A/N: I decided to take my drabble/one-shot prompts on and make a little collection on here, so every chapter will be something different. :) Send me a Zelink couple and a one word prompt or a song if you want to request something. If I'm uncomfortable with the word or song choice I will ask you to pick a different one, no hard feelings. Please be kind about it. I won't write for rude people. I also DO NOT write lemons/limes/smut. Not my style, sorry. You will probably get fluff or feels/angst or maybe even adventure. You can specify which you want (don't have to) and I'll try my best. A couple of the feelsy ones are pretty rough, just a warning. I don't like to put exactly what they are at the beginning-unless it's blatantly obvious-because I feel like that ruins the surprise, so if you have a hard time reading sad things, please don't feel obligated to read. You can PM me too and I'll tell you which ones are rough if you are still interested in the fluff but wish to avoid the feels! Sorry for the long intro note. The other chapters won't be like this.

Zelink couple: OoT

Prompt: Green

~The Beauty of Hyrule~

"A little to the left," Zelda instructed, motioning for one of her servants to properly add the newest painting to her collection.

"Right here, Princess?"

"That is perfect. Thank you." She gave him a small smile as he wandered off to start ushering in the daily guests.

"Welcome! Welcome! The Princess just added a new piece this morning! She is taking questions today if any of you have any. Please give her space or the guards will ask you to leave," the servant announced.

Here we go, Zelda thought to herself, stretching the most genuine smile she could muster across her face, suppressing all evidence of her current mood, not that it changed much in the past few years.

The princess's art gallery was established after the Seven Year War had come to an end. Amidst the wreckage of her home, Zelda eventually came to accept that the castle would surely not be finished within the bounds of her lifetime. She spent the bulk of her days speaking with what was left of her high council. There was always much to be done, as the rebuilding of a kingdom was no easy task. But in the evenings, she found herself able to relax the most in private art sessions, stroking her feelings away at an empty canvas, tucked away in a rather secluded area of town where most of the nobles had once resided. It was humbling to live outside of the castle for once, yet she wished the remaining people of the town didn't insist on her area of residence, for surely they deserved just at much luxury as her after such a wretched war.

People swirled around her, unsure of how closely to approach. Most began to observe the art as it was their original intent, leaving Zelda to drift off in thought.

"I should not even be this kingdom's ruler anymore. I do not deserve it," Zelda said one evening to Impa, her most trusted adviser and caretaker.

"Why would you say such a thing?" Impa asked, incredulous.

The princess said nothing more, continuing to work on her newest painting.

"I am really fond of your idea to run this gallery," Impa said, changing the subject. "It seems to be a stress reliever for everyone. Your talent in the arts has not faltered since your childhood."

"Thank you, Impa. I am appreciative of your thoughts. The gallery was meant to serve as a calming distraction," she articulated. Her words were mechanical, lacking something substantial that Impa never really realized was there until the princess locked it away.

Impa opened her mouth but thought better about what she wanted to ask. Instead, it was replaced with, "Why do you never use the color green?"

"Princess Zelda, if I may, I have a question," a young, stuffy-looking man stepped towards the day-dreaming beauty.

Snapping back to reality, Zelda replied, "Yes. Yes, you may ask whatever is on your mind."

"Why do you never use the color green? In my years of traveling Hyrule, I have seen most of this gorgeous scenery you portray so accurately, but one detail is missing-green," he pondered, stroking a neatly trimmed beard, and turning back towards her art. He squinted as if to make sure he didn't miss something.

"I supposed I believe my art has all of the green it needs," Zelda stated, the slight smile receding with each passing moment.

"I assume you have not traveled as much as I, so maybe your history books ran out of green ink," he rambled, avoiding any further eye contact with the ruler.

She stayed silent, thinking better of mentioning her quite deliberate travels during the war. Select few people knew of her deepest secrets.

The man hobbled away, still intrigued by her autumn colors of the Lost Woods, and the brown, decaying grass of Hyrule Field.

Impa stood nearby, waiting for the morning's event to subside. Zelda would soon be swept away with her daily duties, giving the caretaker a few minutes to complete her quest. She knew very well the princess was merely ignoring the her presence, so she kept her distance. In her bag was the answer the man's question, to her own question: the Lens of Truth.

Finally, the crowd began to thin and Zelda bid them goodbye, stalking away. She nodded to Impa with a knowing look. Of course she knows what I am here for. She knows me too well, Impa thought, stepping out of the shadows. Once the princess was led away by her guards, the caretaker pulled out the magical object from her bag, ignoring curious looks from the crowd.

Zelda's art had always been beautiful yet outwardly lacking something. Not just the absence of green, but the same sort of spark that used to be found in her voice. She mostly painted scenery of Hyrule, but Impa sometimes wondered if the areas were supposed to betray scenes of Hyrule before… or during the war. Slowy, she raised the lens to her eye, and tried to comprehend the rush of emotions that came soon after.

Beautiful, vibrant colors of all pallets dyed the canvases with shades Impa was sure she had forgotten existed. The essence of every painting seemed to glow as if made from sunlight itself. Pink wild flowers bloomed in Hyrule Field. Gentle, orange smoke billowed from the top of Death Mountain. Impa swore she could hear the shimmering, blue waterfalls of Zora's Domain. And yet, every single painting held one thing in common. In the center, stood a lone figure garbed in green, doing various, adventurous activities, bringing beauty to everything he encountered: The Hero of Time.

The experience only lasted for a few moments before Impa tore herself away, charging for the nearest exit. She needed to be alone until the tears subsided.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know if you like drabble/one-shot collection idea! :)