A/N: Need I mention that I only own the DVD?...... Also, I have made Ludo into a dog, though I must say he's rather big for a dog.....LOL.... Feel free to leave reviews, ideas, rants, jury duty requests, etc... I enjoy them, and nothing's better than a happy author!
3- Fantasy
Sarah was in a pale silver ball gown, her brown hair tumbling down her back as she mingled through the crowds, peering through the holes in her mask. In her dream, she was once again searching for him amidst the crowds of partygoers in masks. Everyone looked the same, goblins mixed seamlessly with dryads and faeries, all swaying silently to the gentle music that floated through the air. Giving up her quest once more, Sarah accepted the offer of a gentleman and began to dance with him as he led her onto the floor. His hazel eyes took Sarah in as he guided her across the floor, amidst the couples. The scene resembled a gothic version of Cinderella- a tattered, faded version of the glitz and gold that had fed generations of children. Sarah was in the middle of it all- surrounded by nameless guests, although she caught sight of Hoggle weaving through the legs of the partygoers to get to Ludo and Sir Didymus to inform them of her arrival.
Moments later, she felt a tug at her gown, and looked down to see an eager Ludo trying to paw his way into her arms, while Sir Didymus was trying to calm down the big dog. She smiled at the fox, and picked up both him and Ludo and hugged the squirming creatures against her chest as she cried her happy hellos and various greetings. Setting them down again, Sarah crouched on the floor and leaned in to hear what her small friends were excitedly telling her.
'Sawah gone so long, Ludo worried', the dog said.
'I missed you guys too', Sarah replied, kissing Ludo again and scratching him affectionately behind his ears.
'His Goblinness has been in quite the state since you left', Sir Didymus informed her.
'I had to go, I couldn't have stayed then...' she said, giving the fox a sorrowful look...'I knew I would come back some time, I just needed to figure stuff out. Besides, mom and dad would've had a fit if they came home to an empty house. I needed to get Toby back.', Sarah explained.
Her friends nodded in understanding, made promises to visit her room later that evening, and disappeared through the crowd. Sarah stood up and was approached by a group of people, all asking her to dance. She felt the energy change around her as the group dispersed rather quickly, leaving the Goblin King in their wake.
'You look entrancing', Jareth commented as he looked Sarah over.
'You're not half bad yourself', Sarah countered, as she smiled.
Jareth just nodded and music swelled as he pulled Sarah into a waltz, careening out onto the floor. He summoned crystals to float around him, mirroring the two dancing figures in miniature and continuing the dance within their iridescent orbs as Sarah and Jareth turned round and round, the ceiling becoming their floor.
The haunting tune echoed in Sarah's head as she stared into Jareth's piercing blue eyes, unable to tear her gaze away from them. She wondered if this was Jareth's doing...
It wasn't. Jareth found he was doing the same thing- unable to break his trance from Sarah's brown eyes. The masks the two were wearing slowly started to slip from their faces, until they no longer existed. Jareth and Sarah were still unable to break the trance, so they continued spinning.
The scene shattered into a million fragments, and Sarah blinked as she stared up at Jareth. They were still sitting on Jareth's bed, though Jareth had magiked the chessboard away. She looked around the black room, caught the reflection of the candles on the black satin that draped everything, and then she looked at Jareth.
'What just happened? Did I space out?', Sarah asked.
Smiling at the unusual term, Jareth chuckled.
'No, my dear, I can assure you didn't 'space out' ', Jareth assured her, emphasizing her term.
Sarah smiled at this attempt, and then looked at him for an explanation.
'I merely sensed that you were thinking of your dream from last night before you called me, so I re-created it for you to watch, while you're conscious. It is a very interesting dream, to be sure. One that I had no hand in creating...however, I seem to be a key part.', Jareth smiled, pleased with his explanation.
He paused, and then in a seamless motion, lifted his hand to smooth back a few stray hairs that had chosen to fall in Sarah's face. Sarah's immediate reaction to this contact was to blush--though she did not quite know why.
Jareth noticed this, made a small noise and then ventured, 'My lady, are you not yet hungry?'
Blinking, Sarah was surprised to realize that she was, and nodded in silent assent as Jareth conjured a platter of fruit. Sarah looked over the platter thoughtfully, and then selecting a peach, held it to Jareth's lips, and after his initial surprise, he took a bite of the fruit she held. Sarah smiled, and took a bite herself, re-offering the peach to him again, and this continued until the peach was no more. Grapes, apples, plums, and strawberries were devoured in the same fashion, until the platter was empty and in its place floated a silver goblet of wine. Taking a deep drink, Jareth offered the rest to Sarah, who obliged this offer and then watched as the cup went the way of the platter.
