A/N: WOAH! its been like so long since i've written in this story! (thats cuz i dont like it!) i was considering for a while putting it in the bible section of this site, but then i changed my mind. this story is REALLY weird. i hope u dont mind, and i also hope u dont mind that this chapter is really SHORT!

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The next morning, Malon strolled out to the butcher's store. She saw Link there, and waved. He grinned and walked over.

"Good day, Miss Malon," he said to her.

"Hello, Mr. Bench."

"How's the invalid?"

"Oh, Zelda is much better, it's very nice of you to ask." Laughing, Malon flipped back her red hair. "It appears that she did not twist her ankle, as we had all assumed-she just gave it a rather awful time in the shoes she was wearing. She just tries not to walk around on it too much, and it's all right."

"That's good to know," Link sighed.

"Yes, Mr. Berger is over there now," Malon said, glancing at Link to see if she could spot any twitch of jealousy. She saw nothing, though. "He's been there all morning, you know."

"No, I didn't," Link laughed. "But would you like some help with-"

"Ah, if it isn't our dear Miss Malon!" Mr. Bench cried joyously, coming out of no where. "Can I be helping you with anything?"

As Malon told his father what she needed, Link walked out the door and down the street. This was his time off, and he couldn't think of something to do. Normally, he might drop in on the Brookes family, mainly to see Zelda, but since Marth was there now he felt much too awkward about it.

'I have not a chance in the world against him,' Link thought to himself miserably. 'He has money, and I have absolutely nothing of any value.'

Link looked at the buildings and shops around him; he'd been in every one and wanted to go somewhere different. Actually, there was one building over there that he had never gone to before. It was a tall steeple, with large welcoming front doors.

It must've been the church for those Mormon people.

Curiousity moved him closer and closer to the chapel, until Link found himself pulling on the door handle. He stepped inside the magnificent building, and his mouth instantly dropped.

There were rows of benches, each with soft cushioning on them. Link ran his hand down the aisle, bumping each pue gently. Then he found a green book and opened it up. The book was filled with songs and then he realized that the cover read "Hymns." What else should he have expected?

Then Link saw a small, black manuscript that read "Book of Mormon" on the cover. His brow furrowed in confusion as he slowly picked it up. He did not recognize the title. Flipping through the pages, he noticed that it was set up very similarly to the Bible, and wondered exactly what it was.

"Hello, there."

Link insantly turned around, feeling guilty, as if he had been caught in a terrible crime. The book was still in his hands as a middle-aged man approached him with a grin on his face.

"I beg your pardon, but I don't believe I recognize your face," the man said.

"Oh, um, I don't...I don't..."

"You...don't come here, do you?" the man asked.

"No, sir."

"Ah, but I see you have one of our books."

"I found it on the bench, sir." Link opened it up to the first page, and noticed "Zelda Brookes" scribbled onto it. "Oh, this belongs to Zelda Brookes..."

"Friends of yours, the Brookeses?" the man asked eagerly.

"Yes."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should introduce myself," the man suddenly said. He held out a hand. "I'm Bishop Matthews. I lead the congregation here every Sunday, and the Brookeses are thinking of converting."

Link's eyebrows raised. "Oh yes, I think I remember them telling me that." He shook the Bishop's hand, saying, "My name is Link Bench."

"Bench...Bench...the butcher's boy, then?" Bishop Matthews asked.

"Erm-yes," Link answered, dropping his arm and letting it hang loosely by his side with embarrassment. "Well, I think I had better bring this back to Miss Zelda. Nice meeting you, Bishop."

"And you, as well," he said after Link. "And perhaps you can talk your friends into letting you borrow that book, eh?"

"Yes, I'll see about it," Link said distractedly. With that, he walked out of the church's doors and back down the road. He paused and thought of where to go. He should go to the Brookes's house, but he wondered if Marth still might be there.

But why should that bother him? It shouldn't. Book in hand, Link marched down the road. Suddenly he felt his fingers open the book back up, and his eyes looked downwards to read the first page:

"I, Nephi, having been born of goodly parents, therefore I was taught somewhat in all the learning of my father; and having seen many afflictions in the course of my days, nevertheless, having been highly favored of the Lord in all my days; yea, having had a great knowledge of the goodness and the mysteries of God, therefore I make a record of my proceedings in my days."

Link's eyes widened. That was a powerful verse, at least that's what it sounded like. What did it mean? Tearing his eyes from the book, Link narrowly missed walking right into the side of a building. A moment later, he was at the Brookes' front door.

Marth Berger was just walking out of it. The two of them stared at each other in slight disdain, then continued their seperate ways.

Zelda was standing in the doorway, a dazed look in her eyes. Link frowned upon noticing that she was smiling helplessly. Then she saw him, and shook out of her current stage.

"Hello, Mr. Bench," she welcomed him. "Won't you come in?"

"No thank you, I just came to give you this," Link said politely, handing the book to her. "You left it at the church, and I thought you might want it back."

Zelda limped forward and took it from him. "Oh, thank you! I've been looking high and low for it! I didn't realize I'd left it at the-" She stopped mid-sentence and stared at him. Then she grinned. "Mr. Bench, have you been going there yourself?"

"I'm afraid not," Link answered. "I went there because I had never before gone inside. While inspecting the place, I noticed the book and flipped through it a bit."

"Did you find it interesting?" Zelda asked, sincerely wanting to know what he thought. "I think it's amazing, but Malon doesn't really care for it all. I don't understand her logic really, though." Suddenly she was struck by an idea. "Would you like to borrow it? I'm sure you'd like it!"

Link was a bit taken aback by the sudden question. "Well actually, I WAS going to ask you if I could."

Smiling beautifully at him, Zelda said, "Please let me know what you think of it after you've read a bit. It would be wonderful to discuss the doctrine with you!"

"Thank you," Link said. "But right now, I believe I'd better be getting back to work. My father will be expecting me. Good day, Miss Brookes."

"Good day."

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Dear Diary,

You will NEVER believe what just happened! Marth Berger was here for a visit, and before he left, he kissed me! A very sweet one, right on the lips! I couldn't believe it, I just stood there in the doorway waving after him like an idiot.

Then I realized that Link was standing there, holding my Book of Mormon. I took it gratefully because I had lost it, then I let him borrow it. He seemed glad to have it, and I hope he'll like it. Father says we might convert soon! Anyway, I must stop now. Scarlett says the light is keeping her from sleeping. Night!

Yours truly, Zelda

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A/N: weeeeeeeell? i hope that wasnt TOO bad. isnt this weird? zelda becoming a mormon? i hope u dont think this is 2 messed up. plz review! i must know wat u thinK!