifty-four stairs just to see me in my nightgown, did you?"
"You've counted them?" Link asked in astonishment.
Zelda shrugged. "I have to do SOMEthing to entertain myself while I'm scaling them. But you didn't answer my question. Why did you come up?"
Link paused, then said, "It's two things, actually.I wanted you to confirm what time I should go over to Lon Lon Ranch and pick up Malon and Saria."
"I don't know, I guess sometime before lunch," Zelda answered, sitting down on her bed. "That way they can stay for it if they wish."
"Nothing would please Saria more than to dine in a castle," Link said. "It's pretty much been her dream since she was a little girl."
"And what was the second thing you came up here for?" Zelda inquired.
"To see you in your nightgown," Link joked, grinning.
"Oh, I wish you would't make such scandalous jokes at this time of night," Zelda sighed. "I'm too tired for them. Don't take this personally, Link, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. If Impa finds you up here, we're both as good as dead, and I'm also much too tired to hold up a conversation."
"I understand," Link said, bowing. "Good-night, your highness."
"Good-night."
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"Your majesty, are you suggesting that perhaps we send parts of our men to the other countries involved in the war....to hopefully reorganize them?"
"Yes, Sir Brian," Zelda answed, shifting her attention towards him. "Who else would be better to send down to those poor countries other than ourselves? We're the ones who dragged them into this sordid affair, are we not?"
"That is true, your highness," Sir Brian obliged, nodding his head. "But keep in mind that we have not always been allies with some of the countries you intend on helping. It could be rather dangerous."
"Sir," Zelda said very slowly. "If I thought that doing this could endanger my soldiers in any way, I wouldn't even consider it. I've thought it over for nights and nights. I've written letters, and gotten answers, and now I have made my decision."
"Perhaps you're tired from all the strenuous work you've done," Sir Brian said uncomfortably.
Zelda wasn't exactly sure what he was getting at, but he made it seem as if she was not used to doing work at all. "Strenuous work, Sir Brian! And what do you think I have been doing ever since my father's death!?" The princess stood up. "Just sitting about, sewing, dreaming of purple horses and pink butterflies?! A princess has responsibilities, in case you didn't know! And I'll be hanged before I let a country slip away into wreckage because I let another soldier talk me into this war!"
"Your highness, I meant no offense--"
"I am tired of hearing your voice!" Zelda interrupted him. "It does nothing but contradict my words! You will give your men my orders, or I will see to it that you are dismissed! Get out! All of you!"
There was a scuffle of chairs as the knights exited the room, and the princess slowly collapsed back into her chairs. "Those idiots," she muttered to herself, rubbing her temple with her fingers. She looked up. "Link! What're you still doing here?"
Slowly, Link stood up. He walked across the room until he was standing right in front of Zelda's throne. "Princess, I've walked by your side through many of these casualties before. . .I know how hard it is on you. I wish you would confide in the others about he pain this is causing you."
Zelda looked away from him. "I guess you see right through me, don't you? But if I don't keep up this image, Hyrule will never think me a suitable leader if I can't do things for myself!"
"But it's hurting you!" Link protested. "I know you don't want to think about Zelda, but you've just got to take a rest some time."
"Take a rest?!" Zelda repeated, getting to her feet once more. "Link, do you honestly believe that I have time to take a rest?! To just lie down and doze off while Hyrule and the countries around us are crumbling to the ground?! I can't do that, Link! Maybe you can, but I never could!"
She raised a hand, hoping to land a smart slap across his face, but Link caught her wrist before she could make it. His expression showed one of regret, softness and understanding. Zelda choked on some tears and gradually sat back down.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized, sniffling. "That was a horrid thing of me to say; implying that you could just lay around and let Hyrule suffer....I know you would die before doing such a thing....but that's only what I'm trying to do!"
"I know," Link whispered. He placed his hand gently under her chin and tilted her head so she faced him. "Don't worry, Zelda. The war is over....you needn't worry yourself over anything for a while now." He straightened and began to walk out of the room, saying, "If it is your wish, I shall make certain that Sir Brian gives the knights your orders, your majesty."
"Thank you," she whispered, as he shut the door behind him. 'What a fool I am!' Zelda thought to herself. 'Link should've been knighted ages ago...I must change that law making him too young!'
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"Saria, are you still out there?" Malon called from inside their house. "I told you to quit practicing and come in for dinner!"
"I'll be there in just minute, I've one arrow left!" Saria called back. She raised an arrow to her bow, aimed at the target on the tree, and then fired. The arrow was sent whizzing forward, hitting the bullseye within two seconds. She was about sixty yards away from the tree.
Malon rolled her eyes and continued to stir something she had in a bowl. She felt two hands suddenly grab her around the neck and pull her backwards. Instinctively, Malon reached for her dagger and swiped it behind her.
She heard laughter as she was released and turned around to see her sister.
"Saria!! Stop doing that!"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist!" Saria laughed, sitting down at the table. "You just looked so vulnerable!" Malon was still giving her an icy glare. "What? I'm your sister, that's what I'm supposed to do!"
"Well, I wish you'd stop," Malon said. "And maybe act your age, for once!"
"Aw, come on, lighten up," Saria said, leaning back in her chair.
"Would you be so kind as to give me a hand with this?" Malon asked. "Link should be arriving here any minute now."
"Since when is Link coming?" Saria asked, jumping up. She happened to have a huge crush on him. "Why didn't you tell me?! Goddesses, I'd have been in here ages ago to help you out! Quick, tell me--what do I have to do?"
"I thought that might snag your attention," Malon sighed, grinning. "Here, you can help me set the--"
"Sure!" Saria said, whisking about the small room, setting plates and other things on the tabletop. She took a deep breath, then said, "Is there anything else at all that you could possibly wish me to do?"
"Actually, I think that about covers it," Malon replied. Saria looked a little bit disappointed. There was a knock on the door. "Well, well, well, I wonder who in Hyrule THAT could be?" Malon laughed as Saria leapt to answer the door. "Maybe it's Princess Zelda," she added sarcastically.
Saria opened the door wide, and Link smiled at her. "Hello, Saria, how are you?"
"I'm fine, you?"
"I'm all right, I think."
"Please, do come inside, Link," Saria said.
"Malon?" Link called, taking a step inside the house but not shutting the door. "Is it all right that I brought along a friend of mine? She has something rather important she wants to discuss with you....it was a little bit last second."
"Oh, it's no problem at all," Malon said. "I'm afraid I made too much food, anyhow. Saria, come in and set an extra place, would you?"
"All right," Saria agreed, walking back inside the kitchen.
"Come on in, Zel," Link said, taking the Princess's arm and bringing her into the home. "No one's going to bite your head off."
Cautiously, Zelda took a step inside the home and shut the door behind her. Link let go of her hand as she lowered her hood (it had been raining outside). "Oh, dear," Zelda sighed. "Link, we're soaking wet."
"It's all right," Malon called from the kitchen. "A little bit of water never hurt anybod--OW!!" There was a crashing noise as Malon slipped on some water Saria had brought in from outside. "On second thought, perhaps you two had better dry off in the room down the hall."
A few minutes later, Link and Zelda walked into the kitchen, where Saria and Malon were preparing to sit down.
Malon fought to keep her mouth from dropping. Immediately she curtsied gracefully saying, "Good evening, your majesty. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Oh, please, sit down."
"Thank you," Zelda said, taking the chair across from Saria and next to Link. "Link tells me that you own a ranch of horses. Are you perhaps Malon of the Lon Lon Ranch?"
"Yes, Princess, that's me," Malon said. "And this is my sister, Saria. We inherited the ranch after my father died two years ago."
"I'm sorry about your loss," Zelda said, sounding as though she meant it. "I know how it feels to lose a father."
"Thank you for your condolences, your majesty," Malon said.
"But owning this ranch, I can only assume that you have a very large knowledge of horses and their....shall we say....habits. Would I be correct?"
"Yes, you would, highness," Malon said. "I've been around horses and studying them nearly my whole life. May I help you in any way with your horses?"
Zelda hesitated, then said, "My horse has been acting rather....strange lately. He won't let anyone ride him; not me, not Link, not anyone. And if you get too close to him, he tries to snap at you. He never used to do that before. Do you suppose that it might be some sort of stage he's going through?"
"Puberty?" Saria asked, laughing shortly. Malon also let out a laugh, and Link smiled. Zelda, however, was not as amused.
"I'm rather afraid that it's somewhat serious," Zelda said. "He has me worried. I was hoping that you might be able to stop by the castle at some time and give me a hand with him."
Malon nodded, and said, "I've no time this evening, but perhaps tomorrow afternoon I could have a look at him. Would that suit you, your highness?"
"It sounds very well to me," Zelda answered.
"I'll stop by and pick you both up tomorrow, then," Link said. "You'll probably need me to get you through the front gates.
"Excellent." Zelda stood up. "I apologize for coming and going so quickly, and I also apologize for the trouble you went to to set this extra place, but I'm afraid I must be going. I've a strenuous amount of work to be done back at home, and I'd best be getting a start at it."
"Shall I escort you to the door, Zelda?" Link offered, beginning to get out of his seat.
"No need to bother yourself," Zelda said, gently pressing her hand down on his shoulder, forcing him back down into his chair. "I do believe that I can manage my way to the front door. Thank you, though." She turned to Malon. "Tomorrow, then. Lovely to have met you both."
"Lovely to have met you, as well, your highness," Malon said.
"Yes," Saria concurred.
"Good-bye." Zelda headed out of the kitchen, raised her hood, and walked out of the front door.
"Good Goddesses!" Saria exclaimed, slumping in her seat. "You'd think that that Princess could smile at a joke every now and then!"
"Oh, Saria," Malon sighed. "I'm sure that her highness had her reasons for being so....cynical."
"You two shouldn't be so hard on her," Link reprimanded lightly. "The Princess is underneath a lot of stress now. Neither of you know how many responsibilities she's got nowadays, and its rather hard work. Having her horse feeling ill really isn't helping."
There was an uncomfortable pause.
"So I noticed that you were on first-name terms with her," Malon said, poking at something on her plate with her fork. "I found that a little bit interesting." She looked up into his eyes. "Though I do hope I'm not prying."
"No, not at all," Link said. "I do not always call her by name; I usually don't. But the Princess and I have known each other for such a very long time, and she eventually decided that it was unnecessary for me to use her title. Especially since we were such good....friends."
Saria squinted as she saw the light in Link's eyes shift slightly. "Well, I do hope that we can help her horse," she said loudly, hoping to snap him out of his sudden stupor. "She said the problem is serious."
"It is," Link said. "I hope you were not to offended when she didn't laugh at your joke about puberty."
"No offense was taken," Saria replied hastily. "But she seemed so gloomy and forlorn, and it was only an attempt to cheer her up."
"Well, I can assure you that she looks lovely when she smiles," Link said.
"I'm sure she does," said Malon.
Later that night.........
Zelda heard a knock on her door as she was brushing her hair. "Come in," she said, putting down the brush and turning around to see who it was.
Link stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
"Link!!" Zelda said, scandalized, as she was wearing nothing but a pearl white night gown. "Why didn't you tell me it was you at the door?!" In an attempt to cover herself, she flew to the closet and threw on a blue robe.
"You told me to some in," Link said, grinning.
"Well yes, but I thought you were Impa," Zelda sighed with exasperation.
"In that case, you thought wrong," Link teased her.
"Well, what is it you want?" Zelda asked. "You didn't climb up those two-hundred and fifty-four stairs just to see me in my nightgown, did you?"
"You've counted them?" Link asked in astonishment.
Zelda shrugged. "I have to do SOMEthing to entertain myself while I'm scaling them. But you didn't answer my question. Why did you come up?"
Link paused, then said, "It's two things, actually.I wanted you to confirm what time I should go over to Lon Lon Ranch and pick up Malon and Saria."
"I don't know, I guess sometime before lunch," Zelda answered, sitting down on her bed. "That way they can stay for it if they wish."
"Nothing would please Saria more than to dine in a castle," Link said. "It's pretty much been her dream since she was a little girl."
"And what was the second thing you came up here for?" Zelda inquired.
"To see you in your nightgown," Link joked, grinning.
"Oh, I wish you would't make such scandalous jokes at this time of night," Zelda sighed. "I'm too tired for them. Don't take this personally, Link, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. If Impa finds you up here, we're both as good as dead, and I'm also much too tired to hold up a conversation."
"I understand," Link said, bowing. "Good-night, your highness."
"Good-night."
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