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The Labyrinth's Queen

I Am Yours

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Jareth was still half asleep when he heard the soft sounds of his beloved. Believing himself to still be dreaming, he brushed aside the troublesome hand that attempted to awaken him. If the only place where he could be close to Sarah was in a dream, then he wanted to let it linger as long as possible. The hand became more urgent, shaking his shoulder and demanding that he wake up. Even through his sleep fogged brain, he couldn't afford to ignore what was happening in the Underground. What if it was an urgent message from his father?

Slowly opening his eyes, he expected to see the sight of his mother. Instead, he was greeted by his dark-haired, green-eyed Sarah. Her hair was down in waves and she was smiling at him. Now, he knew that he was dreaming. This was impossible. Closing his eyes, he willed the illusion of his Sarah to go away. He wouldn't be able to accomplish anything with her ghostly image in the room. Suddenly, a great pain attached itself to his arm. He sat up in bed and rubbed the sore spot.

"Serves you right," came a sweet voice he'd come to cherish. "Sleeping all day when the rest of us have to work."

It was then that he realized it wasn't a dream. His beloved was standing before him; had pinched him even. Trailing his eyes over her frame, he thought she looked like a Goddess. She was still wearing her white dress and was barefoot. A glint of silver around her ankle caught the light and sparkled. Turning his head, he saw his mother beaming with joy. It was obvious that she approved of the beautiful Mortal girl.

"Sarah?" he asked, still trying to convince himself that she was real. She nodded and it broke his paralysis.

"I'm –" she began. She was interrupted by Jareth's lips upon hers.

The kiss was passionate and almost painful as he released all of his pent-up emotions. She clung to his shirt and returned the kiss with everything she had within her. His hands lost themselves within her dark tresses. One hand cupped the back of her head, holding her to him. The other stroked a strand of her hair as his tongue stroked hers.

The sound of a throat clearing behind the couple forced them to part. They kept their arms tight around each other as if they would disappear should they break contact. Both of them turned their heads towards the sound to see Titania standing there with a broad grin upon her face. She'd been in the room, watching over her son, when the lovely brunette suddenly appeared. Remembering her from earlier, she knew that this was the Labyrinth Champion. Eurwyn had explained that this woman was responsible for rescuing her son from the Underworld. Titania believed she'd be forever in her debt. It was obvious that she belonged with Jareth.

"Thank you, Lady Sarah," Titania said, struggling to hold onto her composure.

"You're welcome, Your Majesty," Sarah replied. "Please, just call me Sarah."

"And I would love you to call me Titania," Titania requested.

"How?" Jareth asked, continuing to try to convince himself that she was truly there.

"Nerys," Sarah explained. "She gave up her life to give me mine."

"I don't believe it," Jareth denied. "Last I knew, she was conspiring with Bledig in my Kingdom. She tried to kill me. Hell, she didn't just try, she succeeded. I'd be dead if it weren't for you."

"I know, Jareth," Sarah replied. "However, I was there when she made a plea to Aed for my life. I don't think she meant for things to turn out the way they did."

"What's done is done," Jareth sighed, "and what's said is said."

"That's why we have to move on," Sarah implored. "We can't keep standing here drowning ourselves in "what ifs" and "if onlys." We still have Bledig to worry about and the Gods only know what he's been up to."

"He has Keely," Jareth replied. Her face paled at the news. "You are right. We need to concentrate on putting a stop to his plans and saving her. Now that you're here, I suppose I should welcome the return of my magic."

Jareth attempted to create a crystal in his palm. To his great disappointment and dismay, nothing appeared. He looked at Sarah, who had a shy smile upon her face. Shaking her head slowly, she began to blush furiously. Jareth became confused. For her part, Sarah was trying hard to decide how to tell him. Aed had gotten the last word with his last stipulation for Jareth's transformation. Sarah looked at Titania and sighed. How could she tell Jareth the whispered secret from Aed with his mother in the room? Taking a deep breath, she leaned over and quietly informed him of the last task that had to be completed before he received his magic.

"Well, that's certainly more interesting than I had anticipated," Jareth said, a sly smirk decorating his face.

Hoggle was, in his opinion, within his own private hell. Goblins surrounded him on all sides. After his first attempts to keep them in order, they quickly abandoned him and sunk into chaos. They refused to listen to him, preferring the dwindling supplies of ale than to pay him any mind. He should have expected this outcome. They didn't even listen to the Goblin King. How did he think he would have any better luck? Looking around the room, he rolled his eyes as another Goblin passed out in the corner. At first, Michl attempted to help him keep control over the mischievous creatures. Unfortunately, he soon grew frustrated and took on a completely new philosophy: if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. He could now be seen drinking a stream of ale directly from the cask.

After Hoggle had informed him of the task, Sir Didymus took it on in full force. He was honored to be given such an important assignment. The tiny terrier attempted to keep order by shouting at them. It only added to the already overwhelming noise within the cave. One of the Goblins made the mistake of coming too close. That creature received a hearty conk upon the head with the little knight's staff. Another Goblin lost control of his stomach and relieved himself of his last meal the noble stead's feet. Ambrosias covered his nose with a paw and made a sound of despair. Hoggle felt a kinship with the sheepdog.

Ludo was eyeing everything in pure wonderment. He wasn't quite sure what to make of his surroundings. The cave was really much too small for his huge body and the bodies of the Goblins. That's why several of them could be found crawling over the huge beast. His thick fur was comfortable and a few of them had fallen asleep on his lap. Hoggle felt bad for his friend, but not enough to try to get them to stop. He wished he were anywhere but this cave. Even the bog sounded better. For the most part, Hoggle was a solitary creature. He preferred jobs that kept him alone and in peace. That's why he spent so much of his time spraying fairies and tending the gardens. The thought of the gardens made him groan. He hadn't tended them in so long; they had probably dried up by now. It was just another reason he hated Bledig and couldn't wait for Jareth to return to the Throne.

One of the Goblins began to sing and the rest quickly joined him. Hoggle held his pounding head in his hands. He couldn't take much more of this pandemonium.

Eurwyn looked at the list of Allies which Jareth had given him. Nodding to himself, he agreed with everyone on the list. He thought it would be best to gather the most agreeable first so that they could start preparing. It might take longer to convince some of them to join with Jareth. A few of them had strong feelings about Mortals. While most Fae liked them, some had developed prejudicial feelings against them. Those few had made their opinions quite known when Sarah solved the Labyrinth. They had felt that Jareth had a bit of a weakness for Mortals, especially with Mortal women. Hell, they thought the same about him. With Oberon's wandering eye and proclivity for dabbling with females in the Mortal realm, he couldn't blame them.

Creating a crystal, he used it to transport himself to the Elf Kingdom. The announcer proclaimed his arrival to the King. Looking around, he smiled at his surroundings. Not a chicken or piece of mechanical equipment anywhere. Sometimes being a King of a creature like a Gremlin could be a little depressing. They weren't the tidiest beings. The announcer came back into the hall to let Eurwyn know that the King was available to give him an audience. Stepping into the Throne Room, he bowed his head to the King.

"Eurwyn!" the King exclaimed. "I haven't seen you in ages. I was very sorry to hear about your brother. How are you?"

"Hello Adair," Eurwyn replied. "Thank you for the kind sentiments. His passing is the very thing I came to speak to you about. Do you have somewhere private where we can talk?"

"Certainly," Adair said, his voice taking on a serious tone.

Stepping from the Throne, he led the Gremlin King to a private study. After making sure the door was securely shut, he turned to Eurwyn and pointed to an empty chair. Eurwyn took a seat and waited for Adair to take his. Once they were both seated, Adair motioned for Eurwyn to begin.

"I'm not going to mince words, Adair," Eurwyn stated. "My brother's death was no accident."

"You mean, you think he was murdered?" Adair asked, his face registering the concern in his voice.

"I know he was murdered," Eurwyn replied.

"How?" Adair demanded.

"He told me," Eurwyn explained. A look of disbelief fell over the Elf King's face. Before Adair could interrupt, Eurwyn continued. "It's a long story. If you have time, I'll tell you everything. Please know that what I'm about to tell you cannot leave this room."

"Please continue," Adair replied, intrigued.

"Do you remember the Mortal girl who claimed victory over the Labyrinth?" Eurwyn asked.

"Certainly," Adair stated with a smile. "She came to my son's engagement ball. Beautiful creature and very charming. Good dancer, too."

"That would be Sarah," Eurwyn confirmed.

Eurwyn went on to tell him the story of how Sarah traded herself for Jareth. Adair listened, becoming increasingly more concerned. Out of all his fellow Royalty, he always had a soft spot in his heart for the Goblin King. His job was hard and he was often misunderstood. Of course, his own arrogant attitude didn't help much. When he heard about the capture of the ancient magic, he became even more alarmed. He probably would have given his help for Jareth alone, but the danger to the Underground made his assistance imperative.

"You can count on the aid of this Kingdom," promised Adair. "I will alert my generals. We will ready our forces."

"My deepest thanks to you," replied Eurwyn, standing to leave. "I will keep in contact to give you a timetable."

"Keep safe and may the Gods be with us all," Adair said, standing. He held out his hand and shook the hand of the younger King. Eurwyn left to go to his next stop. Adair, true to his word, immediately went to his generals to begin preparations for battle. While he gave his instructions, Eurwyn continued his search for allies in the Underground.

"What's interesting?" Sulwyn asked, from the corner of the room. In all the excitement, they had simply overlooked him.

"It seems that there is a little unfinished business that needs to be completed before I will see the return of my magic," Jareth explained, smiling at his best friend.

"Oh?" Titania asked, perplexed.

"Aed decided that, since I rejected his offer of goddess to return to Jareth, I will have to prove that I truly love him," Sarah described.

"What did he whisper to you before he sent you back?" Sulwyn asked, becoming more curious at the smirk on his friend's face and the blush decorating Sarah's cheeks.

"Apparently, we have to get married," Jareth replied.

"That's all?" Titania asked.

"No," Sarah sighed. Jareth saw how uncomfortable this conversation was for his beloved. He caressed her face and smiled sweetly at her. She could do nothing but return the smile.

"He's waiting for the wedding night," Jareth clarified.

"What?" Sulwyn asked. Sudden understanding dawned on him. "Oh!"

Titania giggled into her hands, covering it with a cough. Jareth rolled his eyes at his best friend and held Sarah closer to him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck. This was not the way Jareth had envisioned the beginning of his life with Sarah. Of course, Sarah becoming his wife was a gift from the Gods. He had offered her her dreams once. This felt like someone had offered him his own dream crystal. Still, he hated to force the woman that he loved into marriage. It wasn't fair to her. He didn't want her to regret their marriage later.

"Could you give us a moment?" Jareth asked.

"Certainly," Titania replied. Before she could leave, Jareth stood from the bed and whispered in her ear. A bright smile appeared on his mother's face. She nodded and turned away from the woman on the bed. With a flick of her wrist, a small box appeared in her hands. She discretely handed it to Jareth, who secured the object in the pocket of his pants.

"Please return in an hour," Jareth requested. Titania nodded and clasped hands with Sulwyn. Together, the two of them left to give the couple some much needed privacy.

"Let me look at you, my beautiful, precious thing," Jareth said, sitting next to her on the bed. The pretty blush that came to her face at the compliment filled him with an almost giddy feeling. He placed his hands on her warm cheeks and looked into her jade colored eyes.

"Oh, Jareth," Sarah sighed, losing herself in the mismatched eyes of her beloved king.

"My love; my Sarah," he replied, bringing her lips to meet his own.

Unlike their previous kiss, this one was sweet and full of love. Sarah's arms wrapped around Jareth's shoulders and held him tight to her. Jareth's fingers plunged into her silky locks, feeling them slide about next to the skin of his hands. His tongue tasted her lips. A sweetness, unlike anything he experienced, tripped over his tongue. She tasted of honey, vanilla, and sunshine. She shone brighter than any star he'd ever witnessed. His arms slipped from her head to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"I can hardly believe it," Sarah gasped, when Jareth finally broke his kiss.

"I still feel as if I am dreaming," Jareth replied breathlessly.

"No dream could have been so sweet," Sarah said, smiling. "The only way this would be more perfect would be if you had your magic and your throne."

"One of those is just within our grasp, Sarah darling," Jareth replied. "We can work on the other, together."

"I'm sorry, Jareth," Sarah apologized.

"Whatever for?" Jareth asked.

"Aed is forcing you to marry me in order to get your magic back," Sarah explained. "It's all my fault that your magic was taken away to begin with. I should have thought before I spoke. You taught me that in my parents' room when I was only fifteen and I forgot the lesson already."

"Sarah-mine, to be married to you would be the fulfillment of my most wonderful dreams," Jareth replied. "I take great joy in being 'forced' to join with you forever. What about you, precious? My magic is not worth the price should our marriage make you unhappy."

"I could never be unhappy if I was married to you," Sarah stated.

"Then, perhaps, we should do this properly," Jareth replied.

Jareth stepped off of the bed and stood in front of Sarah. Dropping down before her, he kneeled on the floor next to the bed. Out of his pocket, he pulled the box Titania had given him. Opening it, a brilliant diamond ring flashed in the light. Sarah gasped and her eyes began to well with tears.

"Sarah, my precious thing," Jareth began. "I have loved you since I first laid eyes upon you in the park. Without you, I am lost and lonely. I may not be able to live within you, but I can live forever with you beside me. Will you be my life and my love, forever? Marry me, Sarah, please."

"Of course I will!" Sarah cried.

Jareth placed the ring upon her finger and captured her lips in another kiss. Quickly, he pulled away and stood up. He grabbed her waist and picked her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he spun them around the room. They laughed together in the euphoria of the moment. Jareth felt as if he could move mountains now that he had his beloved. Together, they would vanquish Bledig and they would have their forever. The alternative just wasn't acceptable.

As Titania had promised, she and Sulwyn returned an hour later. The sound of laughter greeted them as she appeared in the small room. Jareth and Sarah were sitting on the bed, so engrossed in each other that they didn't notice they were no longer alone. Titania watched for a moment before a glint on Sarah's hand caught her eye. A smile rose on her face at its meaning. She nudged Sulwyn and pointed to the ring. He smiled brightly, though Titania could see it didn't quite reach his eyes. It was then that she realized how painful this must be for the man she had come to think of as another son.

"While I hate to interrupt, I know we have very little time," Titania said. The couple on the bed turned to her and smiled.

"Hello, mother," Jareth greeted. "Sarah and I have decided that we would like to get married as soon as possible. Would you be able to officiate?"

"I would love to, my children," Titania replied. "I know of the perfect place. Are you ready?"

"As ready as we're going to be," Jareth stated. He looked to Sarah, who nodded her agreement.

"Everyone gather round," Titania instructed.

The group did as Titania commanded. In an instant, they had disappeared from the dorm room and reappeared in a forest clearing. A memory came to Sarah of dancing and music. It was the same clearing where she had met the High King and Queen of the Underground. Imbolc seemed like years ago. It was also the night when she met Sulwyn. She snuck a glance at the man and realized the hurt he must be experiencing at this moment. Whispering into Jareth's ear and receiving a nod in return, she took Sulwyn's hand and guided him to the edge of the clearing.

"I'm sorry, Sulwyn," Sarah began. "In all our excitement, neither of us took a moment to realize how you must be feeling. You've been such a good friend. I wish for us to remain friends, forever. If that is too much to ask, please tell me. I'll respect whatever you decide."

"Sarah, dear, I love you," Sulwyn replied. "I would never wish unhappiness upon you in any form. I know you don't love me in the way I love you, but, I'd rather have your friendship than to live without you. Marry Jareth and be happy. You were meant for each other and I cannot stand in the way of the Fates."

"Sulwyn, I do love you," Sarah said, smiling. "You are my best friend. Thank you. You've given me a gift I could never hope to match."

Sarah reached up and kissed his cheek. Still holding his hand, she allowed him to lead her back to Jareth. The two men shook hands and then embraced. Titania watched the scene before her in silence. With a wave of her hand, she conjured a scribe's scroll and quill. She handed it to Sulwyn and turned to the couple before her. When they were ready, she indicated for the two of them to kneel before her on the soft grass of the clearing. Titania waved her hand and Jareth's garments were changed to match the ethereal attire of his beloved. Jareth reached his hand out and grasped Sarah's small hand.

Titania placed her hands on each of their heads. She said a quick prayer to the Gods and said her blessing over the pair in front of her. As she spoke, a beam of sunlight broke through the trees to highlight the couple. It was almost as if the Gods, themselves, were blessing their union. With a flick of her wrist, a silver bonding cord appeared in her hands. Jareth raised their joined hands and Titania tied the cord around their wrists. Titania said a blessing over their hands.

"Stand before me, my children," Titania commanded.

Jareth and Sarah worked together to stand and face each other. Looking into her eyes, Jareth could feel his very breath taken away. Titania created a crystal, which broke into a shower of glitter. In her hands, appeared a chalice containing red wine. She handed it to Jareth, who took it in his bound hand. With Sarah's held, he took a long drink. Jareth then helped her to finish the cup. Titania took the cup and it vanished from her hand. She indicted for Jareth to begin his vow to Sarah.

"From this day on, I choose you, my beloved Sarah, to be my wife," Jareth vowed. "To live with you and laugh with you; to stand by your side and sleep in your arms; to be joy to your heart and food for your soul; to bring out the best in you always and, for you, to be the most that I can. I promise to laugh with you in good times and to struggle with you in bad; to solace you when you are downhearted; to wipe your tears with my hands; to comfort you with my body; to mirror you with my soul; to share with you all my riches and honors; and to follow quickly after as you make your way to the Underworld so we may spend eternity together, in love."

"I, Sarah, choose you Jareth as my love for life," Sarah vowed in reply. "I promise you my deepest love, my fullest devotion, my tenderest care, through the pressures of the present and the uncertainties of the future. I promise to love you, to commit to you, and support you. I pledge to lend you strength for all of your dreams. You have shown me what love feels like and for that I thank you. You are everything I need and at this moment I know that all of my dreams have come true. From this day forward, you shall not walk alone. My heart will be your shelter and my arms will be your home. As I have given you my hand to hold, I give you my life to keep."

Titania wept as she continued with the ceremony. "As your vows have been exchanged, you must now seal them with a kiss."

Jareth bent his head over his beloved and touched his lips to hers. Through this kiss, Jareth tried to convey his complete and total love for her. Sulwyn looked away after a moment and Titania took the time to dab at her leaking eyes. With a sigh, he pulled away and the couple faced the High Queen once again. Titania waved her hand over the bonding cord and it disappeared, sealing them together. Transporting the group back to the dorm room, Titania gave her congratulations.

Sulwyn hugged both his friends and then left to attend to his broken heart. After embracing her son and his new wife, Titania said her goodbyes. The words they had spoken had truly touched her and made her realize how much she loved and needed Oberon. The High Queen transported back to her husband's arms and the two of them made confessions of love throughout the night. Together, they worked on readying their army for a fight to save the Underground.

Alone for the first time as a married couple, Jareth and Sarah sat on the bed together. His hands caressed the soft skin of her cheek before his lips darted to plant a chaste kiss upon it. Sliding his lips to her ear, he whispered words of love before planting another kiss on her lobe. Her eyes closed at the sensation. His whisper kisses continued down the curve of her neck until his lips came to rest on her smooth shoulder. He reached up to capture her lips with his once again as he slid the straps of her gown down her slender arms.

Sarah's fingers fumbled with his white, satin coat. Without breaking their kiss, she managed to slip it from his shoulders, flinging it to the floor below. Jareth's hands flew to his cravat, untying it with ease and throwing it to join his coat. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Sarah slid her hands into the shoulders and let them glide his shirt away from his torso and down his arms. Jareth moved his hands from her hair to allow the shirt to fall away, brushing it to the floor. Sarah's hands explored the smooth skin of his chest. His gasp as she touched him fueled her to continue.

Jareth slid her gown down further until the glorious mounds of her breasts were revealed. Taking his attention away from her lips, he bowed before her to take her nipple within his mouth. She tasted sweet, velvety, and almost sinful. Sarah moaned as his tongue swirled around the tight bud. Her fingers lost themselves within the short strands of his Mortal hair. Jareth pushed his wife into the mattress as he continued to lavish his attentions on her skin. Sarah raised her hips from the bed as he slid her dress down her legs. Tossing it aside, he sat up to view his beloved. She looked every inch the goddess from head to toe. Jareth struggled to breathe at the sight of her.

Sarah's hands came to the waistband of his breeches, pulling at them, desperate to see the totality of her husband. Standing, he slipped the offending garment over his slim hips and down the sleek muscles of his thighs and calves. When he was relieved of his restrictive clothing, he joined his wife on the bed. Her legs were parted in invitation. Lying between them, Jareth bent down to kiss her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her once again. Sarah grasped his shoulders and held him to her.

Without warning, Jareth plunged himself into her. Her cry, as they joined, stilled him. He kissed away her tears, tasting the salty liquid. Looking into her eyes, he waited for her to give him an indication to continue. After the pain subsided, Sarah tilted her head to Jareth's and gave him a kiss of encouragement. He began to slowly move within her. It wasn't long before she felt a pressure building in her core. As he moved faster, she could feel herself moving towards a peak. Sarah cried out his name as she reached her climax. After another few thrusts, he came to his own release.

"I love you," Sarah said, struggling to catch her breath. Jareth rolled off of her and pulled her to his side. His arms wrapped her up and held her close to him.

"I love you, too," Jareth replied.

The couple closed their eyes and fell into an exhausted slumber. Two hours later, Sarah awoke to see her husband's hair had grown in his sleep. The markings around his eyes had also returned. With a smile, she woke him up to tell him the good news. Jareth could scarcely believe it. Creating a crystal, he bent down to kiss his new bride. She pulled away and raised her eyebrow at the crystal still in his hands.

"It's a crystal, nothing more, but, if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. Do you want it?" he asked. She giggled at his tease.

"I already have my dreams," Sarah replied, placing her hand over the crystal. "Now, all I want is you."

"I am yours," Jareth promised. The crystal disappeared in his palm. In its place, appeared a necklace with a crystal amulet. With no other words, he placed it around her neck.

"Forever?" Sarah asked, fingering the crystal around her neck.

"Not long at all," Jareth said.

Keely felt as if she had been torn apart. The rusty spikes of the chair had broken her skin all around her body. He hadn't given up, pressing her down into the chair with more pressure. Keely wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to resist. If he killed her, the ancient magic would be lost forever. If she gave in, he would become the most powerful man in the Underground. Either choice was unacceptable, but, perhaps, if she gave him the magic, she could find a way to contain it.

Opening her mouth, Keely was about to submit to his demands. Bledig watched her expectantly, the cat o'nine tales hanging in his hands. Suddenly, Keely felt a sensation she had thought she'd never feel. Her master had joined with her chosen queen. Jareth and Sarah were alive and together. She couldn't give in now; not with them so close. She could feel their bond as it grew stronger. It nearly overwhelmed her with its power.

"I'll never give in," Keely proclaimed.

Bledig roared, enraged by Keely's denial. He threw the cat o'nine tails to the side and waved his hand over the chair. The metal spikes became unbearably hot. Keely screamed in pain. Puck winced as he spied from the shadows. There was nothing he could do to help her. If he went in to her rescue, he would be no match for Bledig. All he could do was remain a silent witness to the horrors within the tiny torture chamber. When Bledig had finished, Keely had become deathly quiet. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of her chest, Puck would have thought she had succumbed to the Underworld's call. Bledig, realizing how far he had gone, gave her one last kick before sliding down the wall to sit and wait for her to regain consciousness.

I did not come up with Jareth and Sarah's wedding vows myself. I actually found this website where I adapted a couple of vows I found. www. myweddingvows personalized-wedding-vows