A. N. I felt inspired a while ago and wrote this. This should be taken as the sequel to the last chapter. Please, being this poetry, I would strongly ask you to read and review it. Come on! Make me smile!

                'The night went through, and so did the day after, and the Elves taught what little they could to the Wandering Shadow Folk. Ben and his people became as grateful for the knowledge as any boy would be from his father or older brother. Yet, no bliss is for ever, and soon the Elves were to leave back to their own realm in the northwest of Middle Earth. Ben, as loth as he was to be parted from them, realized that they also had to march forth into the wild again in order to reach the Sea ere the rest of his kindred.

                'Of the last meeting of Ben and Lindwë a minstrel of the Sheikah has made a song. We Shadow Folk will remember it as one of our most precious traditions, for it was made to celebrate the farewell given to each other between the Old Sheikah and the Sindar and the precious gift the Elven leader gave to Ben the Wanderer: the Black Helm.

                Turandir Morthol, first lord of the Sheikah

The Song of Parting

Listen to our song of shadow

Hearken to the words of the Elf

Dressed in Night's cloak, clad in Moon's veil

Standing alone atop the hill

Silence about conceals our folk

Shadows below reveal our joy

Bright stars above have shone for us

And day shall come soon to arise

'The Sea is not away from here

Ben shall guide us with his wisdom

Morthol Turandir of shadows

Receive from me the helm of Night'

'I shall receive the Casque of Shades

I shall guide now my folk's own fate

I shall honour my word and go

And we shall be bound with friendship'

Lindwë of the Sindar:

When shades are filled with Ithil's light

And farewell we must bid

When friendship is sworn during night

Ere dawn the shadows rid

When parting is not great a joy

And Dark Men shall go forth

Remember us the Twilight Folk

That dwell far to the North

Ben Turandir:

Now that we march away from here

Into the unknown lands

Now that the Sea is found in there

Away from evil hands

Now that I must part with my folk

To find a land of worth

We thank ye all the Twilight Folk

That dwell far to the North

Lindwë of the Sindar:

Farewell bravest of Men of Dark

We Elves must depart now

When only fell sounds you can hark

Remember our kept vow:

That should you be called by the name

That we have given ye

The night will come in your own aid

In the name of Lindwë

Ben Turandir:

Farewell dearest teachers and friends

We Men must now depart

If nigh is chance of evil ends

We shall not be apart

For to the Men that love the night

And dwell in fair lights dim

The Sindar are the allies now

To us Daeridhrim

                A. N. I put this here so that people will read what I consider an original idea. How many writers of the Zelda category have tried to write about past ages of Hyrule? I really regret that not many; all of them are always coming with the same plot over and over doing the same style in their fics and never attempting something new. There are, of course, some that have. Want to read a very well written fanfic starring Zelda and Link? Check out The Kirby Kid's fics. Also, don't take this a critic to other authors. I have seen great fics out there that deserve recognition (all in my humble opinion, mind you) and that I'm quite happy to have found. Don't be mad at me! I just like to ramble from time to time!