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!
