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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the feedback. It means so much to me, and I love hearing suspicions about what might happen next.

"There now… see how much more pleasant this can be for the two of you?" Ganondorf said in a not quite patronizing tone. He reached forward, his hand stroking through Zelda's hair. She just shifted slightly, laying back exhausted against Link's chest. The boy's arms tightened around her when Ganondorf's fingers brushed down his chest, but he didn't quite flinch away.

Link did back away when Ganondorf grabbed Zelda around the middle, though, lifting her carefully off of him and laying her down on the bed. She looked as if she didn't really want to be moved around like some sort of doll, but she didn't appear to have the ability to sit up under her own power at the moment, something which made Ganondorf grin and Link worry. "You mean this is the first time she's been fucked into unconsciousness? Link, I'm disappointed in you. She deserves better, don't you think?"

"You keep your nose out of it!" Link snapped, lunging towards him, hands outstretched. It had been a strange but acceptable situation while she was actually awake, taking part. Now though, she was clearly exhausted, fighting to keep her eyes open, and he was tired of his slander. Zelda made a soft sound of protest when Ganondorf snatched Link out of midair, trying to convince her impossibly heavy limbs to move.

He grabbed the boy by the arms, wrenching them up above Link's head. He sat up, bending him backwards over his lap. "Now Link, that's hardly called for…"

"What gives you the right to… to torment us like this?" he spat, twisting in his grip, trying to work his legs out from the awkward position to kick him.

"This." Ganondorf said, pinning Link's knee in place with his free hand, bending his arms back until the hero cried out, helpless. "Do you think I want to hurt you, Link?" he asked, sounding almost hurt.

Link couldn't move, could barely breathe, but managed a disbelieving snort. He whimpered softly as Ganondorf bent him back just a bit farther, feeling something twang painfully in his side. "You should stop making me have to hurt you. We were having such a pleasant time until now… wasn't that so much nicer than this?" He yanked his arms back sharply, making Link yelp breathlessly.

Not actually wanting to cause him damage, Ganondorf decided that was enough of a lesson. He let go of him, shoving him sideways onto the bed, watching coolly as Link painfully drew his arms down against his chest. "If you two are determined to continue fighting me, I will continue hurting you. I don't want that, but if it is necessary…" He grinned slowly as he stood up, arranging his clothing properly. "Well, I'll just have to deal with it, won't I?"

Zelda pushed herself up tiredly, running a hand over Link's shoulder soothingly. "I'm sure we can come to some sort of a… compromise," she said, willing Link to stay quiet. She hated seeing him hurt.

"I'm sure we can," he said, bowing mockingly to her. All they had to do was whatever he told them, after all. They just had to swallow their pride a bit more. "You can start today, in fact. There are some diplomatic circumstances that require dealing with." Because while Ganondorf was extremely good at obtaining and wielding power… the minutiae of keeping a country peaceful was much more Zelda's line of work.

"I'm going to need something more to wear," she said, rubbing at her face, from tiredness rather than tears, he noticed.

"I'll bring by something more suitable," he said, inclining his head. "I assume Link would be happier in what he has now, unless you'd like to don something more… elegant?"

"I'm a farmer and a warrior," Link said flatly, already pulling his tunic back on self-consciously. "Not a noble." He wanted to go with Zelda just to keep an eye on her, support her if she needed it, but he had no idea what he was going to actually do. The closest thing to diplomacy he'd ever dome to was sumo wrestling Gorons, and he doubted that was required in Castletown.

"Good," Ganondorf said, looking downright cheerful. "I'm hoping we can continue to cooperate in such a mutually beneficial way." He let a hint of lewdness colour his words, his grin widening as he left the room.

Link closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, letting out a groan of frustration mixed heavily with embarrassment. Zelda shifted to sit more closely behind him, leaning across his back and hugging him. "It's alright, it's alright, he's gone…"

"For now," Link said, sighing and reaching up to fold his arms over hers, straightening up a little bit but still letting her lean on him. "Oh, goddess, I'm never going to feel clean again…"

Zelda sighed, squeezing him a little. "I know what you mean. But if he stays happy, he won't be trying to find entertainment some other way." She didn't bother to say anything further, they'd both be able to imagine what Ganondorf would do if he got bored . What he might do to them was bad enough, but she wouldn't put it past him to make the rest of Hyrule suffer as well.

"You know what the worst part is?" he sighed, his fingers working between hers, holding her hand against his chest. "The fact that I enjoyed it." Not all of it, of course, but… enough.

"I know. Me too," she said softly, curling against him. But as long as Ganondorf was going to keep them around as toys, she'd rather that they got some occasional pleasure out of it too. Link shifted around on the bed, leaning up against the wall and pulling her against him. Zelda moved her head to his chest, comfortable with his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

She dozed for a while, until Ganondorf returned with more clothing for her to wear. She was pleased to see her tooled armor and jewelry on top of the dress, although there was still no crown. When questioned, Ganondorf said, "Oh, I have it. But until I get one, you don't get to wear it."

"I'm surprised you haven't had it reforged to fit you already," she said coolly, pulling on the layers of clothing, Link helping her as an excuse to look anywhere but at Ganondorf.

"The forges were damaged in the battle, along with everything else," he said. Some of the store rooms, the treasury, and the kitchens were all underground, but the forges, stables public areas, most of the storage, and all of the living space were in the castle proper and were currently being rebuilt. "Besides, it would look like a child's toy on me, even altered."

"I suppose that's true," she said, looking up at him. Her late father's crown was heavier than the one she wore and would be a better choice to alter… not that she particularly wanted to crown Ganondorf as a full regent of Hyrule. Certainly not until a much more convincing reason came up. She was still Princess, with or without a crown, and her people would hardly care.

Besides, with the jewelry and gold she had, there would be no doubting her station anyways. "What is the agenda for today?" she asked, braiding her hair swiftly, binding it with a strip of ribbon.

"There are some minor issues with the integration of the Gerudo into Hyrule," he said mildly, opening the door and gesturing for them to precede him. Zelda swept out, Link following in her wake. "In the interests of cooperation, making some sort of treaty makes more sense than letting them fight it out."

"Perhaps you'll make a decent ruler after all," Zelda said, moving quickly down the stairs. Coming to the entrance hall of the tower, she turned back, looking over her shoulder. "How did you move the sword?" she asked with honest curiosity.

"Fire tongs," Ganondorf said, prompting a snort of laugher from Link at the absurdly simple solution. "Don't worry, it's quite secure."

"I have no doubt it is," Zelda said calmly. "Now, where is this meeting of nations taking place?"

"The throne room is still several days from completion," Ganondorf said. "Telma's bar in Castletown was suggested as a neutral location."

"Can I ask why?" Link asked.

"Presumably because she's been a trusted member of the community for years, but she's also Gerudo," Zelda said, opening the door and striding out into the sunlight, lifting her face up to it with a pleased sigh.

"Wait, she is?" Link asked, jogging up to her side.

"You mean the red hair, large frame and aggressiveness with men wasn't a dead giveaway?" Ganondorf said dryly. "Not all Gerudo attain eight feet in height, and skintones range from copper down to ebony. And most, of course, are female."

Well, you learned something new every day. Link kept walking after Zelda, quiet now as he thought about that. Ganondorf was such an… iconic example of his race it hadn't occurred to me what the rest of them looked like. When he entered the bar, there were three Gerudo warriors present, one leaning on the counter as she spoke to Telma. Seeing them together, Link could see the resemblance, although Telma was a handspan shorter than her cousins. She waved cheerily at him. "Hey, honey. Good to see you up and about. Princess, Lord Ganondorf, welcome. Ale's on the house if you want some."

"Business first, Telma," Zelda said with a smile. "But I'm sure we can all have a round to celebrate our cooperation afterwards."

Link had never been much of a drinker, but it wasn't long before he was longing for the end of negotiations and the start of celebrations. Oh, sure, the introduction of the problems was interesting. Apparently a group of Gerudo had decided to go mate hunting. Out on the wild fringes of Hyrule or in the Gerudo Desert, this wasn't uncommon, wasn't even always a problem. Hunters or fishers didn't exactly mind being kidnapped, ravished by multiple women, then released a few days later.

However, in Castletown, it was a large problem, especially since the man in question had been the baker's husband. What Link was surprised by, though, was how quickly something as entertaining and risqué as questionably non-consensual kidnappings could degenerate into completely dry discussion about ancient treaties and intricately worded rights.

He was pretty sure he managed to keep from looking too bored. At least nobody glared at him… really, mostly they just ignored him. Zelda spent a lot of time convincing people to stay calm, she never actually seemed to say anything of her own opinions on the matter. From bits of the conversation he actually focused on, Link gathered that centuries ago, the Gerudo had been a section of the Hylian army assigned to guard the eastern borders, and apparently just stayed there. He supposed that explained why no Hylian monarch ever rode out to chase them off; they were supposed to be there.

There seemed to be an awful lot of repetition of the same things over and over again when you led something, Link decided. His initial thought was right; he was definitely not cut out to rule a country. Even Ganondorf was more focused on the discussion, although since his people were the ones who necessitated the event in the first place, that was to be expected. Still, there were moments where Link actually sympathized with the faintly glazed look that crossed his face from time to time.

Link wasn't sure how much time they were in there, but the sun coming in the small windows was golden and sharply slanting by the time Zelda started scribing an agreement on a roll of parchment Ganondorf produced. The three Gerudo warriors signed it, then Ganondorf, Zelda, and Link jumped slightly when she passed the quill and parchment to him. Flushing slightly, he scrawled his name where she told him to, feeling more than a bit awkward at being included. He supposed that's what Zelda had been getting at in her speech about Hyrule and Ordon and the Gerudo nation being cooperative, he just hadn't really clued in that it meant he really was going to be part of the government.

As soon as he set down the quill, though, Telma declared, "Alright then, first round's on the house!" and came over with mugs full to brimming. Zelda whisked the parchment off the table, rolling it deftly before anything spilled on it, and took one of the mugs unhesitatingly. Finally up to the point of the evening he understood, Link beat Ganondorf's grab for one, toasting the rambunctious warrior to the left of him.

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"I don't think I'm cut out for diplomacy," Link said on the way back to the tower, rubbing an aching shoulder and weaving slightly. The sun had fully set more than an hour ago, the celebration had lasted almost as long as the negotiations had.

"Well, you shouldn't have challenged Naburia to a wrestling match, especially after four mugs of ale," Zelda said, sounding far more amused than sympathetic.

Link staggered to the side from a heavy blow to his side, and he glared over at Ganondorf, suspecting that he was actually trying to be friendly. "That was the only part of the evening he understood!" Ganondorf chuckled. The man was almost invisible in his black silk, especially contrasted by the two fiery, giggling Gerudo women following him back to the tower.

"I can't believe it, but I think I agree with you," Link muttered.

He almost fell to his knees when Ganondorf's arm draped across his shoulders. "You see how much better we're getting along?" he laughed, not quite picking him up off the ground. "Ah, maybe I'll find some other errand for you to skip the next negotiation."

"He does quite well, in his own way," Zelda pointed out, opening the tower door. "As long as diplomacy can involve wrestling matches, archery targets, or swordfights."

"Wait… I can't tell if you're on my side or not," Link said, peering curiously at her, trying to ignore the laughter from the Gerudo women.

She just laughed, and unwound him from Ganondorf's arm. "I'm always on your side, Link. Let's get you to bed. Lord Ganondorf, Kahlla, Shikoru," she said, performing a flawless curtsey to the three Gerudo and guiding Link up the stairs to their own room.

"I am so glad those two wanted to… ah… keep celebrating," Link said with relief as they wound up the stairs. "I really don't think I could deal with him in that mood."

"What, cheerful?"

"More like… voracious," Link said, leaning on the wall as he climbed. "Goddess, how long is this staircase?"

Zelda slowed down to walk beside him, chuckling softly as she slipped an arm around his waist. "You've learned an important diplomatic lesson today, Link. Never try to out-drink a Gerudo." She was in a good enough mood that she almost didn't even mind the door spelling itself shut behind them as she led Link to the bed, unclipping jewelry as she went.
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