Well....I didn't see a club about them yet so.....

Who here is a Link/Zelda freak fan?

I love their relationship in Ocarina of Time....it was soooo cute! And even though they're not 'officially' together in Super Smash Bros. Melee, I like to pretend they are.... :D

Memebers:
Top Kirby (YAY for the first member)
Carmen
Paladin's Heart
Materia Thief
NekoDono
Luna-Nayru
Sora-kun
Hades' Daughter
Cetra_Aerith
Tacofoolio
LeaveOnYourBrightLights
Remy
C-Strife
i pRomiSe**
Alantie
Lutearina
Meggie
carl
Dark and Light

BANNERS/SIGS! :wub:


Thankies to Luna!

Thankies to Luna!


Thankies to Hades' Daughter!


Thankies to Hades' Daughter!

LINK/ZELDA FANS UNITE! :fangirl:

LOL! I'm a Link and Zelda fan to an extent. I play as Link and Zelda on Smash occasionally.....I'm more of a Kirby fan though as you can see.

Join me in! I love Linka and Zelda! :yahoo: Everytime I see Lionk and Zelda together I start squeeing :fangirl:. They're just so cute! :wub:
And I think you should add Paladin to the list too Saria :ok:

Added! Welcome new memebers!

:lmao: I should add Rikku-chan, but I'll wait instead for her to sign up on her own...^_^

http://zelda.rpgplanet.gamespy.com/games_m...zelda-link2.jpg

Cuuuteee~! :fangirl:

That is cute :fangirl:! How about this one:
Link x Zelda (By Allysa)

I really love the way Allysa put these two together :fangirl:
Im gonna keep showing fics to support Link and Zelda! :wub:

Hahaha, I clicked on it right when I saw the words "Link" and "Zelda" together. We should invite Luna-Nayru, too! I hear she's a big ZeLink fan, and a top=notch debater for that matter, too!

SIGN ME UP, GOSH DAMMIT! :fist:

:rolleyes: See Amaya, I told you to add her anyways :lol:.

YAY I was waiting for you to find this Rikku-chan! You've been added! YAY!

We need Luna here!!!!!!

:fangirl: :fangirl: :fangirl:

*tries to telepathicly contact Luna*

Anyway, more cute fanart!
http://www.zeldart.net/fan%20artists/Chibi...ibi%20Rinku.jpg

Sign me up. ^_^

The manga for Zelda? OMGlove. Totally convinced me of Link/Zelda. :wub:

For those who haven't seen it: http://www.zelda-infinite.com/files/manga/

Added. Welcome Materia Thief :) :lol: :huggle: Ooooo the manga looks so cutee! :fangirl:

Im reading the manga now! Its so cute! And Saria's really cute too! :fangirl: Im glad its in English :whistle: Thanks for posting Materia Theif! :huggle:

(Hey Materia Theif how come we haven't seen you on Devotion :sad: ?0

Oh! Please add me! I've always been a lover of Link and Zelda. (always arguing with meh buddy who loves link and malon. lol)

Hum? You mean why have you never seen me in Devotion--? The CloudxAeris club at ACF, right? Well, I tend to stay away from ACF, I would say that's why.

SIGN ME UP OR I'LL EAT YOUR FIRST BORN.

... Now that I've got that off my chest... God, I love this pairing. :D It's absolutely squeetastic. *huggles AmayaSaria for creating this splendiferous club* W00t for Link/Zelda tributing! Do sign me up, I've been a rabid fan of these two for six years straight. Wrote my first real fanfic about them (the most well-known fanfic I've ever written, "Deep Blue", which is so old I can't find any links to it other than the original Microsoft Word document :lol: ), have worshipped them, researched them, and squeed over them through every Zelda game. Fangirl? Hell yes. :woot:

Don't eat my first born! *blinks* *adds Luna so her first born child won't be eaten*

We were waiting for you to join Luna! ^_^ Welcome to the Link/Zelda-ness!

I love Ocarina of Time, I use to reply it overrrr and overrrr, but then my brother....SOLD MY GAME WITHOUT ASKING ME!!!!

.....;_;.....

...I have to buy a new one now >_< stupid jerky brothers.....

Anyway, I'd always play it just for Link and Zelda.... :fangirl: I love them so much! They're so perfect for each other! :fangirl:

Ah Luna you must share your fics with us!!!! Pleaseeeeeeeeee?!?!?!

W00t membership! :woot: You may have a basket of baklava for personal enjoyment for being so marvelous. Thank you~! :fangirl:

And God forbid the selling of precious OOT cartridges! I would just die if mine was sold without my consent. Still love it and play it to this day. :gamer:

Hark, did I hear a calling for Luna's sappy Zelink fanfiction?! Hark, indeed! :woot: I hope you don't mind me using up a ton of space on the page. It's pretty dang long. But this is the original, semi-crappily-written Deep Blue. Just something I whipped up when I was twelve and had nothing better to do. :D

DEEP BLUE
By Luna-Nayru

Introduction

The powers of the Goddess Din were inevitable to me. Thus, I never underestimated him for a fleeting moment, never broke the dangerous, violent collision of the deepest indigo eyes, and the golden, cat-like opposition, his eyes seeming to charge like heartless warriors at mine. I never spoke a word to him. I never spat the hatred, disgust, which was building in the troubled heart of a princess who loved her country too much to let the flaming inferno in his eyes engulf it. And I could not see the reflection of the fierce, inextinguishable glare that resonated from my face, in those eyes that showed me the reflection of my country in ruin like a poisonous river one could not dare to look into. The moment I looked into those eyes, I knew, though he contained it well from my father, of the destruction that hungered to unleash from within him. They were eyes with a lust for superiority, for power. Evil eyes.

Those eyes were the emblems of ruin for me, haunting me with their almost alluring presence that seemed to lightly brush across my spine with that devilish grin of malice every time I dared to let his intentions slip my mind. Paranoia would wrench me by the shoulders and shake me awake each night, as a shriek of terror would escape my lips with the revelation that my concentration upon him had wavered. I refused to let myself rest until I knew he had departed from my home, banished from my beloved Hyrule, and would never return. I would let myself sink to the floor in the darkest corner of my bedroom, where he could not see me, where he could not harm me, with my knees clutched to my chest as I wept softly, trembling, knowing he had reduced me to a coward. Nothing. A child. It was remarkable how one man could force the princess of Hyrule to just…

Sink.

When he stood in my presence, so towering and looming that I nearly felt myself shrivel beneath him, the beauty of the world I had always believed in, always loved and cherished, and all the stunning, vibrant colors that painted the picture of my cheer, seemed to drain into the inferno of his eyes as he let my happiness, my joy, my bravery…he let them burn. The malicious lust for glory that gleamed as a spark of knowing tragic secrets told me, its voice smooth and alluring, that he wanted me dead. He wanted me to suffer. And he knew that taking away the sanity I took pride in, then to take away my kingdom, and finally my life, was the most painful way to do it. Beautiful golden colors like the sun and the perfectly decorated wings of a beautiful butterfly had been reduced to nothing, and the tint of the sun and autumn leaves that had brightened my spirits throughout my life merged into my pain, my horror…the vibrant yellow color had become nothing to me, and looking to it only reminded me of those eyes.

That was his plan all along, I realized, cursing myself for my stupidity, my naivety, faced with the regret of my mistakes in being so blind while falling limply into his trap. He had been arranging this scheme, and his tactics were much direr than I had expected. I had been an obstacle; standing with audacity and a head high above anything he could send my way, a young girl with the pride of a thousand men. He had worked tirelessly to wear down my confidence. And he had succeeded in inflicting wounds that would never heal. He had taken away my happiness. Stolen it…all in one look. He had released his will in a way as violent and abrupt as the striking fangs of a serpent, yet still in a way that had slithered beyond my ability to defend myself before he could fire, and thrown my contentment careening into the incinerators of those infernal, evil eyes.

Though the joy of life I had once treasured had been sapped from within me, I knew I could never have it back. I wanted to smile again. I wanted to laugh. But my heart was seized with pain and my cheeks would burn, sore and worn by the evil powers that had infected me, that had crawled into my heart and wrenched my happiness away, every time I made an attempt to force a smile. My light had been taken away. Engulfed by evil. I could feel nothing but darkness as my will slowly suffocated within it.

I slept that evening. And my weak, throbbing body was thankful for a rest, seeming to give in to the warmth of my own bed and sink into the plush pillows that embraced me. But no sooner had I fallen asleep…there he was. I could never escape him. I could never escape the darkness. I could only watch in horror—clouds. Black, smog-like clouds, billowing over my land, sweeping to the ground in an evil fog, knocking my people to the ground with gusts of fatal wind. Villages in flames reflected in my eyes, burning the tears and bringing a painful sting to my heart. And I watched as a cyclone of crying wind ripped through the peace of Hyrule, tearing apart the homes of the innocent, collecting their screams in its horrible, ear shattering shriek that drew closer, closer to me, carrying the suffering of my people, coming for mine. I clenched my eyes shut tightly, tears streaming down my battered cheeks as I shielded my face with a weak, weary arm.

And then…

There was silence. Light. I could feel it. It filled me with a sense of wholeness again. I was alive. I lowered my arm, just so I could see it again, to feel it. I opened my eyes.

There he was.

I knew it the moment I saw him. Light seemed to resonate from the green clothing he wore as he stood in an enormous ray of sunshine that had ripped through the clouds, engulfed in it. He was a part of the sun that comforted me, just as the evil had been with the shadows, standing there. Smiling at me. I felt unworthy of such a beautiful smile, a smile that said all the words I wanted to hear. It was a smile that metamorphosed into his every movement. He was speaking, and I could not hear the words he uttered. But I didn’t have to hear his last words, as his arm of light extended to mine. There was that smile, as he spoke words I could not hear, while I understood in a way I had never felt before.

“I’ll protect you.”

I found myself slightly afraid to touch his hand, something so pure, so amazing, I was afraid I would destroy it with the simple contact of another being. But I was drawn to it. It pulsated in the freedom I hungered for, the joy I had been deprived of for what seemed like an eternity, and I could not contain myself. I reached outward, my frail fingers delicately touching his outstretched palm. A rush of strength bolted through me, bringing me to life, giving me will, happiness… everything that Ganondorf Dragmire had taken away. I closed my eyes, feeling my face flush, as the tears that had formed reemerged in tears of joy. I knew him, in one touch I knew he was the light that would fight through darkness, I knew. His name…I was sure I knew it. But somehow, I could not remember who he was, or why he was here. I opened my eyes, longing to ask him…

And awakened.


Chapter 1
Courage

I struggled to clutch the frilled, dense petticoats that lined the royal dress I wore, a color of the deepest, most rich and bright blue I could find, now slightly worn and scuffed with mud and grass prints as reminders that I had lost my balance, while stumbling forth in a vain attempt to run after the eleven-year-old boy dragging me by the hand. Strands of my blonde hair whipped and tousled with the wind that nearly lifted me off my feet as it impacted with my soaring heart, and the blue ribbons that fastened my hair into a ponytail protruding from the back of my head intermingled with the golden, curled locks that the summer breeze was desperate to straighten. I shielded my eyes from the sun, releasing a slight laugh at the fleeting feeling of freedom that sprung wildly in my chest as if my heart were leaping into the air.

I managed to speak through my breaths, panting at the exhaustion of running to a place he was doing a wonderful job at keeping secret from me, and from all the laughter and joy this outing had ironically brought into my heart. “Link!” I breathed, letting my laughter run free after I uttered his name, while making a desperate attempt to keep up with the little rogue I had grown to call my best friend, “Link, where are we going?”

He turned to me with a small glint in his smiling eyes, a little sparkle that told me I was in for a surprise that would blow my mind, “Where the wind takes us!” He shouted over the airstream’s blasting current, laughing as he continued to dash at full speed to a place I could only imagine with his warm fingers woven into mine, sending a surge of luminosity from his fingertips to mine, just as he always had.

Not a soul would have guessed, even if they looked into the deepest, most forgotten and uncovered corners of our hearts, that we had lived seven years beyond our ages. No one would ever assume, in their wildest dreams, that the pair of naïve dreamers that dashed across the Hyrulean plains had lived for eighteen trying years. We were adults, two heroes, blessings in disguise that had gone through the seventh sanctum of the underworld for our country…and each other. The pace of my heartbeat would double as the memories returned to haunt me, foggy visions of darkness, peril…my nightmares come true. It was almost as if he were back, or casting the pain, the destruction of my will to live, upon me all over again, that sense of paranoia returning every time the immortal memories of a time that shouldn’t have been returned to me. He was doing this; he was forcing every last person in my beloved Hyrule to remember their pain, their loss. Some even remembered the terror of what it was to die. And it was his fault. Ganondorf. I knew he was alive in that realm of evil he had battered, tainted with his foulness, destroyed with his unholy presence…

Link always told me to spit when I thought of him.

It was as if he heard my thoughts at that instant, as that perfectly crafted face, that resonating grin that crept across his lips suddenly appearing over his shoulder as he restrained himself to a walk, his breaths long and unstable from the remarkable pace of our run that had nearly sent us winging away. He spoke to me in a voice that had shown me a thousand emotions before, terror, rage, joy, love... But here, now, I was grateful to hear the tone that seemed to part the darkness of my worries all over again. He spoke to me as a friend, a child, with the cheer and determination I had recognized the first time I heard his voice. Everything about him seemed so bold, so ready to accept whatever it was that his future would set before him. Farore had created him as the epitome of her children’s purpose, I always knew, and felt the thrill of his resonating courage required to live each day to its fullest. “Hey, don’t give up yet. We’re almost home.”

His phrase struck me as unusual, and I could not help but question his choice of words. “Home?” I tilted my head slightly as my brow furrowed, my tight, comforted grip upon his hand falling slightly limp with uncertainty as my strength and attention veered into comprehending what he had just told me. His expression, with one corner of his mouth tilted toward the ground, eyes following with guilt plastered across his face, told me everything I needed to know. I tugged at his hand as he made the attempt to turn away, feeling my heart dance in anticipation, wondering where he was taking me. “Please, Link…” I released a small breath, and even I could not tell myself whether I was feigning a laugh, or feigning a sigh. But I felt the small laugh, my exhilaration beginning to show through, merge with my words, “Come on, please tell me what’s going on…” I realized my violet eyes had been begging for pity all along, just by looking at his face. His expression was filled to the brim with sympathy, with his own cerulean eyes seeming to imitate mine in a subconsciously, and his lip slightly protruding from the one above it.

He had never failed to deliver a surprise to lift my spirits, and I never underestimated his ability to bring a smile, a laugh, to my face. I knew him too well. He was Link. He was my hero. I released a giggle as he threw his arms into the air in defeat, standing, legs spread in parallel to his arms, in the middle of wide-open southeast Hyrule. “She’s too good, Farore!” He screamed to the heavens, hands resting on his hips as he regained his composure, still shouting for advice from his guardian Goddess. “What do you say? Do I tell her?”

A rush of the refreshing summer breeze, seeming to whisper as it passed us by, tousled his hair and tugged at the tip of his forest green cap as he laughed out loud.

I smiled knowingly, hands clasped at my back, and decided to join in the game, “And what did she tell you, Link?”

And there was that green devil’s grin again, mischief written thousands of times over across his entire body. He allowed a hand to rest in the pocket of his tattered green tunic, while the other stood guard upon his hip, as he leaned toward me, “She says…that you’re just gonna have to be patient, Princess.”

I managed to show a twisted frown, confused by his choice of words yet again. But before I had an instant to ponder the idea of my best friend addressing me formally, he had seized my hand yet again and took off running. I released a cry of shock, stumbling slightly, thrusting my hand forward to break my fall as I winced to prepare for the impact of the dusty ground scraping against my flesh.

But the rush of air that passed me as I fell, the squirming of my heart as if trying to resist the gravity pushing us down, suddenly came to an abrupt stop as my eyes snapped open, gasping with the sudden salvation’s force. I looked to my outstretched hand, wondering how I could have missed my best friend’s fingers woven into all ten of mine. I could do nothing but stare at our hands in disbelief, frozen, trembling slightly. But I regained my composure, still clutching both of his hands as I his warmth fill me, spreading from my fingertips, as wings seemed to sprout from my heart and fill my insides. He had saved me countless times. And now he had surprised me again.

I turned to look at his face, a warm smile across his lips that spread contagiously to mine. I opened my mouth to speak, wanting to thank him for catching me when I made a mistake, but found myself frozen before him again. My senses returned to me as I spoke softly, “Just…Zelda, please.”

I nearly released a sigh as the warmth of his hand broke away from my right. But the light of his smile and his right hand clutching my left was enough to warm my heart through a winter storm. “All right, then, Zelda,” Stunningly, he pried apart the brush and vines that barred the edge of the forest, unveiling a large, hollow log that lead to the most wonderful place I had ever laid eyes on. “We’re here.”

Pale streaks of amber and gold and drops of lavender had begun to stroke the sky with a small brush of dusk, while the shining, endless shade of whitened cobalt of the Hyrulean sky still lingered as a memento of the bright, beautiful day in July that had only begun to flutter away. Clouds had dipped their feet into the pale orange sky that had begun to appear, an amber and violet light comforting the worn edges of daylight’s fog as the clouds became as one with the appearing sunset. And the beauty of the sky in Kokiri Forest was no match for the village, tinted with the gold and amber of the heavens, as the fays pranced and fluttered in their games, trailing in groups like a chain of fireflies, or winged candles that would not harm a soul. And as I looked about, searching carefully, I could see the traces of small children, dressed in the green of fields that seemed to merge as one with the forest, playing, working, or simply lying on the ground to watch the clouds roll by into the evening. I watched in wonder as a waterfall, reflecting the warm skies above, trickled into a pond below and coated the swimming children in the fresh, clean water, as they giggled and hurled masses of scum and mud into each other’s faces. And as I stood, dressed in golden jewelry and armor embedded with gems that nearly dragged me to the ground, decorated like a treasured piece of furniture in my stifling, frilled dress, my envy for them, my longing to be like them, to be free to do as I pleased, grew stronger.

I was suddenly alerted to attention by the scream of my best friend, who yanked away from my hand suddenly and dashed toward the pond. It was then that I heard the shrieks of a little girl, dashing toward him while drenched in water and muck, with open arms and a gigantic smile as they bawled like banshees. He scooped up the little girl, green hair passing the length of her chin and held away from her face with a bandana of tree leaves and dressed in a forest green jumper, a brown apron adorned with the red symbol of the Kokiri tied about her waist and arms printed with the black symbol and the obvious pressing of inked leaves. The little girl’s dark green boots flailed wildly as Link swung her about in the air. I recognized her instantly by the laugh of a ten-year-old girl who had lived for 400 years. Saria.

Link carried her in my direction, both still laughing hysterically and neither seeming to care that they had been printed with mud. Saria, though hundreds of years beyond his age, stood at a height an entire foot shorter than he, and could only manage to spread the grime to his shoulders with little muddy handprints to mark their embrace. I always admired her for her carefree nature, how someone who had outlived almost all of we sages could still maintain the spirit and freedom of a child. But she was understanding, motherly, and perfectly mature when necessary, and could easily surpass my own ability to be an adult. In a sense, all of Hyrule’s children, every last one, were adults at heart. And I realized that it was my manipulation of time that was at fault for this crime.

Link allowed Saria to hop down from his arms, grinning hugely at me, “Can you believe how this girl’s grown, Zel?” He patted Saria, who revealed a frown of displeasure, on the head, “Look at her, she’s practically my height now!” He wrapped an arm around Saria’s neck, pulling her into the crook of his elbow as she growled like a wild beast, bearing her teeth and scratching profusely at his arm. I raised a hand slightly, but restrained myself from taking action. I would not be the one to disturb their time together…

Even if they were in a battle of the beasts. Saria, kicking wildly as an attempt to knock her captor’s knees from beneath him, could not restrain giggles in between each cat-like hiss she released as a form of intimidation. Link, effortlessly holding her in a headlock, turned to me with a grin. “Now watch this,” A hint of mischief was evident in his tone, and the reason became apparent within the next second. Link dropped to the ground, rolling backward with Saria in tow, and flipped into a sitting position just as I gasped in concern for Saria’s safety. But I had to admire both of their acrobatic skills. He had rolled just in the right direction to place her on her feet at his back, sitting on the ground before her as she stood with her arms raised triumphantly, both releasing a shout of , “Ta da!”

Saria burst into a fit of giggles, clutching her stomach and nearly doubling over with the hysteria of the situation, “Link, that was amazing!” She turned to me, revealing an enormous, giddy grin like a child receiving a birthday gift, “Your highness, wasn’t that funny? He’s incredible, isn’t he, Princess?”

I smiled at the heartwarming way she cared so much for him, like a beloved little sister, as I watched my best friend brush the mud off his tunic. She was right. The extraordinary way in which he lived his life, never once pausing to fret over anything other than each moment he was born to improve, was incredibly inspiring to all who had witnessed it. He was placed upon this earth to save us all from our own selfishness, existing to liberate humanity, to spread his courage in believing that the world can always become a better place. At that moment, I knew I had learned something I would not soon forget. “To say the least,” I said softly, smiling at her warmly.

I felt the little girl’s bare arm brush against my hand as she stood at my side, “Your grace,” she said considerately, her voice soft and filled with a slight tone of wonder, “I’ve been wondering… since… then… will they remember him? Will Hyrule remember everything he did? Will they always…will they know that he was the one who brought us everything, who gave peace to our land…? Princess Zelda, will they? Will you?”

I folded my hands at my middle, a small smile creeping to my lips as I looked to the ground at my feet. Understanding was something that always struck me as miraculous, defining, in life, each moment leading up to each revelation of who one was. And each moment of my life, I understood, had led up to this. My purpose, at last, had been brought to life. “I’ll make sure they do, Saria. I promise you. I’ll make sure of it.”

Her face lit up, eyes of aquamarine showing all the joy and gratitude I could have asked for. “You mean it?” She breathed.

“I solemnly swear. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

I looked to her, the smile on my face still lingering with a faint light, “Please…call me Zelda.”

~ ~ ~

The pale blue of the heavens had nearly closed its eyes in full, unable to bear the weight of it weary eyes as a coat of midnight azure clouded its sight. And the same could nearly be said for the three of us—three adults, elders, perched atop a cliff in the bodies of three children with our feet dangling into the cold stream of water below, soft, soothing forest water that stroked between our bare toes. The three of us, slowly drifting into a land of dreams. I let the faint, slightly weakening summer breeze brush across my cheeks, as if it had grown tired, cold, and longed for a warm place to rest tonight until dawn awakened once again. But I was numb to the feeling of cold, content, preoccupied with the warmth of my hero’s arm pressed against mine.

I realized he and I were alone at the faint sound of slow, care-free breaths, smiling warmly at the heartwarming sight of little Saria, sound asleep with her cheek nudged against Link’s shoulder, her tiny boots tossed aside in the nearby brush, sagging in creases as the cloth drooped like a wilting rose, unable to stand straight with water and aerating dirt accumulated in the loose, oversized crevices. It filled me with a feeling of lasting warmth fluttering into my torso, butterflies of nostalgia chasing one another up and down my spine. I recalled, at that instant, a time when I was like her. It had been a time when I felt free. I had felt like I was alive, like I had everything I could ever want, eyes wide and alight with the joy of a little girl, and hoping for nothing more than to see the sun rise at the awakening of a beautiful dawn. I had been naïve, simple, and I never paused to ponder what was beyond the walls of my father’s castle. They had forced the numb and perturbing thought into my head that there was nothing outside of royalty’s protection. There was no world for me to escape to. There was no salvation. I could pry at the iron latches that barred the drawbridge with tiny, fragile hands. I could beat at the doors with fists flourishing with will, but sapped of power by the weakness of confinement. I could scream for the mercy of whomever could grant me freedom, I could plead to them…I would give them everything, just to have a taste of liberation. Just so my hero would sweep me off my feet, just so I could fly away with them, so I could see the sun rise just as I had always wanted when I was a little girl. But I dreamt of seeing it stretch over an endless horizon, where I would stand, with the entire world before me, with the true beauty of the world finally filling me entirely with every breath I took.

I had released all sense of confinement when I was young, knowing there were treasures untold in the world beyond, and praying each night that someday, I would be there. But, for mere months that seemed as an eternity, I doubted my escape was to be. I was certain, for six years of my life, that someone would come for me. Someone would take me away from any sign of grief or hatred. Courage had existed for me, all those years, courage that told me I would always find a way out of the restricted life I lived. I was so certain that I could take care of myself…I had believed that I would wait until someone would save me, dodging every problem that came my way. I had confidence in myself that I was invincible to anything fate could send my way.

Then there was Ganondorf.

A glare of repulse spread across my face. There he was. There he was to take away everything that I held dear. Rage amassed within me as a heating feeling of dissatisfaction, fury, and pure hatred rose within me, preparing to sink its fangs into my heart with the evils of what it was to hate. He was doing this to me. Ganondorf. But we were rid of him, and I didn’t want to hate. I never had. Hatred brought nothing but violence; hatred brought nothing but pain, distress, and a lust for revenge that nothing could stand in the way of. One could not love through hate. And Link…

I spat at the ground below me, wanting to vomit, wanting to rid myself of the darkness that still had not left me alone. I gasped for breath as the infernal heat drained from my body. My hatred was gone. I could go on now.

Was that…what Link had felt all along?

I coughed profusely, gagging as I bent over my knees and prepared to heave the last traces of Ganondorf’s evil from within me. My breaths were scarce, interrupted, each time I attempted to fill my lungs with the purity of the forest air, each time I tried to drown the evils, to just breathe…I couldn’t. My lungs constricted, the evils that remained wringing them with carnage strength, hissing their urges for me to give up. To let myself wither and die.

I tumbled forth as the thrill of falling dashed up and down my spine, falling…into darkness. But I was numb to prevent it, letting myself fall…

As light’s arms caught me in the air.

“Zelda!” A strong grip, blocking the mortal fall that had almost been, seized me across my chest and grabbed the frilled blue sleeve of my gown with small, stubby fingers coated with hard callous, knocking a gust of wind into my lungs as my eyes doubled in size. I drew in an enormous gasp as the impact forced the rushing air in my spine to my throat, feeling the arms of my best friend join at my shoulder as he restrained me from falling to my death. I stammered a cry, trembling, feeling as if I were still ready to fall to my death as my voice, sounding so young with the shattered confidence of a frightened little girl, released incomprehensible, pathetic cries that metamorphosed into sobs of sheer terror’s lasting. I could not prevent myself from following a sudden impulse, throwing my arms around him as I wailed like a madwoman.

He must have been terrified, I realized, as I thrust myself against his chest and held him in a tight embrace. That evening, I had felt the pace of his heart double, triple, against my ear. He just sat there, motionless, as I quivered pitifully against him. Holding me in his arms and just…letting me cry.

The revelation that I was safe, that I could breathe, that nothing could ever harm me now, gave me a sudden coax of comfort, my grip upon Link’s rugged, worn green tunic, stained with my tears and wrinkled fitfully to mark my unyielding grip upon his shoulder, relaxing as I slowly let myself calm. I was silent. I could breathe again.

But he didn’t let go.

“Are you…” he said softly, turning his head so those sky blue eyes, as clear as shallow, pure water that I could visibly see into the deepest bottom of, met the large, indigo orbs of a vibrant dreamer I could call my own. The summer breeze toyed with the locks of hair that hung carelessly into his eyes, brushing them aside so I could see his face, so flawlessly crafted that it seemed surreal, and tinted with brushes of the tangerine sunset, “Are you okay?”

I nodded slowly, allowing my head to bob subconsciously as I managed to force a small flicker of a smile in the sunset’s loving glow.

I glanced upward through my sheer curtain of golden blonde hair, a light shining through as I pulled the loose strands of blonde away from my eyes to see him clearly. His face was alight with the familiar grin of the rogue I knew, the little rascal who had gone through horrors I could only imagine, and greeted me with a hearty crack of a smile that would never fade away. Now that grin had been resurrected, as he cocked an eyebrow, seeming to be very satisfied. “You just spit,” he said with accusation, as if the notion had not occurred to me.

His tone brought a smile I could not suppress, a voice lightly brushed with childish glee and a carefree nature, a voice that forced my chin into the air even in the darkest of situations. A voice that reminded me that I was safe, that we had moved on. That it was over. Heat rushed to my cheeks as a crimson flush poured into my face, so vulnerable and defenseless against the charm of my dearest friend. “I just spit,” I admitted with a warm smile, shifting slightly in his embrace as my eyes bowed down in an effort to play his game, while attempting futilely to disguise the throbbing blush that adorned me.

“Why?”

He looked at me so strangely at that moment; his head tilted in slight uncertainty, with those wide, childish eyes that absorbed all that stood around him staring directly into mine. He looked at me…like there was something deep within me that he needed to find. Something was cut into my soul, that I had to open my heart to reveal. And he was determined to know what it was.

I shivered slightly as his arms slowly unwound from my shoulders, the warmth suddenly absorbed by the whispering breeze that rushed through my hair. I watched him curiously as he looked to the sunset, hair that hung to the length of his chin whipping about behind him as his cap flapped like a kite in the winds. His expression transformed as a cold glare fixed into his features, seeming to curse the rogue wind that gusted into his face. “That scoundrel…” He hissed, his voice seeming to blend with the airstream’s sighing.

I allowed my elbow to rest upon my thigh, lowering my head into my hand’s cradle. I closed my eyes, the event’s anguish returning to me, and heaved a sigh. How was it that he could read me? How was it that he understood?

It hit me like a strike across my senses. He had been through the exact same trauma.

A familiar emotion, a sensation of flying that passed through my fingertips and crept into the blood that flowed to my heart, filled me as my eyes fluttered open. I gently lowered my opposite hand as my head raised to face Link.

I watched in amazement as his thick, stubby fingers wove into mine, long and slender with delicate tips, as I seemed to become merged in his world with a single clutch of his hand. He held my hand at our eyes’ level, clutching it tightly with a rather emotionless expression across his face, with only the rising and falling of his chest to tell me he lived. In a slow, gentle motion like the flow of a river, he lifted a pendant, dangling from his fingertips, and softly slid the leather band over my hand, letting it slide to the base of my fingers and dangle, beads of painted wood seeming to sparkle in the evening’s dying light.

He slid closer to me, our shoulders pressed together, as he clutched my hand from behind, conjoining our fingers yet again, as if to pretend that a single hand held the treasure he had given me. Our fingers clenched into a unified fist, holding this beautiful object he had given me, a gentle grip on each other’s hands comforting us both. “Saria and I made this…I’ve had it for about a month, and I’ve…” He paused, as if afraid to admit his approaching words, “I’ve been afraid to give it to you, all along.”

I reached for the pendant’s brooch, dangling below our hands, and lifted it into my right hand as I froze, stunned by the beauty of something so simple, so pure, more stunning than any of the precious gems my father had granted me, more beautiful than any of the lace-trimmed gowns that royalty could offer. It radiated something more. Something so natural…as if it were merely a part of the scenic land around us, yet somehow bringing a certain beauty, a distinction like no other, to the world around it. But the brooch was naught more than a beautiful flower like a flourishing rose, opening its heart and spreading its beauty, of a radiant maroon that faded to pearl white. And courage, I realized, was the word that ran endlessly across my thoughts. “This flower…” I whispered, fearing that a mere touch would destroy its perfection, “How did it stay alive…? All this time…”

A smile burned brightly like a candle in darkened halls across his face, as his hand joined mine at the side of the pendant. “Saria says it’s called a Chigiri flower. They say that it lives forever, and never wilts, no matter what.” A sheepish flush of tinted maroon crept to his cheeks, his hand settling in his lap. But he did not release my hand, the two of us clutching the pendant, as if afraid that the other would let it go. “Saria says…that when you have a Chigiri flower, it means that somebody’s out there, no matter where they are, somebody who won’t back down until they know they’ll see you again.” He stared into the distance, horizon aligning with his eyes as if searching for something. “If you believe it, too…if you believe you’ll be together forever…It will never, ever die.”

I could do nothing but stare, my mouth limply hanging open as I struggled to find my words. Everything seemed to disappear that was not a part of him; everything became nothing but a blur as I held his hand, motionless. Everything was so incomprehensible. So unreal.

He clutched my hand tighter, slowly leaning in my direction as I followed suit, eyes wide and uncertain, and watched as he flashed the small, hopeful smile of a pleading child, “Zelda, promise me… promise me you’ll always remember. I want you to believe in everything you and I have been…I want you to remember the world around us, everything that makes you and I live forever. Keep us alive…and remember everything.”

The sudden resurrection of all he and I had said and done, all those years, had brought sudden life to all I was at present. I was no longer the imprisoned person I had been reduced to for a great deal of my life. I was no longer alone as a solitary wanderer, with only dreams for company. All I had dreamt of, all I had wished for…it took those words to tell me who I had to be to bring them to life. I knew who I was, and who I was with Link. I was one with the world that had cared for us, a part of the prosperous land that had endured everything at our side. We stood for Hyrule and its people, who we had saved, and who saved us in return. We were a part of each other. All of us.

We were united by the love that courage had given us.

~~

Yes, it's unfinished. I drove my readers nuts with the long overdue deadlines for chapters. But still, 'tis something I like to look back on and read over, just for old times' sake. ^_^

Wow. I can't think of any good words to describe it. Hmm....IT WAS FANTASTICALY AMAZING AWESOME AND BEAUTIFUL! and I want more!!!!

Even if it was an old story, I thought it was lovely. (you wrote it when you were twelve?!?!?!) :fangirl: Great job on it Luna!

Now I'm all inspired to draw a picture of Link and Zelda! *goes off to find her old drawing notebook*

Ahh...but for now, I'll settle for this random Fanart I found. http://www.apsylus.com/art/rpgfanart/archive/zelda-link.jpg

:fangirl: :fangirl:

OH MY GOSH LUNA! WHAT THE HECK IS YOUR FANFIC.NET ACCOUNT?! (That is, if you have one) I MUST ADD YOUR STORIES INTO MY FAVOURITE STORIES AND YOU INTO MY FAVOURITE AUTHORS! BY GOSH YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLE!!!!

-foams at mouth-

...-ahem- I'm sorry. I've got some Nice Zelink Fanart and one of my favourite Zelink fanfics from ff.net Credits to CrazyGurlMadness (one of my favourite ZeLink authors) and...whosever DeviantArt I took the art from. (I had to upload the art into my own photobucket cuz' I don't remember in DeviantArt where I got it :lol:)

Fanfic - Hylian Kings, by CrazygurlMadness

Fanart - http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/Exce...link-zelda6.jpg

OMG! :fist: YOUR BROTHER SOLD TEH HOLY WORSHIP-NESS OF TLOZ:OOT, WHICH IS ONE OF NINTENDO'S GREAT WORKS?! I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY, THAT HEAVEN HELP THE CHILD WHO SOLD IT AND NEVER REALIZED WHAT WRONG HE HAD DONE!!!!

:huggle: Ne, sorry Amy-chan. Although, I've never owned a cartridge of OOT or MM. The reason being is because my brother borrowed it from one of his Zelda-freak friend. I've owned A Link To The Past for SNES for quite sometime. But I have the collectors edition for the Gamecube, so I need not to worry. ^_^.

We should ask Cetra_Aerith (Rosey-chan) to join! She loves Link/Zelda too! We should be sending out personal invitations!

AmayaSaria: So glad you liked it! It's been two whole years and I still love writing about Zelda and her melodrama. And the Zelink cuteness is just too darned irresistable not to gush over. :fangirl: And you must make fanarts! But the gorgeous one you provided will tide me over for now. *saves* :lust:

Paladin: Oh, I just love you, Paladin. :huggle: And I actually don't have an FFnet acount, but I do have a collection of about maybe four or five unfinished fanfics that I will post at request. My other Zelda fic has Zelink undertones, but Zelda never actually appears. :P It's actually about Malon and Talon, with some Link thrown in the mix. And I love that fanart! *saves it too* Will read the fanfic when I've got some more time.

Ooh, C_A's a Zelinker? We should totally get her in here. :woot:

Excuse me for intruding but may i join i love Link and Zelda! even though i've not got anything to prove it but i've played acouple of the games and i love them so can i join please. *gives innocent cute face* :huggle:

*demands that they let her in*

Love Link and Zelda to death, guys... :wub:
I haven't played OOT, but back in the days, I spent a great deal of wakings hours with A Link to the Past. However, I've been a fan of both Link and Zelda long before that. *can't even recall when she first fell in love with them*
Anyway, Link is the only character I use when I play Smash Brothers...and my sister happens to use Zelda often. Well, we like to team up quite a bit... :lol:

Thanks to MT, I'm going to go read those Zelda Mangas...especially the OOT one. Is it pretty close to the game?
*doesn't quite undestand yet(if she's ever going to) why anybody would prefer Link with anyone other than Zelda* >.<

...and also, ZeLink fanfics written by Luna... :woot:
I'll be reading those too, kthxbai.

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I have never read a story that long, YET THAT GOOD! :woot: That was terrific Luna! :yahoo: Im impressed with your writing techinque :D. You must make more fanfics! :lol: And even if the story's old, its still good :yes:.

This couldn't get any better! :lol: Thanks for posting Paladin! :huggle: I love da pic and teh fic! :wub: So romantic, so dramatic.....Im starting a favorites list of pics and fics :yes:.

Welcome to all new members! :huggle: Join us in the pool of mushy ZeLink love! (I know there's a MaLink fan in the forums. so I'm reeeallly sorry if he/she ever reads this)

I absolutly LOVE this fanart! I think it's very Kawaii! Squeeeee!

ZOMFG I'M LOVED BY LUNA! -inserts a million cleris, happy, and squeeing smilies- :huggle:

:fangirl: :fangirl: :fangirl: :fangirl: :fangirl:
:woot: :woot:

I see why you love this one! :lol: I do too! :wub: Post more! POST MORE PALADIN!! :hyper :hyper: :lol:

:huh?........
There's one here? Tch. I would like to see it.... :rolleyes:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ITS SOOOO CUTE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH! *saves and steals it* Mwhahahaa.......

...Pffft....My fanart came out horrible, me no share. >_<

:blink: Wow, Carmen. Did you have to quote the whole story? :lmao:

Anyway, I read the OOT manga, ITS SOOOO GOOD AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

Sad parts from the manga: (possible spoilers for those who haven't read it yet)
http://www.zelda-infinite.com/files/manga/...?chap=5&page=21
Zelda looks sooooooo sad at that part...;_; and Look at Link in the right corner! Look how disappointed he is!

http://www.zelda-infinite.com/files/manga/...?chap=5&page=22
This made me cry! LOOK HOW HEARTBROKEN LINK IS!!! *cries* And Zelda...she looks very sad while playing the ocarina....;_; *sobs some more*

Buuuuuut! This part made me happy happy and so very much HAPPY! :fangirl:
http://www.zelda-infinite.com/files/manga/...?chap=5&page=26

Thankies MT for posting about the manga! :huggle: :fangirl:

wha Wha WHA?! I never joined this X_x *dies*

LinkxZelda is my second favorite couple after CloudxAerith :fangirl: and after them comes Sokai :D

I wanna joinage please :D Loyal Zelda fn since I was 4 years old and the very reason I'm a gamer today! I started to like them together hmmm i dunno it just hit me as natural later on XD I haven't played OoT either :sad: *hugs Amathala* but I also love ALttP it's my favorite <3 Wind Waker was fun, but there was too much sailing and the game was unusually easy :ermm: Minish Cap was sweet especially cause it gives off a little LinkXZelda vibe it was cute how link wanted to protect her with that little shield of his that she'd given him :sad: / :fangirl:

I love the character models in SSBM ... sooo.. clear <3 and the best part was that screenshot taking option *.* how many piccies of them do you think I have in my memory card XD *whistles how a taunt can be used usefully in a fighting game to take squeeable piccies* <3

AHHHHHHH ITS ROSEY-CHAN! *mega-glomp* We were waitin' for you to join! Welcome to the club!

Hahaha Fountain of Dreams, thats where I always took a picture of Link and Zelda! :fangirl:

Okay any way, I made a picture from the manga. I combinded these two shots:

http://www.zelda-infinite.com/files/manga/...?chap=5&page=21
http://www.zelda-infinite.com/files/manga/...?chap=5&page=22

Really all I did was re-draw (which took FOREVER to do) them and color them, but I'm proud of my hard-work! (I spent all night on it!) But don't expect anything super special, cause its not. *shrugs* I figured I'd show it to you guys anyway.

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f389/Ama...ria/zelink2.jpg

:lol:

*GLOMPZ AMY-CHAN BACK* :hyper:

that's so good Amy-chan!! :lust:

Did you guys ever know about these really awesome Zelda boards... the forsaken forums? it was zeldalegacies.com :sad: it went off and *sniff* I miss it ;-;

were any of you guys members there? I was Princess-Zelda

I remember awesome members like SharpCuttroat, Sleazye2001, Rob (the founder), ZeldaFreakMaster, and Jena :sad:

it was such a nice community did any of you ever hear of it?

I'd love to join, I'm a total Zelink fangirl, have been for years! They always have seemed so meant to be. So yes, please add me!

Welcome fellow rabid Zelink fan, Tacofoolio! :huggle: Make sure to share any fanart/fanfics that you love! :fangirl: :lol: Have fun here!

I'll sign!!

Wow, I didn't join yet. I'll do so now I suppose. ^_^

Any Link couple other than Link/Zelda or Link/Maron makes me vomit. I'm so in.

Wow, just look at all these members! This really took off quickly. Probably because Link and Zelda kick so much ass. :D

Thought I'd come up with a banner. I'm in a banner-making mood today, so I made a couple for whatever use you guys would like. Long live teh Zelink! :fangirl:



And the fanart Paladin provided inspired me. ^_^

OMG Luna your avvie is love. ~ :lust:

I love that Flash movie! The Return of Ganondorf always brings me laugh, did you see the secret scene?

And the part when the girls are talking about their crushes...:lmao:

Oh, and LOVE the banners btw. Very Kawaii ~

Welcome new members! :huggle:

Luna, wonderful job on the banners! :wub: :huggle: I'll go add them now! :hyper: :fangirl:

Oh, definitely, the Return of Ganondorf is one of the best, if not THE best Zelda parody out there. And yes, the secret scene was the inspiration for my new member title. "It's going straight to my thighs!" :lmao:

And great to hear you liked the banners. I must thank you for providing the link to that fanart, I couldn't find it for ages and it's one of my favorites. ^_^

I should probably provide something in my post other than straight babbling... meh, I suppose I'll post some of my favorite non-OOT manga scans. Akira Himekawa is my freaking GOD.

A LINK TO THE PAST

http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/736/0321wu.jpg
http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/3584/0347xi.jpg
http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1687/0350yn.jpg
http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/7571/0371bj.jpg
http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/2383/0452ja.jpg
http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/7089/1548my.jpg
http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/1593/1553jg.jpg
http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/9030/1858ae.jpg
http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/6900/1861ui.jpg

I'll probably post some stuff from the Minish Cap manga later (because it has the absolute cutest artwork in the universe), and maybe some from the Four Swords manga. It's all too adorable. :fangirl:

EDIT: And thank you, Saria! Glad you liked them! ^_^

Ooooh great Scans! Link looks so...so....:drool:

And Zelda is pretty as ever! :fangirl: Thankies for the scan Luna! :huggle:

Oi! A Link and Zelda fanclub! I'm in! =D I can't WAIT till TP! :hyper:

I had some time today, so I made these for you guys:







Feel free to use them, if you like. For all IE users, sorry 'bout the ugly blue in the background of the second one >.<

EDIT:
BTW, I stole the incredibly romantic lyrics I used in these sigs from the opening and closing theme songs in the anime The Record of Lodoss War... :P

They look great! The first one is adorable! :wub: The second one is lovely! :fangirl:

I'll go add them now! :huggle: