Title: And Mused a Little Space
Fandom: Legend of Zelda (Twilight Princess)
Pairing/Characters: Link, Zelda
Warning(s): None
Genre: Gen
Title blatantly stolen from Alfred Lord Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott. Thanks, Alf!
Link took to fishing during his precious few moments of downtime. If they were in between locations and happened to come by a body of water he would stop Epona, pull out his rod and pull of his shoes, and fish. He wasn't really doing it to catch them; occasionally he would keep one if they were low on rupees and needed some food, but otherwise he was just holding his rod in the water and watching the light catch on the surface.
At first Midna found the whole thing ridiculous. He was wasting time, precious time that could be spent working towards a goal, working towards the salvation of both of their worlds. But as she got to know him better she realized that Link had a stubborn streak that was less childish and more necessary – without the ability to speak, he was forced to do things without asking for permission. Link was only human. He needed time to rest. And so Midna took to watching him, rather than impatiently egging him to move on to wherever they were headed.
Sometimes he would sigh, a low, sad little sound, and his eyes would grow a bit darker. She would muse a little space for the immensity of his task. Other times he would stare at nothing in particular and enjoy the tiny little moment hanging in space and time where he was at peace, just a fishing rod and the water and a farm boy with a destiny larger than he was. Those times, she would mourn for the silent human who only wanted to herd goats, not hold a sword. But Link was stubborn enough to not back down from the task he was given. Stubbornness, courage – sometimes, she found, they were the same thing.
So Link would fish, and Midna would muse, and they would both breathe easy for a few seconds before moving on.