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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Link came slowly awake, feeling warm and comfortable, although he jumped a little in surprise when he realized much of the reason for that was being pillowed on Ganondorf’s arm. He could feel Zelda’s fingers entwined with his, their arms stretching over the Gerudo’s expansive chest.
Most of last night after… certain events took place was kind of blurry in his mind. Obviously Zelda and Ganondorf had put him to bed at some point, in one of the guest alcoves by the hot springs, and from the feel of it, they’d simply spread the scant bedding on the floor, trusting to the heat of the stone and each other to keep them warm overnight. It worked; the warmth of the hot springs meant that there was no chill on his bare skin although they must have been like this all night. He did flush a little more when Ganondorf’s arm tightened a little in his sleep, pressing Link not uncomfortably against his side. It was just embarrassingly intimate, was all.
Zelda squeezed his fingers slightly, peering over at him. “Feeling alright this morning?” she whispered. He shifted slightly while he thought about it, but much to his surprise, he actually was. There was a slight tingling burn that was more erotic than painful, a bit of stiffness from the awkward way they were sleeping, but otherwise he felt surprisingly good. Well he should, he supposed as he nodded to Zelda. This was the third night in a row he’d spent the majority of the time in a healing spring, after all.
It was actually surprisingly nice, just to lie here for a moment, enjoying being comfortable and not in pain, ignoring all the worries of the war for a few minutes. He didn’t even flinch when Ganondorf’s hand moved to rest on top of theirs, squeezing gently and then moving their joined fingers down his belly. “Didn’t you get enough last night?” Zelda teased, her hand shifting down around the swollen shaft that pressed up against their palms.
“With both of you at my disposal? There is no such thing as enough.” Ganondorf rumbled in a pleased sort of way. Despite himself, Link felt a little rush of warm pleasure at the compliment… he’d have preferred it coming from Zelda, of course, but it was still nice to hear. He let Zelda guide their joined hands slowly along his shaft, only jumping and pulling away from both of them at the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside.
He snatched up the nearest thing he could find, which was his hat and not nearly as covering as he hoped, but at least it was better than nothing as the Knight walked around the corner. “Oh! Majesties, I didn’t mean… oh, Goddess…” he went bright red and turned away as Ganondorf laughed and Zelda let out a silvery giggle, both of them managing to look artfully covered and unfairly picturesque with long, unbound hair and tousled sheets about their legs. Link looked down at his lap, and was at least glad his hat was as large as it was.
“Er… I mean… I was sent to say that… er… breakfast is being served and the generals are re-forming for the march south… so… so we’ll be ready to leave by noon if you’d like…” The hapless guard finished giving his report to the wall and fairly ran from the room, Zelda actually falling back onto the ground after he was gone, lost in laughter.
It was infectious, and he felt himself grinning despite his own embarrassment. “Oh, Nayru bless, I thought he was going to faint,” Zelda laughed breathlessly. Link grinned and nodded his agreement, although at that point he wasn’t entirely sure what he was agreeing to. The way she looked, all flushed and smiling with her hair fallen around her in silky swirls on the blankets… he’d have agreed with anything she said, just to keep her smiling like that. He abruptly realized he could just hang his hat where it was without needing to hold onto it anymore, and wondered if maybe they should skip breakfast, because he could think of a few things he wanted to do a lot more right now.
“I am very much tempted to make you my breakfast instead of finding the kitchens,” Ganondorf said in an eerie echo of his own thoughts, although that could hardly be a surprise with Zelda looking like that in front of them. The sun was just slanting in, turning her pink-flushed skin to cream and her dark hair to rich honey-gold, and Link was actually crawling towards her already. Ganondorf’s hand on his shoulder made him pause though. “But that would probably take up most of the day, and time is of the essence.”
Zelda stood, and Link pouted, and then she stretched and he just drank in the sight of her. “Mmm, very true. And I’m sure you two have at least as much of an appetite this morning as I do.” True enough, Link’s growling stomach distracted him from the sight of her bending over to pick up her clothing, and the more articles of clothing went on all three of them, the easier it was to focus.
Mostly, anyway. There was a moment while Link was braiding Zelda’s hair and Ganondorf was lacing her armor on that he thought they might just start getting naked all over again. And Zelda came around behind him as he started combing Ganondorf’s fiery mane into a braid, her arms wrapping around his waist. She started doing something to the back of his neck that made it really, really hard to concentrate, but he certainly wasn’t going to tell her to stop.
“You know, Zelda, if you don’t stop teasing him, there isn’t going to be any hot breakfast left,” Ganondorf said cheerfully, after Link had to undo a section for the third time. Flushing as Zelda stepped back with a giggle, he finally got the last of it braided, and Ganondorf coiled it up into a knot, out of the way at the base of his neck. Zelda settled Link’s crown into place and stuck her tongue out at his scowl, looking altogether adorable and not at all like a warrior-queen. He grinned back, fixing the image in his mind before kissing the tip of her nose and heading out of the room before he gave into the heady temptation of staying in bed all day.
Despite his predictions, there was plenty of food left, although it was mostly the same as last night. Someone had found a package of dried berries to add into the rice, giving a sweet bite once in a while to the stewed meat and grains. The atmosphere around the dining hall was optimistic; they had won the last fight, after all, and clearing out Ordon would be the last big push. Still… there were far fewer soldiers there than Ganondorf liked to see, and several of them still had minor bandaged or splinted wounds. He wasn’t sure the Gerudo clan would ever repopulate properly again. Having an entire culture of warriors meant they had a lot of soldiers in a crisis, but it also meant that almost every one of his cousins was in danger. They had already lost about half of the warriors that had ridden out of the desert, and that meant they’d lost half their trained fighting force, half their population.
The Gorons were in little better shape- for all that they were made of rock, they had taken a very heavy beating for a very long time, and they were smiths rather than warriors. At least the Zora warriors would be fresh, as there was little point bringing them up onto the mountain. He just hoped a lot of Ordonian farmers were hidden away in the trees to supplement their forces, or this would be a very costly victory. It WOULD be a victory, he would stand for nothing less, but he would prefer to have something left to rule over when it was done.
Link and Zelda too, were quiet. Zelda was better at putting on a brave face, murmuring words of encouragement to anyone who came close to where they were eating, but he could read the tension, the worry in her eyes. Their thoughts mirrored his, he was certain.
It seemed like all too soon that the meal was done, every scrap of food that could be spared was packaged up for the march south, and the troops were marshalled. There were few mounts left, now, a handful of donkeys and goats, four Bullbos, and Svartur leading five horses half his size. For now, all of them were used as pack animals, carrying weapons and what meagre supplies were left. The lack of red potion was a deep worry, but there was simply nothing to be done at this point. Each soldier carried bandages and willowbark, and that would have to do.
Ganondorf led Svartur himself, Link and Zelda flanking him, as they all planned to walk right to the forest’s edge, sparing the warhorse as long as possible. There were no injuries down the steep switchbacks of Death Mountain, which he was grateful for- it would be a waste to lose a soldier to a broken ankle at this point, when they would need every body to fight for Ordon. The mood shifted once they finally reached the valley floor and turned south through the canyons. Much of the tense concentration lifted, but a grim apprehension took over, especially once the forward scouts reported back seeing trees at the end of the canyon.
Before they were quite into the forest proper, Midna and several Twili attendants appeared, all of them vibrant and beautiful with the life magic of Ordona running through them. “It’s good to see you safely here,” Midna said, bowing gracefully to the three of them and making Link feel decidedly awkward. “Ordonians and Twili alike are ready to assist your attack, although we will be most useful as harrying strikers rather than heavy infantry. The Zora contingent arrived at daybreak, moving through the streams as far into the forest as possible to avoid detection, and also await the signal to attack.”
“And what is the signal?” Zelda asked, happily loading her hip quiver as well as the two on Svartur’s saddle with the massive arrows she preferred for her longbow. The Twili attendants were transporting piles and piles of arrows for the archers in the armies- the Ordonian farmers might not have been able to fight much on their own, but they clearly had not been idle.
“A tune one of the Ordonian scouts recommended, peculiar to farmers and hunters in the region. Link, I think you used it for your horse?” Midna said, turning to him half-apologetically. “It seemed the most recognizable to all of our forces.”
Link nodded, opening his mouth to reply, then pausing to swallow past an unexpected lump. He’d not thought too much of Epona lately; he’d been happy to think that she was living peacefully in her home, and devastated when he’d realized she had been right in the path of Holodrum’s invasion. “I suppose I’ll be howling that, then?” he asked. Wolfsong would carry the way nothing else would, especially with magic amplifying it. It would echo through the entire forest, everywhere Ordona could reach.
“That seemed best,” Midna said, nodding. “And you should have full control over your transformation inside Ordona’s borders now.” He nodded- he was no mage, but even he could have guessed the mingling of Twilight and Light Spirit magic would have that effect.
Midna seemed satisfied with that and spread her hands, creating a pool of darkness that resembled velvety shadows on the ground. With a gesture, lines of light appeared, and sketched out a glowing map of Ordon. Zelda beckoned the remaining generals to come look as Midna started flicking patches of light into the map. “Here we have the main forces… mostly based around the main village here, and the trees have been burned out to here. They’re well fed, although as of early this morning, all water flowing into their camp is tainted, thanks to a handful of Zoras who volunteered to undertake that task.
“They have branched out some into the forest, mostly two lines here and here. And this information is very current, as Ordona sees it now.”
“If we head straight for the heart of their territory, they’ll surround us with those arms,” Ganondorf said pensively, studying the map. “These are the Zoras?”
“One deep river here, and three sizeable streams here, here and here,” Link said, pointing. Midna lit them up as he indicated them. “They’ll be strongest there, although they shouldn’t be too uncomfortable in the forest.”
Midna nodded in agreement. “So we have the strongest backup here at the river,” she said, indicating. “Strong enough that we can count on the Zoras being a wall to crush them against. That takes care of the eastern arm…”
“Which is better than being surrounded, but still not ideal to have foes at our backs,” Zelda pointed out. “If we have mages and archers in the trees, to slow their advance, that should help.”
“As near as we can tell, the general is here, right in the main camp. Mayor Bo suspects he’s holed up in the store, as it’s the nicest appointed building in the town, at least according to Holodrum tastes. If we can take him out, that should break their fighting strength… so that has to be a priority if we’re going to survive this at all.”
“Zelda and Link can take Svartur to the heart of the village,” Ganondorf suggested. “They’ll move faster than any mount Holodrum can scrounge up, and Link knows the area.”
He nodded, and Zelda agreed. “That would seem to be a good choice. It would also be sensible to send a second wave after us, in case we’re both killed.” She said it so matter of factly that Link’s heart ached, remembering how playful and sweet she’d been just hours ago.
“So, are we going in now, or rest first? Our men are willing, but not fresh.” An older man, one of the few Hylian knights who looked the part in his armor spoke up next.
“A good point… and I might suggest going under cover of darkness,” Ganondorf mused. “If we can mark every Hylian and Gerudo soldier so none of us kill our allies, it could be quite advantageous.” The Goron and Zora soldiers were all recognizable even in dim light, and were all on Hyrule’s side.
“I can do better than that, I think,” Midna suggested thoughtfully. “I should be able to grant our armies night vision. It’s a Twilit spell so basic that every child knows it, and it can be made relatively permanent by bonding it to each person instead of an outside source. It’ll take some time to set up, but…”
“Do it. And any who refuse the spell shall be sent to me to be convinced otherwise,” Ganondorf said. “For now, strike camp within the canyon. Fires only until the sunset, no point giving away our position that easily. We’ll march two hours after nightfall.”
Link had already known how much he hated waiting, from the fight in the desert. This was worse, far worse. Midna set his night spell first, partially as an example to the more squeamish soldiers. The tiny prick of blood on his forehead didn’t even hurt, and he honestly couldn’t tell a difference once she’d cast it. “Don’t worry, you will once it gets dark,” Midna reassured him, and moved off to do Zelda next, her assistants already spreading out to the rest of the armies.
And then they waited more. Link played some dice with one squadron of soldiers, answered some questions about the topography of the forest… mostly paced around a lot and waited. Zelda sternly told him to nap for a while, but even with her curled up beside him, he didn’t really sleep. Finally, the sun was well set, and now the camp started to come alive.
Midna’s sight spell had worked brilliantly. There was no colour, he noticed with curiosity, but aside from the strange, silvery cast it leant everything, he could see quite clearly. The soldiers were equally impressed, some of them obviously revising their opinions of mages in general and Twili in particular. At least that was a step in the right direction. It didn’t hurt that the Twili were all striking, graceful creatures, although Midna outshone them all in beauty. Under the moonlight, the paler patches of skin glowed silver, and he wondered how much of that was from the magic sight, and how much was simply nature. Either way, the Hylians seemed a lot closer to accepting them now than they had been before.
Finally, it was time. Svartur, long since stripped of his burdens, was saddled and Zelda mounted, Link just behind her. “We’ll get as close to the village as we safely can, and then Link will signal the strike,” Zelda said, weaving spells of silence over Svartur until his shifting hooves made no sound on the stone underfoot. “And may the Goddesses smile upon us all this night.”
“Both of you keep yourselves safe,” Ganondorf said in a low tone, his hand on Svartur’s neck.
Midna stood behind and beside him, her head level with the Gerudo’s chin. “Ordona and I will be keeping an eye on you… but it’s a large forest, and there’s going to be a lot going on. Please be careful.”
Link nodded, not trusting himself to words. Zelda, unusually silent herself, nodded and tapped Svartur forward. He gave an eager snort and trotted in an eerie silence into the forest. Despite the tension and the worry and general awfulness of the situation, Link felt oddly relaxed as they moved deeper into the forest. This was his home, his childhood stomping grounds, and it was hard to feel upset here.
He nudged Svartur a little to the left, and they were soon climbing the hill above his village. The farm he’d spent so much time herding goats at had been razed, but the forest above it was still untouched except for some food and wood scavenging. This was the highest point in Ordon, and fairly central as well. Zelda reined in the stallion at the top of the hill, and Link slid down to the ground.
Midna was right; Link could feel the magic tingling subtly at the soles of his boots, and it was almost effortless to drop into wolf form. He sat down, scenting the wind for a few moments, and then drew a deep breath. It was his favourite melody, actually. The notes were sweet and simple, and a joy to sing, and they rang out in a haunting call over the silent woods. Neither of them expected a response for quite some time yet, the sounds of battle could be delayed by a few minutes to half an hour or more depending on positions.
Almost immediately, however, Link heard a joyous, ringing reply. His wolf ears heard it as his name, his human mind heard the whinny that turned into a furious neighing shriek and the camp below them was suddenly a hive of activity.
Link was human again without even realizing it. “Epona! She’s there, she’s RIGHT there, right in the camp!”
“I know, I heard,” Zelda said, setting Svartur’s reins in her teeth and nocking an arrow to her bow. “Are you riding, or running?” The original plan had called for rather more secrecy than this… but maybe the chaos that the furiously fighting Epona was raising would work to their advantage. In response, Link shifted back to a wolf and disappeared into the underbrush. His shorter body could move a little faster, and he was able to arrive several moments before Svartur and Zelda did. He leapt into a ring of torchlight, tearing out the throat of the soldier and bounding back into the darkness before anyone could get a bead on him.
Epona knew he was there, though, scent and sound, and her whinny of delight was wonderful to his ears. Link, I thought you were dead! I woke up and there was nothing but blood and debris, and these men came and killed my Ilia and they’ve been trying to break me ever since, but I never gave in! Never! Her last statement was punctuated by the squelching sound of one of her hooves caving in a soldier’s head. All at once, one of Zelda’s arrows sprouted from a soldier in front of Link and Svartur literally burst through the fence with a piercing whinny and splintering wood as he bashed the rails to bits.
Oooh, Link, where’d you find HIM? Epona whickered, curvetting slightly before whirling on her hindquarters and sending another soldier to the ground. He’s lovely!
Link whuffed a laugh and darted around under her to take out someone levelling a crossbow at his princess. Later, girl. We have to avenge our home first. Where’s the man who leads them?
In the store, Epona replied with a snort as she snapped at a soldier who grabbed a fistful of her mane. She spit out fingers. He hurt in sympathy looking at her; her coat was dull and matted with sweat and blood, and she was clearly worn and ill-used. Her spirit was up though, and that meant she’d be a force to be reckoned with even on her last legs. Get on, let’s go. Link shifted to human and leapt for her back, one hand entwining in her mane and his legs clamping around her middle. She wore no tack or saddle, apparently no one had gotten close enough to do so, but he knew her well enough that it was only a minor inconvenience. “Zelda, he’s at the store… the building in the center by the stream!”
Zelda didn’t bother to reply, just wheeled Svartur around and directed him towards the center of the town. Epona didn’t even need that much direction, already pelting down towards the stream. A half-dozen Zoras were already there, battling the invaders, leaving them a clear run into the store. Svartur turned and kicked the door down, then turned to stand guard with Epona, as they were both too large to be much use inside. They’d discussed burning it down… but with eight soldiers and two horses on their side, they’d have no way to keep it lit without being slaughtered by enemy reinforcements. Whereas if they were inside the building WITH the enemy commander, nobody would be burning the building down on them.
Link slid from her back with a gentle pat to her neck, and she whickered a response to him that he didn’t need to be in wolf form to understand. Gently, he grabbed Zelda’s arm, stopping her from going in first. It was a good thing he had, too, since he brought his shield up to deflect a thrown axe just as he ducked inside through the ruined door. There was a sudden whispering breeze just under his arm, and he belatedly realized Zelda had knelt down to shoot an arrow at the axe thrower before he could release another missile. The interior was dark, but that was no burden to their enhanced eyes, and Link’s heart sank to see just how many soldiers were on the main floor of the building.
“This is going to take a while,” Zelda said wryly, putting up her bow while still behind the cover of his shield and drawing her rapier. His own sword answered hers with a metallic ring as he drew it from its sheath. Well… they’d just have to get started, then. And be very lucky.
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