All these motherfuckers bragging about AoC and my broke ass has to wait 'till Christmas. Do know the torture of physically having to force myself not to watch any of the cutscenes. I DON'T WANT SPOILERS FUCK. I mostly want to see the story. I saw a cutscene of zelink and I'm super fecking hyped.

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Aragorn could barely wrap his mind around the events that had taken place in a matter of… what, thirty minutes? No, it had to have been longer.

Some random kid appears on a stray horse, but before anyone could ask questions he passed out from his wounds. To Aragorn, they didn't look too bad, but he also had no idea of how long he had been riding. He had been waiting patiently outside of the room they had taken to take care of the boy, Legolas staring at the door as if mentally trying to open it. Aragorn leaned against the wall next to the door, his leg crossing over the other and his arms crossed over his chest in a casual position.

The man was about to take a walk to cool off steam when the door swung open and a familiar blonde stepped out. Aragorn turned to her expectantly, but his heart immediately sunk when he saw her expression. Her face was filled with worry, confusion and the slightest flash of panic. Aragorn stood straight up, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword when he saw her expression. Before he could take action, Eowyn held her hands out in front of her in a calming motion.

"It's okay," she replied, "I'm fine." She paused, glancing at Legolas as he neared to listen in. "He's awake, and he didn't attack me, but… well, he claims he has no idea where he is or what he's doing here." she paused, pursing her lips, "I don't think he's actually from… here."

Aragorn didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but he thought it was definitely strange. He recalled a nasty gash on the right side of the boy's forehead when he carried him in, however, something was clearly off about the kid. "I think you should try and talk to him, Eowyn."

"I did a little bit but," She seemed a little shocked, her blue eyes flickered with determination as she turned to reopen the door and enter, "Alright, I'll give it a try."

Eowyn grabbed the back of a chair and set it down a few feet away from the bed and sat down. The whole time she felt the boy's eyes watch her as she worked. She honestly had no idea what she was going to say, if he didn't know anything, what would she ask? Well, if there's anyway to start, it better be the question swimming through her mind, begging to come out.

She sat down, folding her hands as her long sleeves dropped at her sides. "What do you know about this place?" she tried looking into his eyes, but she found it quite difficult. Something was off about his eyes, something she hadn't noticed before. His dark pupils were slitted, his eyes such an intense cerulean that they made Legolas' disappointing. Eowyn couldn't help but notice how comely the boy features were, which annoyed her to no end. Eventually the girl had to look away.

He shifted on the bed, his eyes darting around the room as if it was closing in on him. He took a short, quick breath before answering, "Um, just fighting some really freaking ugly… things." He managed to look over at Eowyn and she could almost see the gears trying to work in his mind, probably trying to make sense of all the confusion.

Eowyn leaned forward, an eyebrow raised, "Orcs?"

He shrugged, a sad expression flashing across his features.

Eowyn couldn't imagine what it would be like to wake up, not knowing where she was or what was even happening around her. "Can you remember where you were, like the surroundings?"

Staring at a spot on the floor, a moment of silence passed over them before he answered. "A tower. Like a really big tower, it was black." Another pause. "There were barely any trees or signs of life."

Eowyn nodded as she listened, clearly the boy didn't see them as a threat. Fortunately, it wouldn't be hard to get him to answer any questions. That is, if he could remember anything. "I'll ask Aragorn if he knows any place like that." the blonde started to stand, but she was stopped.

"Wait." the boy seemed to be studying her, as if mentally trying to take her thoughts and read them all, "do… do you know someone named Zelda?"

She was a bit stunned, but Eowyn quickly answered, "No."

"You seem… familiar," he sat on the edge of the bed, he could easily grab her, but surprisingly made no move of the sort.

Eowyn gave him an effulgent smile and turned to walk back through the door.

Legolas seemed only half-interested when Eowyn exited the room and turned to him and Aragorn. She looked them in the eye and asked, "Large black tower, barren land surrounding it, sound familiar?"

Aragorn looked a bit taken aback, but answered automatically nonetheless, "Isanguard. Why?"

"Well, when I asked him," - she gestured to the closed door - "he said… that."

Aragorn cursed in elvish, "So he's with the enemy?"

Legolas had been so quiet that when he spoke Eowyn almost jumped, "Maybe, maybe not, but even if he is maybe we can get him to help us."

Aragorn shook his head, "No, we can't do that."

But Eowyn was getting impatient, "He said he was fighting them. How else do you think he got those wounds." she stated, crossing her arms.

"She's got a point," Legolas said, "I'll try and talk to him-"

"No," Aragorn held his hand out, "It'll be dark soon. You should be on the wall, keeping watch."

The elf made a face of disgust, before he could respond the loud blaring of a horn brought their attention to outside the walls.

Every head turned to the exit, there was a moment of silence as they considered each other. "That is no orc horn." Legolas stated, before the elf and Aragorn ran up the steps to see what was going on.

Link attempted to try and recall whatever had happened before the fight between those goddess awful creatures, but to no avail. He hadn't really wanted to tell that girl that he couldn't really remember much of most things. He knew this girl looked like Zelda. Maybe he was in some sort of parallel universe? The only people Link could remember were Zelda and Midna.

He could remember faces, but it was like a vale had been placed over them, blurring their features and he couldn't lift it. Their names existed too, but they were written on a piece of paper and it was thrown into a puddle of mud. Sinking, he couldn't see through the murky waters and something told him that if he tried to reach for them, they would rip and he would never be able to get a clear picture.

That's what scared him the most. He had friends, but these people were different, they didn't know who he was. How could he expect to learn anything if they didn't know him. Worst of all, he had no clue where he was.

He was only certain of one thing: he did not belong here.

Something was screaming in the back of his mind, telling him he wasn't supposed to be here. That he was summoned against his will, but at the same time the screaming was muffled and he couldn't understand a thing it was saying.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

His head throbbed like someone was on the inside and was punching nonstop.

For some confusing reason, his ears could hear everything the people outside were saying. Most of it didn't make much sense, but he told himself to remember the name: Isengard. It seemed to be important and was apparently the name of the last place he could remember.

Soon the loud blaring of a horn could be heard and two of the men must have run up the steps. The girl appeared in the room again, her flowing golden hair reminding him of those pictures of the goddess Hylia in those children's picture books.

Her face was hardened into what a warrior's would look like, her steely blue eyes fierce with a sudden edge to them. She walked up to him and her face softened, she held out her hand, "My name is Eowyn. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, I was so caught up in asking questions I must've forgotten." there was something in her voice that told Link she wasn't kidding.

He took her hand and shook it lightly.

"Tell me again," she held his eyes with a strange calmness, "you don't remember where you came from?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Link turned to look at the ceiling in thought. "Hyrule."

The girl, Eowyn, looked like she had been slapped in the face, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Hyrule," he sat up straighter, "that's where I came from. I think it's far from here. A lot different too." -finally looking at her, "My name's Link by the way."

"Link," the girl repeated, tasting it on her tongue as she said it, "Hyrule you said? I've never heard of it. You heard of Rohan? Or Gondor?"

Link shrugged again, "I'm… not sure, I just…" he trailed off, looking around the room. "What happened to the horse?"

Eowyn raised an eyebrow, "What horse?" she sat down on the chair in front of him. Something he hadn't taken the time to observe was her outfit.

She wore a thin, dark green dress. The sleeves reached her elbows, they were very loose and dangled at her sides. Around her waist was a single brown belt with a symbol of a galloping horse. The dress only reached past her knees and faded from the front, shorter, then longer in the back. Her shoes were simple white sandals, but Link noticed the handle of a knife sticking out the side. He decided not to question it.

"The one I rode here… well, more like she led me here." Links brow furrowed, he was sure he rode a horse here…

"Oh, she must've ran off," Eowyn replied, "I never saw a horse. Maybe Aragorn scared her off."

She had been quite jumpy, but the song his necklace made had calmed her down… Illia. Illia had given him that necklace.

Link didn't have his tunic on, he usually kept it tucked under it.

Once again his thoughts jumbled into each other, making no sense whatsoever. Midna had always pestered him about his obnoxious overthinking. Link looked down at his shaking hands, well the hand that wasn't tied to the side of the bed. He pressed a hand to the side of his head, it was throbbing again. Slowly he shook his head back and forth, that screaming in the back of his mind felt as if it would make his head explode. Link squeezed his eyes shut. Try as he might, it wouldn't go away.

Still, it was impossible to understand what it was saying.

"Link?" Eowyn's voice was laced with concern.

Why? He thought, why would she care? She doesn't even know him.

"Are you okay?"

He looked up at her, her eyes filled with concern. She slightly leaned forward as if to emphasize her question, forcing him to answer.

Link nodded slightly, "Fine." he paused, when he noticed she wasn't convinced he decided to ask her a few questions of his own. "Are you fighting some big war? Is that place… Isengard bad or something?"

The golden haired girl was clearly taken aback by this, her eyes widened slightly and she sat back in her chair. "How did you-"

Link pointed to his ear and said, "My hearing is better than a bats…" he hesitated, hoping Eowyn wouldn't start yelling at him with random accusations. "If you guys got a war, or a battle, I could help you. Hylians are very dependable."

Eowyn looked quite intrigued, she hummed and placed a finger on her chin. "I've never heard of Hylians before, however, there are lots of different races that live here in Middle Earth."

Link cocked his head to the side like a confused dog, "Middle Earth?"

She raised her eyebrows as if a question like that was like asking: Is the sky blue? The girl chuckled to herself, "You really aren't from here, are you?"

The boy shook his head.

"Well, I'm not a history teacher or anything like that but…" she trailed off, standing up and turning to retrieve something from a small table in the corner. When she turned Link could see it was a book, however, it was worn and old, the cover faded to a dull grey. The pages looked tainted yellow. She opened it and Link thought the pages would crumble like dust, but they stayed intact. "This is called the Silmarillion. I really couldn't care less about history, but I need something to take my mind off… things"

"You wanna fight, don't you?"

Eowyn's expression was a mixture of: You have no idea, and How'd you know?

Link shrugged, "I can tell by the look in your eyes," he felt like he knew that feeling all too well once. "You hate staying cooped up when you could be fighting for those you love."

Once again, Eowyn's face of surprise returned to her features. "Is it really that obvious?"

"Well, no, actually. Takes one to know one, I guess."

Eowyn sat down with the book in hand, her hair flowed down her shoulders like a golden waterfall. "You can remember some things, I'm guessing."

He nodded, but changed to subject quickly by saying, "You never answered my question."

Eowyn's eyes drifted to the floor, seemingly lost in thought. "It's true, we are. And we're about to face a battle many think is unwinnable." she opened her book and flipped to the first page. "From what I hear, there's some evil wizard at… Isengard, and he's aiming to rid Middle Earth of men. He sent an army of about ten thousand uruk-kai, who are heavily armed and good at fighting."

"Sounds rough," Link didn't know where the sarcasm came from, but he felt like Midna would be proud of how fluent he was with it.

"Can you fight well with a sword?" Eowyn looked up at him with a hopeful glint in his eyes. "You came here with a sword, so I figured…" she trailed off.

"Well, I remember fighting some ugly things, I don't know what they were."

"Maybe you could help us-" she caught herself before she could finish. "I'm sorry, why would you? I don't mean to be rude, I doubt you would. You don't even know any of us."

Link thought for a moment, "I understand that you don't trust me. I probably wouldn't either, but I would help you. If I could."

"Trust is pretty hard to earn." she simply stated, "Maybe you could prove it by, fighting- But I'm getting ahead of myself again, my uncle told me to be with the women and children in the-" she caught herself again, Link figured she was just being cautious, sometimes it can be pretty easy to spill information to someone you don't know, but want to trust. "I'm supposed to be with them."

"Um, could you show me my sword, I don't have to touch it, I just want to see it." Eowyn was up before he even finished.

She walked silently over to the corner where a black sheet lay covering something. She lifted it up and pulled out a long, deep purple and gold sheath with the dark purple hilt of a sword. The girl walked back over, carrying the sword as if she were presenting it to royalty. She sat back down in front of Link, sword and sheath in her lap. She began examining it up close along with Link.

He didn't want to be narcissistic, but the sword was beautiful. Maybe he hadn't forged it himself, but he was the only one who could wield it. The grip was a deep purple like the hilt, wrapped with a faded green wrap. It was worn of course, he had used it a lot. The hilt had two wings sprouting from the sides and in between them in the center was an orange-ish diamond-shaped jewel.

Eowyn attempted to grab the hilt and unsheathe the sword, but when her fingers were mere inches away the hilt flashed a quick blue. It was almost like a warning. Both jumped back in surprise. Eowyn gasped.

"I knew I saw something earlier." she huffed.

"What? I didn't even know it did that!" It was Link's sword and he swore even after all the time he had spent with it, it had never done that.

Eowyn suddenly looked sheepish. "I was… examining your… collection, I thought I saw something flash." she looked up from the sword and at Link. "Your sword is weird, it almost feels like it has its own presence."

Now that Link thought about it, the sword did have a strange feeling to it. It also felt really important, like a very valuable item that shouldn't be left to collect dust. "Can I?" he reached for the sword. He had a strange feeling like it was calling for him, almost like it wanted- no, it needed him. He felt drawn to it. The same feeling he had in the Sacred Grove, when he first laid eyes on it.

Eowyn didn't make any attempt to move it away or out of his reach.

When his fingers curled around the hilt, a voice that seemed to have been locked in a cage and finally set free by the sword, echoed into his mind.

"A sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage."

The voice came from nowhere, but it felt like it came at him from all sides. It didn't surprise him at all, instead he gripped the sword tighter and pulled it out.

The blade was a long shiny, silver carbon steel, glinting in the light. It radiated its own glow, Link could feel the power flowing from it. Near the hilt, when he held it upright there was the small strange, yet very familiar, symbol of three triangles forming a bigger triangle. He glanced at his left hand, which was still tied to the bed. There, on the back of his hand was the same symbol, faded, but still there and as clear as day.

When Eowyn managed to grab her jaw back off the ground she held out the sheath, to which Link returned the sword, with the satisfying sound of the steel sliding back into the sheath. Once returned, Eowyn set the sword against the table beside her and got up once again, saying. "Your shield has that same triangle on it." With that, she receded back to the corner and returned with a somewhat largish shield in her hands.

"See?" she held it out so Link could examine it.

True to her word, there it was. Link ran his hand over the unsmooth surface.

Though it was still somewhat foggy he wasn't completely worried about his memories. Bit by bit, they seemed to trickle back so he could run through them, but they weren't all clear. The veil was still placed over the faces of the people he used to know, their names still lost in the murky waters.

Eowyn hummed, "I wonder, if… maybe."

"What?"

She looked at him with a hopeful glint in her eyes, "If you really want to earn some trust, put some clothes on." she turned then looked over her shoulder, "I hope you don't have any trouble fighting with a few scratches?" she said with a mischievous smirk.

Link shook his head, feeling a grin work its way onto his face. She came over and slipped her dagger from her shoe, cutting the bonds keeping Link from getting up.

"Good." with that, she turned and walked out the door.

Link had wandered to the corner where the golden haired girl had retrieved his weapons. Under the black sheet he had a belt with fanny packs about the size of his wrist. He figured they must've been magically enhanced because he found a ball and chain inside. There were other things too. It was weird, he had made a promise to himself not to think about his journey too much, but for some reason he found himself reminiscing about the old days of heroism. Honestly, he didn't really miss it. Though he missed Midna more than he thought possible.

His sword, however, was a different case. Sometimes he hated looking at it. But other times, he had gone as far as sleeping with it sheathed next to him. He was still paranoid, even though Hyrule was mostly at peace. Ignoring a few rouge monster attacks. There were nights he couldn't sleep a wink (which were most nights), sometimes he'd wake up in cold sweat reaching for the sword on his back that wasn't there.

Even with his adventure in Hyrule over, apparently the goddesses still had plans for him. He rolled his eyes despite himself.

He strapped his sword and shield to his back and put his belt back on. Link thought about removing the bandage around his head, but decided against it when he saw his fingers come back red. Fortunately it didn't hurt too bad. It wouldn't really matter anyway, Link was becoming restless and he had to get away and do something. He found the small room extremely irksome, and wanted out.

Link stepped out of the doorway, fully equipped and ready for battle. He had no intention of getting on the bad side of these people, so he agreed with Eowyn to help them in this supposedly unwinnable battle.

He didn't know which way to go, so he made his way up the steps in front of him.

He found Eowyn tapping her foot furiously against the ground. She turned towards him and all the anger and annoyance in her face dissipated and was replaced with relief.

"Good, you're here." she turned to look at something, then looked back at Link. "I have a feeling you're good at close combat, but…"

Link reached into his pouch and pulled out the Hero's Bow and a quiver full of arrows. Curtesy of the gorons. The thought of Midna questioning how the 'hell rocky sausage fingers use bows,' resurfaced (unhelpfully) in his mind.

Eowyn stared at the bow in shock, "How does…?"

He shrugged, "Beats me. Is there a wall I can shoot from?"

The girl shook away her shock and looked him in the eye. "You'll have to blend in somehow, but I know where you can shoot."

Link slung the quiver over his shoulder and nodded. Eowyn turned and led him up a few more steps.

"You're gonna have to find your way from here. I have to get with the women and children." she turned and receded down the stairs. Even in the dark, he could make out her golden hair.

Link proceeded and knoched an arrow.

When he reached to top there were lines of bowmen standing along the wall, ready to release a giant volley of death. Link peered over the side and saw the largest army of ugly's possible.

Silently, he made his way between two men, who surprisingly didn't question him. He aimed his arrow at the one above the others. It must've been the leader because he stood on a large boulder, growling orders to the others. The Hero's Bow had a special perk. If he could focus enough, then it was almost impossible to miss from far distances.

The army started pounding their spears against the ground making it sound like unrelenting thunder, which did nothing to help Links delicate ears. It quickly became one large standoff.

Suddenly one drops dead.

A familiar voice yells something far to Links right, but it's lost when the ugly's started screeching and growling. The army surged forward.

The battle had begun.

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