~Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. . . I believe that this'll be the last chapter of my still, as of yet, perfect-title less fic. *cries* Only a few people have given ideas! I still want them. . . Please?~

The group left through what seemed to be a path, surrounded on both sides with tall walls of rock and dirt. They immerged onto a large plain.*

Link said, waving a hand to their surroundings.

He gazed across the field then said, almost to himself,

The Hylian pulled out his ocarina and played a short, simple song. Soon after, there was a neigh and a horse appeared over the horizon.

It dashed towards the group and stopped suddenly in front of Link, who patted her silky nose gently.

"That is a fine mare," Legolas complimented. "Does she have a name?"

The Hylian said as he swung into the saddle with a graceful, if slightly painful, movement. He spurred her lightly into a walk, again motioning for the fellowship to follow him.

*several hours later*

The fellowship had arrived at the castle drawbridge. The hobbits where in awe of the size of the walls, which seemed twice as high to them as to everyone else. They where having a bit of trouble with the guards, though.

Link rubbed the bridge of his nose.

The guard stubbornly shook his head.

The Hylian rolled his eyes, and dismounted from the horse. He held up the back of his hand for the guard to examine. The triforce of courage glowed softly.

The guards eyes widened and he immediately came to attention, snapping his heals together smartly. He said in a military voice.

Link led Epona across the drawbridge, calling to the fellowship as he did so,

The group followed their guide through the maze of stalls, trees and fountains. Many people got out of their way as soon as they saw Link, up front, so they had little trouble.

After moving up a short hill, they yet again encountered several guards, guarding a large gate. Link spoke to them.

The guards quickly looked him up and down, and glancing at the fellowship.

They said in union, not giving any more information than necessary.

Link rolled his eyes again. , he asked, somewhat impatiently.

They said again.

The Hylian took this to be a dismissal, and again led the fellowship away.

he said with a mock shudder.

Link led them to a large, seemingly abandoned building. As they passed some stones, Legolas stopped short and stared at them, his face puzzled.

The whole group stopped, looking at the elf for an explanation. "I hear something. . ." he muttered.

The fellowship paled slightly at the tone in the elf's voice. Link, however, chuckled.



The whole fellowship began to edge away from the stones.

Link left Epona outside the building, and entered. Not knowing what to do, but not wanting to be near the Gossip Stones, they quickly followed their guide.

Inside, they stared in awe at the stone carvings, and the high, vaulted ceilings. It was empty, but for them, Link, and after a second glance, a young woman.

Link greeted the lady cheerfully, with a short bow, and a quick

The fellowship was surprised, to say the least. They had had no idea that 'Zelda' was royalty. Yet again, they had never asked.

The woman smiled brightly at Link. To the fellowships further surprise, she hugged the Hylian. Link winced slightly in pain, but didn't pull away.

he asked when she stopped. he amended, He gestured to the fellowship, and explained how they'd gotten here.



Zelda thought for a moment, then nodded.

Link paled noticeably and whispered,

The Lady nodded, giggling, and turned to the alter of the temple, raising her arms dramatically, whispering unknown words to the fellowship.

With several flashes of light, many beings appeared. The fellowship only recognized one; the tiny Saria with which Link had spoken earlier.

With Link's help, Zelda explained to the Sages what had occurred. One by one, they all nodded their understanding.

Link turned to the fellowship. he nodded slowly. . . he couldn't think of anything else to say. **

The Sages arranged themselves in a rough circle around the fellowship, raising their arms in union. With a multicolored flash of light, the fellowship disappeared.

*Back in Middle-Earth*

The fellowship lay in a clump. None of them knew how they'd gotten there. They remembered walking, some light, and then, clumped together.

With several 'Gerroffs' and 'Air, air, I need air!', they untangled themselves.

"What happened?" Asked Pippin. Everyone just shrugged and looked around.

Frodo looked down. There was a curious object lying on the ground at his feet. He cautiously picked it up. It was warm.

Suddenly, he had a vision. . . of an elf-like young man, but un-elf like at the same time. There was a ball of light flying around his head. The man spoke in an unknown language, but the light spoke Common in a tingly voice:

As suddenly as the vision had appeared, it disappeared as well, leaving a confused hobbit blinking and holding the object in sweaty palms.

Frodo looked down at the object in his hands, and, like it was the right thing to do, put it to his mouth, and blew. A short song ensued. . . The Song of Time.

The End

*I'm too lazy to explain the fence thing, ok? So sue me. ._; So, feel free to flame me!