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Lover of Legends	By : Lisachan Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 2134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Legend Of Zelda and its characters do NOT belong to me, no profit is being made from this fic.

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Author’s Note: I got this burst of inspiration, and decided to write another chapter. Then the chapter got longer and longer, and I decided to split the chapter in two. So, there will not be one, but two brand new chapters to this story. Yay! These chapters focus less on the possibility of Link unexpectedly getting warped away, and more on how Link and Ivee’s relationship progresses. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Legend Of Zelda and its characters do NOT belong to me, no profit is being made from this fic.

Chapter 3: Love letters to a Hero

Ah, there he was, the man of her life, running along in the distance. Ivee had grown used to it by now, that Link would walk past her, not even waving his hand or anything, barely having the time to call out to her. She’d found it rude at first, the way he blatantly ignored the mother of this future children. But then she’d reminded herself every time that it wasn’t his fault. He was being puppeteered by ‘them’.
“Hi Ivee!” Link managed to shout, before he was off again.
Ivee sighed blissfully. How dashing he looked again in his hooded cloak. “Hello, traveller!” How odd. Ivee had meant to call out “Hey, hot stuff”, but instead, good old “Hello, traveller” had come out, as if she had no control over her speech. How very strange.
Her father hadn’t spoken a word about the other night. Neither had her mother. It had been three days now. Either Link’s house indeed was very soundproof, or Link had done a very fine job threatening Nikki. Although she really didn’t see the point in that, if her mother had been there with her, with her ear plastered against his door. She still jumped, practically snapped her broomstick in two, when her dad called out to her from inside the shop.
“Y-yes, dad?” she stuttered, stumbling in.
“It’s time for our break. Let’s have lunch together, shall we?”
“Ah, you know, I’m not really that hungry,” Ivee said dismissively. “Think I’m just gonna go for a walk.” She placed her broom against the wall and sprinted back outside the shop. Behind her, she heard her dad muttering something along the lines of “Kids these days...”. It wasn’t important to her. She wanted to see if she could still catch up with Link. She jogged off into the direction he’d disappeared off to, looking left and right. He wouldn’t have the time to hang out with her now, but just seeing him would be enough. The chances of finding him were rather slim though, with all this fast travelling. He could already be at the other side of the country by now, sandskiing behind a seal.
Just when she was about to give up and head back home, she noticed that the front door of his house was open, and her heart made a little jump. Smiling excitedly, she bolted inside. “Link?” She heard someone moving upstairs and ran up the stairs, only to find…
A bald queer.
She mustered a polite smile. “Oh, mister Bolson. It’s you.”
Bolson turned around. “Ah, it’s the girl from the shop,” he smiled. “Are you a friend of mister Link?”
Ivee pursed her lips and twisted her hands behind her back. “Guess you could say that.”
“Mister Link has come and asked me to make him a bigger bed,” Bolson explained. “I’ve come to take some measurements.”
“Did he now?” Ivee said. “Well then, please don’t let me keep you from doing your job.” She turned to head back down again, but stopped when Bolson announced that he was finished for now. She stepped aside to let him go through.
“Oh, mister Bolson,” she said to his retreating back.
“Yes, my love?” Bolson said, looking over his shoulder.
“Can you… uhm...” She bit her lip and twisted her hands some more. “Can you make it quite sturdy? The bed.”
Bolson grinned knowingly. “Rest assured, my love. Bolson Constructions doesn’t make flimsy beds.” He turned again, and then paused. “You be good to him.”
“Don’t worry. I will,” Ivee smiled broadly. She sighed and looked at the bed, eager to see it replaced by a bigger one. “Oh, mister Bolson. You forgot something.” She pointed to something that was lying on the bedside table. It looked like a stack of letters, neatly tied together with a string.
“Ah, the letters, you mean?” Bolson said from the bottom of the stairs. “I found them while I was cleaning out this house in preparation for it to be demolished. I think they belong to mister Link. Thought I’d return them to him.”
“Oh, I see. Thank you.” She went sitting on the bed and stared at the letters. The hand writing on the top letter looked very elegant. Like a woman’s. Her fingers were itching to untie the string. She wouldn’t do anything wrong just by untying the string, would she?
She took the bundle of letters, carefully, as if they would crumble under the touch of her fingers. Feeling like a dirty old man undoing the bra of a young girl, she drew the string, letting it slip to her knees. The letters were all addressed to Link, sometimes under the name of “Hero of Time” or “Hero of Legends”. All in different kinds of very delicate, feminine hand writing. Ivee turned the letters around in her hands. They were open. Read. Did it count as a breach of privacy if the letters were already open?
He wouldn’t know.
Maybe just one.
He. Wouldn’t. Know.
Ivee cracked. She pulled one of the letters out of the envelope and started reading. Very soon, she felt her face growing hot.
As she had thought...
It was a love letter.

“My dearest Link. I suppose it wouldn’t be very honourable for a lady to ask so boldly for the attention of a man. But when it comes to you, I’m not thinking straight. I fiercely hope that you will come visit me again, very soon. I long to feel your breath on my lips again. To enjoy the taste of your tongue again. Sometimes, while I’m sleeping, I think I can feel your lips on mine. But when I open my eyes, you’re not there. It’s so painful. How cruel you are to leave me waiting like this.”

Ivee sat there quite breathless for a moment. Then she slowly folded the letter and put it back in its envelope. Her eyes drifted to the rest of the letters. If they were all gonna be like that…
She threw up her hands in defeat. She should’ve known that drawing that string from around the stack of letters was like opening a box of chocolates: it was impossible to stop after just one. Or two. Or in Ivee’s case, ten.

“Link, I’ve never experienced such passion before. I want more. I want more of you. More of your body against me. Inside of me. Please tell me I can see you again. You know where you can find me. I’ll eagerly be awaiting your return.”

“Mister Hero, I don’t know if you realise what you have started. I cannot get any work done. During the day, I walk with my head up in the clouds. At night, I toss and turn, wishing I was sleeping in your arms. In all honesty, not just sleeping.”

“Dear Link, how are you? I hope you’re doing well, out there on the field. As for me, I don’t know what to do with myself. I miss you so much. Please, come back to me.”

“Sweet Link, I don’t think you realise what kind of beautiful person you are. Not only on the outside, but your heart, too. I’d heard rumours about you. I thought it would never be for me. I often feel fat and ugly. But you noticed me. You payed attention to me, even spent the night with me. Never have I felt more like a woman. It was the first time ever I’ve felt so loved, so wanted. You made me feel like I matter. Thank you so much. Even if it was only this once, I’ll never forget our time together.”

Ivee blew out a sigh. That was a nice one.

“My darling, where have you come from? Where did you run off to? The night went by so fast. I felt like I just had to let you know… Whenever you feel lonely, please don’t hesitate to seek out my company again. I’m looking forward to it already.”

“Beautiful soldier, yesterday was like a dream. Or maybe it was a dream, you were gone again so quickly. Yet I still vividly remember the taste of your skin. The smell of your body is still in my head. I still hear your grunts while you were moving inside of me. Please, tell me it was real. Please, tell me we can share such a dreamlike night again. Don’t make me wait too long.”

“Link, what are you doing to me? I’m a married woman. But I cannot help myself. You bring me to new heights. You cut through the daily rut. But you have no idea how difficult it is to suppress my moans while I’m thinking of you at night, with my husband sleeping next to me in bed. Or to scream out his name, not yours, when I make love to him. You’ve made a sinful woman of me. I don’t know what punishment I’ll have to go through in the afterlife. But I have no regrets. You’re worth every last bit of it. Let’s just pray that the godesses will be merciful.”

What? Ivee gasped in disbelief, scanning through the letter again. What?! Even with a married woman! She shook her head. It would be best to give Link the benefit of the doubt and assume that he didn’t know the woman was married.
On to the next.

“Link, my love. As I’m writing this, my heart is longing for you. My body is aching for your touch. At night, I can do nothing but writhe with agonising desire. My hands touch my breasts, and I imagine they’re yours. My fingers delve inside me, but I want them to be replaced by your… Hmm… How to say this in a lady-like fashion? Just, your… Hmmm...”

Ivee took a moment to fan herself with the envelope.

“Link, you gorgeous boy. I cannot get you out of my head. Not only have you left marks on my skin, you’ve also left marks on my heart. I feel them burning in my chest every day, with every heartbeat. I treasure them. Your memory.”

“Beautiful traveller. I don’t even know your name. Or where you live. But I had to write this down. I’ve asked the postman about you. Seems like I wasn’t the first one, too. If he knew about a brave warrior who was fighting for the safety of our kingdom. To my utter joy, he knows who you are. He assured me that he would know where to find you. So from the bottom of my heart, I hope this reaches you. Where ever you may be on the battlefield, what ever trials you may face, please remember that there is always someone here, praying for your safety, waiting for you to return. Take this handkerchief with you to remind yourself of that. Be safe, young Hero. Know that you will be in my heart forever.”

Ivee glanced inside the envelope. She found no handkerchief enclosed. Link indeed must’ve taken it with him. She imagined it to have had lace at the edges and that there were initials embroidered in the corner, smelling very sweet.
She felt her bottom lip quivering. Her eyes were getting a bit moist. To think that this woman in the letter had sent him her handkerchief, intended for him to take it with him to battle... As a sort of good luck charm, or just a reminder of her. Maybe Ivee should give him one of her handkerchiefs too, while he was away. Hers didn’t have lace at the edges, but she could spray some fragrance on it.
She started tidying up the letters, making sure that the string was secured around them again, and decisively stood up. Yeah, she would do that. She was gonna go find her prettiest handkerchief right now.
See, it had been a good idea to read those letters.

Author’s Note: chapter 4 will be up very soon. Please let me know if you enjoyed ^_^

Next chapter: Ivee tries to tell Link about the letters. But first: sex! ^_^
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