Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda franchise; it belongs to Nintendo. Neither am I the originator of Linked Universe; it is the brainchild of jojo56830.

So, uh... I realize this likely isn't how post offices would actually operate when delivering stuff... but hey, it's an au! :P

The Postman stepped into Hyrule Enterprises, and walked up to the reception desk. The receptionist, a young man in a purple suit with dark brown hair, perked up with a bright smile. "Hey! Welcome to Hyrule Enterprises! Ravio Link at your service! What can I do for you?"

The Postman reached into his bag and pulled out a package. "I've got a package for someone named... 'Link' at Hyrule Enterprises."

"Ah! Of course! Which one?"

"Which what?"

"Which Link?"

"Uh, well...the package just says 'Link Link'...I'm not certain this was printed correctly."

"No, that's right. The Link family is a very highly regarded investor in our business."

"The Link family?"

"That's us! In fact, Hyrule Enterprises was started forty years ago as a joint effort between Link Link Sr. and Miss Hylia herself!"

The Postman blinked. "People in the Link family employ Link as a first name?"

"Yes! Of course, only the oldest boy in each line of the family is given the name "Link" as a first name...it'd be too confusing otherwise!" Ravio chirped with a grin.

"Oh. Well, in that case..."

"Now, my grandfather Link Link Sr. used to be the president of the company, but he retired seven years ago. The stress was getting to him, you see... though his son- my dad- finally managed to get one over on our rival Demise Incorporated. My dad is rather ruthless, though he's a bit of an airhead, the poor guy. Hey, did you hear? Demise Incorporated has been bought out by Ganondorf Corps!"

The Postman frowned. "No. Can't say I did."

"Well! I can't expect most people to know the ins-and-outs of an insider business like this one, I suppose... Say, do you know what's in that package?"

"No, sir. We don't open packages we're meant to deliver."

"I see, I see...In that case, I'll have to check in with my twin brother- his name's Link too, you know. He's in charge of our inventory and supply. I used to work with him, but, well...I got caught trying to sneak my own items into the warehouse, and my dad's cousin- his name's Link too- he said, 'Until you've proven that you can handle the job of helping to run one department, you don't get to go trying to start your own.' Now I ask you, how is *that* fair? I just wanted to make a little money of my own on the side, after all..." Ravio looked intently at The Postman, seemingly waiting for some form of response.

The Postman cleared his throat. "I suppose it's not, sir."

"Right? Now, you said you've got a package for one of the Links."

"That's right."

"But you don't know which one it's for."

"That's right."

"Oh! Well that's rather a simple fix, really! Just check the stamp used on the package label!"

"...The stamp?"

"Yep! Since there's so many people named 'Link Link' in the family, each Link has his own stamp, and we pay extra for the companies we order from to use specific stamps for specific packages."

"Hm...unusual procedure, but I suppose I can see the sense in it with a family like yours."

Ravio beamed. "I'm glad you agree! Now, which stamp is on the package?"

The Postman turned the package so that the label faced him. "It's a...hmm...I think this is a- a..." He squinted at the picture. "A wolf?"

"Aha! Twilight!"

"Twilight?"

"Yep! It gets confusing calling everybody 'Link' so we use nicknames as well as stamps!"

"I see... Sir, I have to ask- why not save yourselves the trouble of having so many family members with the same name, and simply don't name each firstborn son 'Link'?"

"Well, you see, about fifty years ago when Great Granny Hylia made out her will, she said that in order to inherit the stocks from her side of the family business, those of First Link's kinsmen who wanted to remain a part of the company must continue to pass down the name Link Link. She was a great lover of puns and practical jokes, you see, and she couldn't resist the idea that the whole family would be 'linked' together by our names."

"...It sounds like she was rather an unusual person if you ask me, sir."

"Oh, to be sure, but the family reunions are always a blast! The Links have even formed a club, of sorts- they call it 'The Chain' and they use different nicknames for one another, different from their monikers with the rest of the family. Linkle and I are allowed to join, sometimes!"

"Sounds...eventful. Well, I've got to get going- the mail won't deliver itself. Have a good day, Mister Ravio."

"And a good day to you as well, Mr. Postman sir!"

The last thing The Postman heard as he made a beeline for the door was Ravio murmuring behind him-

"I wonder whether Twi should owe me a favor for picking this up for him..."