Chapter 5
LeAnn wandered around the castle, trying to avoid Jareth and trouble at the same time. She didn't want to be the cause of loss of the game for her aunt and uncle. And, in truth, that was what it was to Jareth. A huge game. LeAnn turned a corner and stepped into Jareth's study. Big mistake. A bucket of peaches fell on top of her head, and Jareth was waiting there, laughing. "A bit lacking in imagination for you, isn't this, Tights?" she asked. She attempted to use the Fae magic to clean herself off, but found the peach mess in her hair and covering her clothes was enchanted.
"Please either take the enchantment off the peaches or show me to a shower, Jareth," she sighed. Jareth did better, using his own magic to remove the mess. LeAnn immediatly cast her own spell, turning his hair bright orange and making his skin blue. "Jareth, you make such a handsome smurf," she said, giggling. "But you're much better looking as one," he responded, as he turned LeAnn's skin blue as well. LeAnn tackled Jareth and, conjuring some theater dirt with her thespian magic, rubbed it deeply Jareth's face.
When she was done, she removed the smurf spell, looked at Jareth, and fell back laughing. "Forget Goblin King, J. You should try being the Oompa-Loompa King!" It was true. Jareth did look like an Oompa-Loompa, as LeAnn had known he would after having watched her friend Landon rub in the dirt too well for Fiddler on the Roof. This was getting too good. But the glare in Jareth's eyes was dangerous. LeAnn took off running, His Royal Tightness chasing her.
The chase finally ended when King and listian realized how silly and childish they were acting. They both fell down laughing. "Truce?" LeAnn asked, holding her hand out to Jareth. "Truce," he agreed, taking it. "Well, cease fire until Uncle Luke and Aunt Mara get here to rescue me," LeAnn amended, a small smirk on her face. "Of course," Jareth replied. "Meanwhile, why don't you join me for dinner? Your aunt and uncle still have seven hours, and dinner is in one. We'll both have time to clean up." "Sounds good, J," LeAnn said, as they got up and Jareth showed her to a room she could clean and dress in.
After LeAnn finished her shower, she found her clothes were missing. They were a mess. Maybe they were being washed. She looked in the wardrobe, deciding to borrow one of the dresses in it. They were all tasteless. Low cut, sleeveless or strapless, and high slits. She used her thespian magic to turn the dark blue one into something with 3/4 sleeves, higher cut, and no slit. Atleast now she could face Jareth at dinner without blushing feriously.
