This story might confuse some people, but it's based off of a dream I had, so it all just makes sense to me. If something confuses you, don't hesitate to send me a message or other to ask for clarification. In this story, Ludo talks and appears human for where he is, and for the changed Jareth, picture somewhat of a Lucius Malfoy. At least, for the hair part. )
Enjoy!
-LP
I was sitting on my floor; Ludo was on my bed, flipping through a magazine. "Do you think he still thinks of me?"
He looked up. "Of course he does. But, it's been ten years, so who knows how much."
I sighed. He probably had another woman occupying him now. After all, it had been ten years since I was in the Underground, which is where I met Ludo, and Jareth. Ten long years since I had seen him last. Time dragged so slowly.
A few days later would find Ludo and I, with a few others, in the woods.
"This is ridiculous!"
"I have to find it, Ludo! I have to find the portal! I need to see him!"
We both stopped as we saw a figure above us, but it turned too quickly for us to see who, a cape swirling behind them.
My heart leapt.
"Jareth! Jareth, please, Jareth! Jareth!"
I ran up the hill, heart racing, only to discover no one on the other side.
There was a sudden pull as Ludo reached me, like gravity wanted us back where we were, not on top of the hill. Both Ludo and I fell, and tears swelled in my eyes. I needed to see him! My fingers clawed through the dirt, fighting it. Whatever it was.
Ludo yelled something, and I only yelled to him "I need to see him!"
The force was gone. So was Ludo. I was in the Underground.
Two large buildings were before me, guards at the doors. He was in one of those buildings. I knew he was. I ran up to the first one and knew it would be pointless to try to get in. I stood by the door, yelling, "Jareth! I know you're in there! Please, I need you!"
The door opened, and out walked a man followed by four guards. It was Jareth, no doubt, but he had changed. Instead of his lion-like do, his hair lay flat, falling down his back lifelessly, his hair line receding. He wore an armor of some sort. What had happened to him?
He walked right by me, as if he didn't recognize me, and walked onto the steps of the next building as I repeatedly cried his name.
A man near him looked at him.
"Jareth, there's someone here to see you."
He turned, and looked at me. He didn't recognize me.
"What is it?" His voice was cold.
"I... I need to talk to you…. I-in private..."
The men looked at Jareth, who nodded, then walked inside, turning a corner. I ran after him, around the corner, and ran straight into his chest, his arms wrapping around me. I held him back.
"I thought you'd never come back to me…" he whispered.
"I was terrified you didn't recognize me." was my reply.
He put his hands on my shoulders, looking at me. Studying me.
"I could never forget you."
Voices could be heard from the other room, and he grabbed my hand and led me into a dining hall, where he sat at the head of the table. I stood next to him, neither of us talking. He sipped his soup, then held the spoon against my lips, and I just shook my head. I wasn't hungry.
He threw his spoon down, pulled me close to him, he leaned his forehead against mine, our noses touching. His skin was extremely warm, almost uncomfortably so, but I didn't care. After ten long years, I had my Jareth again.