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Previous Chapters:Prologue - A Legend Is Born; Ch 1 - A Chance To Get It Right; Ch 2 - Between The Darkness And The Light; Ch 3 - Fumbling Toward Esctacy; Ch 4 - I'll Be There For You - Part 1

Tears Of A Goblin King



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Ch 4 - I'll Be There For You - Part II

We belong to the light
We belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words
We’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, we belong
We belong together

~We Belong ~ Pat Benatar ~

Moments later they materialized in the midst of the throne room of the Castle Beyond the Goblin City. Unlike when Sarah had dashed thought it to make her escape, it was not deserted, but full of beings. Chaos erupted the second it was apparent that Jareth had returned. Everyone tried to talk at once.

“This was a mistake,” Jareth leaned and whispered in Sarah’s ear. “I should have transported us directly to my chambers.” He grinned as she blushed, but quickly straightened and wiped all emotion from his face.

“Quiet!” His voice rang out cool, calm and not to be argued with. The crowd parted as he strode to his throne with Sarah in tow. No matter how much she wanted to make herself inconspicuous, at that moment, he wasn’t about to let go of her hand. “As you can see…” even Jareth’s voice ground to a halt when he looked around a room that he thought he’d known well, but in the amount of time it had taken him to destroy the Curse, everything had changed. He cleared his throat and started speaking again, “as you can see, the Curse has been broken.”

He took time to look over his subjects and take in the changes. Sunlight streamed in every window, where before there had been just enough to keep things growing. The stone walls of his castle sparkled white in the new light. No longer were they dark and damp and almost impossible to keep clean. Large flowers bloomed in profusion on the ancient plants at the long windows. Never in the history of the Goblin City had they ever bloomed. But the best change was the one in the Goblins. There was new purpose in their steps and intelligence shone from their eyes. Jareth only hoped that their magic would return as slowly as it had been taken away or he would have some difficult years ahead of him. When creatures possessed power, without the knowledge to handle it properly, damage could be done unknowingly.

“This is the Lady Sarah. She was instrumental in helping me find the power behind the ancient magic and she will be your Queen, very shortly.” Jareth nodded and smiled at the woman at his side.

“Sarah,” a familiar voice drawled from the back of the room.

“My Lady,” a little dog moved forward and bowed to his King and Queen-to-be

“He did it,” a dwarf whispered as he pushed his way through the crowd.

“There are three among you who were part of my quest to win Sarah and destroy the Curse.” He nodded at Sarah’s friends and held his hand out, beckoning to the ceremonial sword of the Goblin King that hung on the wall to his right. The sword and scabbard disappeared form the wall and reappeared in his hand. “Step forward, Ludo the Rock Conjurer; Hoggle, Keeper of the Labyrinth Gate; Sir Didymus, Knight of the Underground Realm and be honored.”

All three shuffled shyly to stand before their king, while Goblins, Fae, and Dwarves looked on. Not since the Great War with the northern territories, when King Cormac had been newly crowned, had a Goblin King honored folk of common blood.

“Kneel,” Jareth commanded. Moments later he drew his great sword and touched Ludo on first the right shoulder then the left. When he placed it on the beast’s bowed head he began to speak again. “I dub you Sir Ludo, Knight of the Moving Rocks.” He silently moved on to Hoggle and repeated the gesture, but when he touched the little dwarf’s head he spoke. “I dub you Sir Hoggle, of the Labyrinth.” When he turned to Didymus he stopped for a moment; the little dog was already a Knight. “Sir Didymus, my father knighted you for your bravery in battle against the northern usurpers over 500 years ago. He gave you the title of Knight of the Underground Realm, and to that I add the Order of the Windmill.” He smiled to himself and hoped the little Knight wouldn’t injure himself too badly jousting with the new structure that would be built beside the Bog. “Arise Sir Knights and be known to all for your bravery and loyalty to your King, the Labyrinth and the Underground.” With that he did the unheard of and bowed to the three standing before him, to the wild cheers of the crowd.

When he straightened, he the saw tears running down Sarah’s cheeks. His brows rose and he shook his head as he moved closer to her and gently wiped them away. “With a human wife I think I’ll need to get a larger sack for storing tears.”

“I love you,” she whispered as his bare fingers touched her face and rolled her tears into crystals.

“And I you, my love.” When he looked away from her deep green eyes, he saw his mother and Declan standing behind her.

“Very nicely done,” Livia smiled at her son. Her pride in his kingly demeanor radiated from her blue eyes.

“Thank you,” Jareth nodded and sent the Sword of the Goblin Kings back to the wall where it belonged. “Mother, I’d like to present to you Sarah Williams, my betrothed.” He grinned at Sarah’s confusion as she automatically reached out to shake hands, but thought better of it and did a hasty curtsey, using his long black cape, which was still draped over her shoulders, instead of a skirt. “Sarah, this is Livia, Dowager Queen of the Goblins, my mother.”

“Pleased to meet you, ma’am…I mean, your Highness.” The young woman blushed and discreetly elbowed Jareth in the side for catching her unawares.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Livia grinned. Her sharp eyes hadn’t missed a thing since the couple appeared in the room. It was obvious the children loved each other deeply, and it was just as obvious that Sarah was not about to let Jareth get away with his usual tricks.

“Your Highness,” Declan bowed formally to his friend and was introduced to Sarah, as well.

“I can see you’re bursting to greet your friends,” Jareth turned and whispered to Sarah. “I’ve some business of my own to attend to.” He nodded toward his mother and Declan. “I’ll be in my office. It’s through that door,” he pointed to the left of his throne. “Enjoy your reunion. They have missed you, almost as much as I did.”

“Thank you.” She stood on tip-toes and kissed his cheek. It made him grip her hand all the tighter. “I’ve missed them, too,” she whispered. “But not as much as I missed you.”

“Don’t be long.” His mismatched eyes danced with desire that made her tingle. He watched as she shook her head then turned to be caught in Ludo’s excited embrace.

A reckless night in a nameless town
And we moved out of sight, with a silent sound
A beach that wept with deserted waves
That’s where we slept, knowing we’d be safe

~If You Think You Know How To Love Me ~ Pat Benatar

As much as she enjoyed seeing her friends again, Sarah was anxious to get back to Jareth. All she wanted to do was touch him and assure herself that everything that had happened was real. When she entered his office, he and Declan were in deep discussion over what was to be done with the tears. It was Livia who noticed how Sarah’s shoulders drooped in exhaustion and suggested she took her to the King’s dressing room, where a hot bath had been drawn for her.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything to wear,” Sarah looked sadly as the maid carried her damp, mud-covered clothes away to be cleaned. She felt vulnerable and in awe in the presence of the beautiful woman who was Jareth’s mother.

“I’m sure I can find you something.” Livia had no qualms about opening her son’s wardrobe and rifling though his clothes. “This should do,” she placed one of Jareth’s shirts over the chair beside the huge bath Sarah was soaking in. “Don’t worry about the bath, it’ll empty itself as soon as it perceives you’re no longer in it. Your dinner should be here any moment now. I’ll wait for you in the sitting room.”

“Thank you, I’ll be out shortly.” The younger woman sighed. It was evident from whom Jareth had inherited his air of hauteur and general demeanor.

A few minutes later Sarah found Livia sitting on the couch in front of a large fire, in the sitting room of Jareth’s chambers. The table in front of her had been set with dinner for one.

“I was right.” The Dowager Queen of the Goblins smiled as the mortal walked towards her. “That shirt is big enough on you to fit like a short dress from the Aboveground.”

“It…ahhh…it’ll be just fine.” Sarah could feel herself blush. This was not a conversation she’d ever imagined having with the mother of the man she was about to sleep with, especially in said man’s bedchamber.

“Come here, it’s much warmer by the fire. Our nights are getting chilly as autumn approaches.” Livia patted the couch beside her. “Sit, eat, you must be starving.”

Sarah settled beside the older woman. No matter how hard she tried subtly tugging on the hem of Jareth’s shirt, she couldn’t get it to cover her knees while sitting.

“It is becoming on you, you know.” Livia smiled at the lovely dark-haired woman whom her son loved.

“Thank you…I…ahh….”

“I’ve embarrassed you?”

“I’m sorry, but you’re Jareth’s mother,” Sarah flushed a deeper shade of red as she looked at the Dowager Queen and shrugged.

“Ahhh, I see,” Livia grinned. The girl was as innocent as Jareth had believed. “You needn’t worry; I’ll be long gone before he gets here.”

“Ohhh,” Sarah couldn’t take it anymore, she hid her face in her hands.

“Oh dear,” she patted the younger woman’s shoulder. “You must remember that we’re Fae. Our pleasures are very much a part of who we are. I know it is different with humans. You have yet to exchange vows, but I’d be worried about the happiness of your marriage if you were insisting on separate bedrooms.” Livia sighed, not wanting to reveal too much, but knowing that Sarah needed some reassurance. “Did you know that my son is in awe of your innocence? It has eaten at him for nine years that he may have been inappropriate with you when you were here last.”

“He wasn’t. He was perfect for who I was then.” Sarah thought back to her time in the Underground as a 15 year-old girl. It had been her own doubts that had caused her to be so frightened by the charming, attractive King who had captivated her from the moment she saw him. “And I can’t image Jareth being in awe of anything – or anyone.” She shook her head trying to make sense of the conversation. “Why are you telling me all this?”

“For many reasons,” Livia settled more comfortably on the sofa and turned to look at the young woman who would shortly be her daughter-in-law. “I was a Goblin Queen for more years than I care to remember, so I should say it is because you helped save our Kingdom, but that would only be part of it. I saw what happened to my son when you defeated the Labyrinth and then went Aboveground. Part of him shattered like the Escher Room. It is what happens to us when our other half is taken away.” She saw the younger woman flinch at the mention of the damaged room. “I gather you saw the empty spaces and hanging rocks?”

Sarah could only nod in shock.

“Like the magic that kept the Escher Room from crumbling to dust, Jareth was able to stay strong, as well, though incomplete. If you had been truly out of his reach, the rocks in the room would have crumbled to nothing and so would he. You’re back now, and the Escher Room has reformed. It is the beautiful puzzle room it was meant to be. And my son is complete and truly happy for the first time in his life. I don’t need to worry that he will die long before his time of a broken heart as all the other Goblin Kings have done.”

“But I didn’t do anything special.” Suddenly Sarah remembered having a conversation very much like this one with her stepmother. She said simply, “He’s the man of my dreams.”

“If he hears that too often, I’m afraid he won’t be able to fit his crown on his head for State occasions.” Livia stood and straightened her skirts. “I can see you love him as much as he loves you. That is a precious thing in our world. Hold onto it tightly, for it will give you both great joy.” The Dowager Queen of the Goblins smiled sadly because she had known that joy for a few short years. Then death had taken it away from her and there had only been emptiness until Cormac had offered her his friendship, his hand in marriage, and a Kingdom to help rule. A few years later, he’d given her their son to love. “Now I shall take my leave, because as you pointed out, this is no place for a mother, at this time.”

An hour later Jareth quietly stole into his chambers. He’d bathed elsewhere so he wouldn’t wake Sarah. He slipped out of a robe he’d had brought him and crawled naked into bed next to the woman he’d loved for so long. No matter how much his spirit wanted to pull her beneath him and make love to her, he knew his body was too tired. Instead, he folded his long limbs around her shorter ones and fell asleep, content for the first time in nine years.
Make me feel again
Side across my skin again
Let me uncover you to rediscover you
And I will open up
If you promise to give in
On this perfect night
Let the two of us be one

~To Be With You ~ Hoobastank ~

Sarah was warm and she felt wonderful. She could smell the intoxicating scent of moonbeams and magic all around her and it made her moan. A long slim hand slipped beneath the material of the ivory silk shirt she was wearing and her flesh sprang to life. “Please don’t let this be another dream,” she murmured.

“But, my love, I said I’d give you your dreams.” A low, mellifluous voice whispered in her ear.

“Jareth, is that really you?” Sarah was afraid to open her eyes and find that she was in her bed at the farmhouse and about to dream again.

“In the flesh,” wicked laugher rippled through his words.

“Hhhmm,” she smiled and turned towards the warmth beside her. As her bare leg brushed against his and her hand come in contact with his naked chest she shivered. “You really are here and in the flesh.” She opened her eyes and it all came flooding back. “Did you get any sleep at all?”

“More than enough, it’s almost dawn. I came in about six hours ago and you were sleeping the sleep of the innocent.” He rolled her beneath him and felt her catch her breath. “Sarah, are you afraid of me like this?”

“No,” she gasped and took his face between her hands. She felt herself blush. “Just unsure of what to do next.”

“Follow my lead and I’ll take you where you want to go.” He slowly began to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. “You seem to have a fascination for wearing my clothes,” he teased to relax her. “Shirts and capes are one thing, but I draw the line at my breeches.” He punctuated each word with a kiss as the shirt separated, exposing more and more of her creamy skin.

“And here I thought you’ve wanted me in your breeches for years.” Sarah laughed.

“Oh, you are a quick study.” His hands parted the shirt and he lifted her so he could slide it off first one arm then the other.

Suddenly her laughter stopped and she looked up at him with huge green eyes. Her hands shyly reached out to explore his shoulders and chest. She was rewarded when he groaned.

“You like that?” She looked up at him under her eyelashes.

“Very much so,” Jareth’s voice was husky with need, but he was as determined to take it as slowly and carefully as he had before.

“Good, because I want to touch you everywhere.” Sarah remembered how it had felt when he had tasted her skin; she raised her head and ran her tongue around and around one of his nipples, as her fingers brushed across the other. She felt his instant response as his hardness pressed into her stomach.

“Easy, love,” he moaned and ducked his head to take her mouth with his. “Slowly.”

“I don’t want to!” She gasped and lightly nibbled on his lip while rocking her hips to get his attention.

“You are impatient.” He flung the covers to the foot of the bed and rolled to his side. One arm was around her shoulders keeping her pinned on her back against him and the other explored her body from thigh to breast and back again. “And so very beautiful.” He reached for her right nipple and gently tugged while his mouth covered her left one.

“Ohhh,” she gasped as lightening shot from where he was touching her straight to her groin.

“And so very responsive.” He looked up with burning eyes.

For the first time, Sarah saw him naked. The bright light of the setting moon shown in the window and played over his pale skin. “I want to touch you,” her voice was husky as she ran her hands over his well-muscled chest, flat stomach and finally grasped his shaft. “You feel incredible,” she whispered and gasped as it jumped in her hand. “Like velvet-covered steel.” She arched her back and rocked her hips as she ran her hand up and down its length. “I want you in me now! Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged. “I’ve had enough nights that end with only cold loneliness, and last time was even worse, because I had a taste of what we could create together, and then it was torn from us.” She moved frantically against him as her fear grew.

“Easy, my love,” he rolled her beneath him and quieted his own fears that he would move too fast for her. His only experience with virgins was with Sarah. “This will not end like other nights for you. And the ground will shake again, I promise you, but only we will feel it.” His hand crept lower until he could feel her warm wetness and satisfy himself that she was ready for him.

She moaned in pleasure as his fingers probed. Her hips surged upwards craving his touch. Fire burned in her depths, and her need for him intensified.

“Sarah, look at me, open your eyes. I want to see what you feel.” The time for slow was over. He gently spread her thighs so she could feel the weight of him against her.

“Ohhh,” she gasped, hardly able to breathe. She felt awed by his generosity as he let her feel the velvet weight of him resting between her legs. “Now, please,” she gritted her teeth to keep from screaming in need. Her hips rocked in tiny up and down movements, rubbing against him.

“Yes, now,” Jareth’s voice was rough with desire as he positioned himself at her opening. “There may be some discomfort at first,” he tried to warn her, but she was beyond rational thought and reared up, impaling herself with one deep thrust.

“I love you,” her words came out gruff and breathy as sensations of pleasure were fed by the slight pain she felt at being completely filled for the first time. “You would never hurt me.”

“Oh my love,” Jareth tenderly brushed her hair away from her face as he fought to hold himself still deep within her, when every fiber of his being was begging to thrust hard and deep to find his own completion. Then he lost the battle and his hips moved while his lips took her mouth and plundered. He felt her hands pressing on his bottom, urging him deeper with each thrust.

“Jareth,” she cried out over and over again, as the world exploded around her. The only solid thing in her wild world was the man above her. As she was floating to earth to the exotic tune of tiny inner contractions she felt him thrust deeper than before. He groaned her name and she watched in amazement as he caught his breath and locked deep inside of her; joy transformed his face.
Share each day with me,
Each night
Each morning..
Say you love me…
You know I do…
Love me –
That’s all I ask of you

~ All I Ask Of You – Phantom of the Opera (Sarah Brightman)

Hours later Sarah woke up with her naked body intertwined with Jareth’s. After they’d made love the first time, the night had seemed to stand still. They had caressed and touched each other over and over again. Jareth had guided Sarah to all the gentle places where passion lived. “Good morning,” she smiled sleepily, her voice heavy with pleasure.

“It’s no longer morning, my love,” he continued stroking her skin as he’d done so often in the times when they held each other between lovemaking. “I can’t seem to be able to stop touching you.”

“Hhhmm, that’s all right with me.” Sarah snuggled closer. “I feel the same way about you.”

“You’re not sore are you?” He raised his head and looked her in the eyes. “We did get rather carried away, a number of times.” He grinned when he thought about how eager Sarah had been to explore different ways of finding and creating pleasure.

“We did, didn’t we?” She blushed and her breath caught. “But I’m fine. In fact, I wouldn’t mind starting all over again.” She leaned over and kissed a spot on Jareth’s neck that she’d discovered was particularly sensitive.

“Or we could try something completely new.” He rolled her beneath him and gripped her wrists with one hand, holding them high above her head. Last night he’d been the considerate lover, this morning he wanted to try something different. “How does my Lady like this position?” He grinned and nibbled on an exposed nipple as he kept her pinned to the bed.

Sarah’s chin dropped open in surprise, and her eyes flared with desire, but before she could answer, someone knocked on the door.

“Damn! This had better be important!” Jareth growled as he jumped out of bed and grabbed his black silk robe from where it had landed on the floor some time during their exuberance the night before.

Sarah shivered with desire and pulled the covers up over her shoulders even though she knew no one would be able to see her from the hallway door to the King’s chambers. She heard voices, Jareth’s at first terse, and then he was laughing. She hoped that whoever had knocked was not now doing the sidestroke through the Bog of Eternal Stench.

Moments later Jareth rounded the corner to the sleeping area with a tray in his hands, a large flat box under one arm and a hand-blown corked bottle under the other. He was struck again by Sarah’s beauty as she sat up with the sheet pulled to her shoulders and her long dark hair trailing down her back. Her lips were slightly swollen as if they had been well-kissed and her green eyes were dark with passion. “It was Declan,” he shrugged and then laughed. “No one else would have the nerve.”

“I can imagine.” She let the sheet drop as he put the tray on the bed and took off his robe before sliding in beside her.

“I couldn’t very well send him head first into the Bog when I’d asked him to bring me this,” he indicated the flat box, “as soon as it was ready. Besides he thought you’d need some nourishment after last night.”

“He didn’t say that, did he?” Sarah gasped, suddenly embarrassed.

“No, he said I was the one who needed the nourishment. Here try this. It isn’t that vile brew you Abovegrounders favor in the morning, but give it a try. It’s made from kava leaves that are ground until they’re very fine than steam is run through them.”

“This is good,” Sarah sipped the strong morning brew. It tasted like espresso with a hint of chocolate. “What else have you got there?” She reached out and took a bite of toast liberally covered with honey.

“You mean besides breakfast?” He held out the bottle of wine that Declan had handed over with the tray. “This, my dear, is one of the last few remaining bottles of 1533 Zinfandel, Elvish Special Reserve.”

“You won your bet!”

“I did and Declan paid up like the honorable Fae that he is.” Jareth reached behind him and handed the large flat box to Sarah. “This is your engagement present, the reason I was so late last night and the only reason I answered the door just now.” His eyes moved over her body, making her blush.

“Jareth…” Sarah’s breath caught in her throat and she put her cup and toast back down on the tray. “There’s no need. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. You don’t have to give me gifts.”

“I want to give you gifts.” He caressed her face. “Open it.”

Sarah’s fingers shook as she opened the box and then she could hardly breathe at what she saw. Nestled in midnight-blue velvet was an intricate platinum chain that contained five diamonds. The center one was the largest. It was a fourteen-carat brilliant-emerald-cut blue-white stone with a center of sapphire mixed with yellow diamond. The smaller, two-carat emerald-cut stones were placed as baguettes, flanking the middle one. Two on each side. “Are these the tears?”

“Yes, and it is fitting that the woman who helped set their sorrow free should be the first to wear them.” Jareth reached for the chain and fastened it around her neck. It was a perfect fit. “The four smaller ones are from my father, my grandfather and my mother. Since their power was unleashed to help kill the Curse, it is impossible to tell them apart. But ours,” he caressed the large stone that had been created when theirs fused together. “Our joined tear, there is no mistaking it and it is the only one that contains any magic anymore. It’s your magic.”

“I don’t have magic.” Sarah shrugged, confused.

“You have the magic of love and passion. You locked it away in your soul all those years, waiting for me. When I fought the power of the Curse I could feel it and it added to my strength. It was what caused our tears to become one. Never doubt your magic, Sarah, because I am a slave to it.”

“I love you,” her eyes began to fill at his beautiful words. “And suddenly I’m not very hungry.” She pushed aside the tray.

Jareth put it on the floor and watched his Queen-to-be as her eyes overflowed and tears ran down her face. “I think this is going to be a full time job,” he sighed with laughter in his voice. But instead of wiping away her tears and turning them into crystals, he held her face gently in his hands and licked away the salty tears that ran down her cheeks. “Hhhmm, what’s this I taste?” He grinned as his tongue flicked at the corner of her mouth. He remembered watching her take a bite of the honey-covered toast that had accompanied their morning brew. “You taste very sweet today.”

With a flick of his wrist her necklace was back in its box on the nightstand and he had the tub of honey in his hand.

“You like the taste of honey?” Sarah rose to her knees, than slid them apart to rest her bottom on the bed facing Jareth. She innocently dipped her finger into the container he was holding and swirled it around. With an impish expression she looked at Jareth from under her eyelashes as she stuck her finger in her mouth and began to slowly suck on it. She sighed daintily as her finger slid out of her mouth and the tip of her small pink tongue trailed up and down from her palm to her nail.

“You, madam, are a tease.” He growled, fascinated by the small licking motions she was making.

“Who, me?” She smiled and reached for the honey jar again, but before her hand could come in contact with it, she found herself pushed gently backwards until she was flat on her back with her wrists once again held above her head. Jareth had planted his body between her spread thighs. Her knees were still bent and she was almost sitting on her feet, while he kept her pinned to the bed with one hand. His body pressed into hers and he watched her face carefully to be sure he wasn’t expanding her boundaries too fast.

“Yes, you.” He ground out. Her body was open and his for the taking. If her dark eyes were any indication, they were both going to enjoy every minute of it. It was what he needed to see before he continued their new game. “There is punishment for little humans who tease a Goblin King.”

“Do I get a chance to win my freedom?” She purred as she watched him with anticipation. A bit unsure of herself, but confident that his love for her would guide them both.

“Never,” his voice was husky in her ear as he reached behind him for the belt of his robe and carefully tied her wrists to the intricate scrollwork sculpted into the ancient headboard. As his hands caressed her body he kissed her and watched for any doubt that might cloud her eyes, but found only desire.

“Jareth,” she gasped and her hips bucked against him when he picked up the honey pot and dripped a trail of the sweet amber liquid down her chest, and around her navel. When he continued on down to between her spread thighs to sweeten all her hidden places, she thought she was going to lose her mind.

He leaned across her to return the jar to the nightstand and then traced her lips with honey-covered fingers. A flash of pink was his only warning as she took his fingers deep into her mouth. “Sarah,” he groaned at her innocently seductive gesture. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in the pleasure of sucking all the sweetness from his skin.

“My turn,” his voice was a rough whisper, when she set his fingers free. He took one glistening nipple into his mouth and began to gently nibble on it, her breathing grew ragged and she twined her fingers into the belt above where it loosely held her wrists captive. “Ohhh, please,” she mewed and arched her back pushing herself closer to him, needing his touch, needing him.

He stopped what he was doing and grinned at her. “Are you enjoying your punishment, Sarah?”

All she could do was nod and try to remember to breathe as she was rocked with sensations.

“Good, because you’re such a delicious creature, my love. And I do want to bring you joy.” He leaned over and his tongue began to follow the line of sweetness wherever it led.

“I love you,” she whimpered as her body caught fire. She was out of control, and she could feel her need growing, but he kept her too tightly in place to do anything but cry out his name over and over again. She reveled in his power over her as she exploded into a million pieces.

“And I you,” Jareth’s voice was ragged with need as he felt her hit by deep internal contractions that went on and on as his tongue explored her sweetened skin.

Finally he couldn’t take it any more and drove his shaft deep into her slick hot folds.

On the nightstand, in a midnight-blue box, a huge diamond with a sapphire center glowed as the couple a few feet away burned with a passion and love that had united them for all time.

Carry me away and heal my mind
Flow on, river of time
Carry me away and heal my mind
Flow on, river of time
Flow on
Carry me away and heal my mind

~ River Of Time ~ Naomi Judd ~

Outside the window, where the sun shown brightly on the first new day in the Labyrinth, everything looked clean and unsullied. Its inhabitants sang as they worked. Joy had returned when the Curse was broken and even more joy seemed to be emanating from the Castle Beyond the Goblin City.

Flowers bloomed on branches and vines that had never blossomed before. Birds trilled and called exultantly in eager response to something in the air. Light was everywhere, driving out the dark creatures that had skulked in the deep hidden places and terrorized any who lost their way.

Ludo wandered happily along the trails of the Labyrinth, followed by an army of stones. He was going to visit his friend Sir Didymus and watch as the King’s carpenters built a strange wooden structure beside a silver spring that had once been the Bog of Eternal Stench.

By the outer wall of the Labyrinth, Hoggle picked flowers and wasn’t bothered by faeries as they flitted about. He carefully clutched his bouquet and neatened his hair under his cap. With a spring in his step and thoughts of his newly acquired title of Knight of the Labyrinth, he was off to court Agnes, the Junklady. She had captured his heart nine years ago, but he’d been too shy to say or do anything about it. He decided that if Jareth could win the woman of his dreams, he could too.

At that moment the Labyrinth was truly happy for the first time in its existence. It could feel the love and passion that its King had finally found with the human woman who was wrapped sleeping in his arms.

And Sarah and Jareth lived and loved forever.


Jun. 4th, 2009 02:25 am (UTC)
I've been trying to find it in video stores, but it always seems to elude me because it was filmed so long ago! Maybe I can try my luck at amazon or something! It might bring more clarity to the story, but I still love it even without the knowledge the film might give me! ;)



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The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of...French Proverb

I have drempt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after. They've gone through me like wine through water and altered the colour of my mind ...E. Bronte

To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage...Lao Tzu

It takes chaos to give birth to a dancing star ..F. Nietzsche

How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true? But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face...Yeats

Let us go, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky...T. S. Eliot

In that book which is my memory, on the first page of the chapter, that is the day when I first met you, appears the words, "here begins a new life".
La Vita Nuova

Midnight courage of the heart...Jen Kirkwood

The three o-clock in the morning courage which Bonaparte thought was the rarest...Thoreau

Did you say it? I love you; I don't ever want to live without you; you changed my life. Did you say it?
Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it, but every now and then, look around, drink it in, 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow. - Meredith Grey

Shakespeare is easy, life is hard...Wheels

Don't try to be a great man, just be a man. Let history make up its own mind...Z.Cochron

I had a job to do and I was unafraid...Jack to John Creighton

For I dipt into the future, as far as the human eye could see. Saw the vision of the world, and the wonders that can be...RWW Hipwell

Without diviation from the norm, progress is impossible...F. Zappa

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea, In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, and sang to a small guitar...E Lear

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me;... Tennison

Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn... Keats

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