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Who: Link and Zelda
When: Week After Easter
Where: Their Farmhouse
What: Making wedding plans
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted


Zelda had a notebook full of ideas, a binder full of printed images, and a handful of brochures spread around the kitchen table. She was going through image by image, piece by piece, taking notes and using post-its to catalog everything. It was a mess. She had too many ideas, and couldn’t seem to narrow things down. She’d been at it all morning, and now she was starting to realize that she’d forgotten to eat breakfast.

Link came in from the fields looking like a farmer out of a piece of Americana. He had spent the morning tending to the artichokes. Now it was time to eat a meal, although it was somewhere between breakfast and lunch. Link ate according to what his body told him. He kissed Zelda on the top of her head as he passed through the kitchen, moving toward the refrigerator.

Zelda turned and gave him a smile. He didn’t hold her attention for long, though, and her eyes moved back to the bridesmaid dresses she was looking at. Of course, Zelda didn’t know if she was going to have any bridesmaids. She should probably figure that part out. The bridal party. Who was going to be her Maid of Honor? Or Link’s Best Man? It felt like they didn’t have too many people outside of one another that they wanted to have there at the wedding.

“Want a grilled cheese?” he asked, closing the door to the fridge. There was a wrapped bundle of American cheese slices in his hand. He wasn’t a gourmet by any means, but he could made a few things very well. Cheese sandwiches was one of them. Besides, Zelda looked kinda stressed. Some comfort food always helped him.

"Sure, thanks." Zelda was sure that living with Link was going to make her gain ten pounds. It would absolutely be worth it, though. She was going to order some home gym equipment for the spare bedroom because she was going to need it to fit in her wedding dress. "Have you chosen a best man?" She asked, finally turning from her notes to look at him.

Working on a dairy farm could be fattening. Unless you worked off the weight actually milking the cows. As far as her question went, though, it made Link's shoulders creep up. "Um... about that. I... I've realized I don't have many guy friends."

Zelda sighed. It was a sigh of relief. "I don't have any girl friends," she admitted. "I mean, there's Billy, and Kol, and my brother... and James and I get along, but." She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe we just... Go without a wedding party."

"That's possible?" asked Link, turning around. He had assumed all weddings were like what he saw in the movies.


“We can do whatever we want. It’s not traditional, but...” Zelda shrugged her shoulders. She wished that Navi was around. She could really use another female perspective on all of this. “Well, we’re not the most traditional couple, anyway.”

If Navi was around and they were going non-traditional, she could have easily served as the best man AND the maid of honor. And possibly the officiant. “What do you mean?”

“Well, our real world ceremony will just be… going through the motions, anyway.” She felt that the ceremony they were planning in their Dream World would be the real one. The one that meant the most to both of them. And no one from this world would be able to see it. “I don’t know many other people who get married in a dream.”

Link still hadn’t started on the grilled cheese sandwiches, yet. He finally turned away from the stove and sat down across from Zelda. “How are we going to do that, anyway?” he asked. “I guess… we just wait for our next shared dream?”

“That’s what I was thinking.” Zelda said, after watching him sit in the chair opposite hers. “I mean… we’ve had them before, right? So… we’re likely to have them again. I think.” She didn’t sound sure. Hopeful, but unsure.

Link nodded, looking thoughtful. Where would they go, once they were back in Termina, and would the falling moon pose a problem...? "There has to be someone who can marry us, right?" When he looked at her, he smiled. Marriage. He liked talking about it.

“I’m sure there is.” Zelda said, giving him a small smile. He was handsome. So very handsome. Every once in a while she was struck by how lucky she was to have someone like him in her life--not only that, but to have him as her savior and partner forever. She felt loved and blessed, and her cheeks blossomed into a beautiful pink color. “...we’ll find someone.”

When Zelda looked at him like that, it made his face go all red, too. It seemed he had a never-ending list of things to do, but she was a constant. In both worlds. He felt connected to reality in a new way because of her. He wasn’t just a cooped-up farmer anymore. He had a life outside, now. Everything seemed possible.

He leaned over the table to give her a kiss. “We’ll find someone.”

Zelda grinned at the kiss and his words, then leaned forward and stole another, more substantial one from his lips.

They would have kept kissing in Link didn’t think he was in great need of a shower. The dirt from the farm made him self conscious, since Zelda always seemed so clean and polished and Hollywood in his eyes. It was time to wash his hands and make those sandwiches.

“If we find someone, do you have any preference in what area it should be?” he asked. “There’s no Castle Town in Termina.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Zelda said after thinking about it for a moment. “...Honestly. It could be anyone, anywhere. Just so long as we’re there together.”

Link nodded. He had planning to do ahead of time. Not to mention the problem of the falling moon. They would be pressed for time when their next dream came along.