1I do not own Lord of the Rings or the Labyrinth. This story is such a joy to write! I know I always say that. This chapter is going to be fun too. I am rather enjoying how Jareth's and Galadriel's power seem to work together so well! No hints this time though. Just on with the tale!

Chapter Eleven: Birth of Silme and Arelaurea

Jareth

It had been a few weeks now, since she first came here. The isle sang with her presence. The gardens budded with flowers I had never seen before! Silver and gold, gemlike amethyst, sapphires and topazes, these flowers were now living and singing about us. The occupants of my kingdom were delighted and bewildered. The newly formed hobbits, whom I found far more delightful that thier former selves, declared themselves care takers of the flowers, and there was not any point in the day that I wouldn't catch sight of one of them, tending one of the many now growing, watering and whisteling at their work. But the minute they caught sight of me they would vanish so fast you wonder if they had been there in the first place! I could see blooming of the land's natural flowers begin in the green bushes, that seemed to be alive and whispering to one another, and I would stoop now and then to listen.

Such a change we had worked in this place! And everyday, without fail, my fair Elda would come into the throne room in the late afternoon and take my hand and lead me out towards the trees. And there we would dance and sing and flit amongst branches an mingle our powers together in an effort to wake them. The last week had been different for she had set us both upon a mission. She wanted to bring forth not only the golden trees of Lothlorien, but silver as well, like those that use to grace this isle! The power that went into it was great and I did not know if we would be able to. Perhaps those trees have meerly met thier time, and I told her so. But she would not quit, and I loved simply being near her and falling under the spell of her voice, so out we went.

This late afternoon however was different. We danced as usual, then laughed in triumph when we heard the eaves of the older trees begin to whisper to one another. Galadriel looked over and winked at me. Then she went silent for a moment, and her face did not move. She was looking at the ground. Instantly I was at her side. "My lady, what is wrong?" I asked. She looked up at me with the brightest smile I had ever seen! "I have an idea, my fair fae!" she answered. With that she got on her knees, dirtying up her beautiful gown I noted in passing. She soon pulled me down but on accident I fell on her. I couldn't speak at the moment and I and my body were at agreement, we didn't want to move! My eyes were full of her and my feelings that I had questioned before were now blatently clear. I wanted her!

It was more than she being beautiful. More than the magick, we were simply matched in a way that neither of us would quite be able to escape. An impish grin stole over her and with a roll we broke the deadlock. "Not quite yet, Jareth, first there is something to be done." she said. At those words, I felt my heart stop entirely. I looked on her face and yes, she said exactly what she meant! She was pulling something out of one of the hidden pockets of her gown. A pair of silver and gold shears. I almost stopped her when I saw her grab a few strands of her glorious hair. "Oh no, my Silver King, you are next! Just watch!" she said her eyes lit. The feel of power in the area was growing around us. She was pulling from the ground and the air and I began to do the same. I was startled when she handed me the shears.

"Now, do as I have done. Cut a few strands with these shears. The cut has to be done up by the roots, and as you do so imagine your intent. Of growing trees." As I did so a vision of silver gleaming leaves with a beautiful choclate like bark came to me. I kept all my focus on it. I finished quickly, and beheld her placing her strands on the ground. "Now come here, mingle yours with mine." She said. I did so and watched as she burried them both in loose dirt. There were two silver bowls of water there that I had not seen before. They were fused with magick, I picked the one that called to me. "Now lift it high and mingle the magick with your intent and power, infuse the water with all you can." I did so and watched as she did. I had to keep myself in check, cause I had found in watching her I often lost track of myself.

Slowly, almost achingly so, we began to pour the contents on the buried strands, and together we sang a Song of Power. Intuitively we sang the same words, a miracle I didn't quite understand. We were melded together in the work before us. Our magick made it so. Silver and Gold wedded it seemed. As the contents finally emptied we both knelt further towards the ground. A feather kiss she gave it, I followed suit and then without even thinking twined my fingers with hers. Another song began that was hers, and I felt the ground begin to rumble. It startled me and she looked over reassuringly. She instructed me to look down and to my shock to beautious shoots, one of silver, the other of choclolate were shooting up from the ground at a rapid pace!

I helped her stand and we backed away. We both watched in awe as they continued to grow, soon slender young trees gleaming in the light of the sun, one with silver buds and the other gold. It did not take long before they both became mighty trees and they were so beautiful I wept at the very sight! Of great height they were, thier leaves were like a canopy, meeting in the middle silver and gold mingled together. My heart was filled with a joy I had never known. Once again without thinking, my arms were snaking around the waist of my partner, for that was what she was. Powerful, beautiful, full of light! I heard a laugh of such joy it melted me! I looked up to catch a face who's sorrows had been removed.

She looked down at me and I felt foolish all the sudden, looking at our position. She meerly laughed, and intwined her arms around mine. "Look upon our work, King Fae! This is the beginning! The start to many things! We will be able to say that our hearts were mingled along side the golden and silver trees!" It would be slow, I knew that. But I had her! My elda! "What shall we name them, I wish to call the silver Silme'." She nodded in approval. "The golden is Arelaurea.