A/N: Ok thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I noticed some misspelling
so hopefully ill catch that better. Most of this is pre wedding (and
wedding of course), hopefully I am not glossing to quickly over events but
I wanted to do a further little background.
Standard disclaimer applies; I don't own Labyrinth and if there are any similarities between this and any other story I am truly sorry, because writing can be influenced in many ways.
*********************************** Sarah looked at her reflection in the mirror. It seemed the last 14 days had gone by a little too quickly. Between instructions on etiquette, history lessons, and gown fittings Sarah only managed to spare a little time for reunions with her friends.
She first met with Hoggle who seemed concerned that she was being forced into this, and Sarah tried to give him all her assurance that this was her choice. Ludo just wanted to hug her. Sir Didimus was consistently Prattling about the appropriate way to do this or that.
Everything was going through Sarah's mind as she considered the events since her return to the Labyrinth.
"You look beautiful my lady, a true Queen." Amber stated admiringly. Pulling Sarah away from her thoughts.
Amber was one of her grandfathers servants and had helped Sarah with fittings. But there was something Amber had stated that made Sarah incredibly nervous. She was not sure she would be a good queen. The whole thought of it made her heart beat faster.
Sarah had to admit that her dress was most stunningly beautiful dresses she had ever seen. The bodice of the dress was white velvet embroidered in silver thread and pearls. It was waisted high as to look like a dress from the renaissance. The bottom portion of the dress was pure silk with a layer of fine lace over it. Her sleeves were form fitting to the elbow and then flowed into a bell shape.
However deep down inside she only felt like a girl playing dress up she started pacing the room when a knock was heard.
"Sarah, are you ready my dear." Marcus called.
"Yes, almost. Amber can you please help me with my veil." Amber skillfully placed the veil over her. Sarah opened the door to greet her grandfather.
Her grandfather looked incredibly handsome. Sarah had forgotten that in the fae world people did not age, and her grandfather looked no more then 25 but was actually much older.
"You look just like your grandmother" Marcus smiled proudly.
"I'm nervous," she admitted.
"Ahhh yes, well I was when I was married as well. I wondered if I was making a mistake, if I would make a good husband, but then when your grandmother walked down the isle towards me everything became better and I knew as long as she was along side me everything else didn't matter."
"What happened to her," Sarah had never even known of her grandmother.
"She died giving birth to your mother. Many said I should move on and remarry, but I choose not to, maybe someday ill meet someone again." He sighed.
"I hope you do, you deserve happiness as you have been so kind to me. But please explain I thought fae were immortal."
Marcus chuckled, "Sorry dear not entirely, true there are very few things that cause our death but we are not entirely immortal. We could be killed in a war, or be poisoned with a special poison. Your grandmother became very ill when she was with child, all of her magic was used to sustain the baby she used none on herself. So during childbirth she had nothing left. She was to weak to carry on."
"So this could happen to me?"
"Yes it could, but your also partially mortal, so other things can harm you as well. I am sure Jareth has considered that and will probably have a potion made to turn you entirely fae."
"He can do that." Sarah was beginning to learn anything was possible in this world.
"Yes my dear, he can." He chuckled. "Ready then."
Sarah took a deep breath and nodded her head. Marcus opened the door and took her arm as he walked her towards her future.
The Wedding:
Sarah felt her breath shorten; everyone was staring and murmuring about her. Sarah tried to focus on Jareth. Her eyes met his; he smiled in a way that let her know that it was going to be ok. He was wearing form fitting white pants and knee high leather boots. He was wearing a white poet shirt and a royal blue velvet waistcoat. For once he was not wearing gloves.
Sarah swallowed hard as she drew near.
Directly in front of her was another fae, he was dressed mostly in white, with dark hair. "Marcus Count of Winds, do you freely give this woman to be wed to his highness Jareth king of goblins"
"I do" Marcus said proudly. He released her hand and placed it in Jareth's. Sarah felt the smooth warmth of his hand for the first time.
"Sarah, do you desire to be wed to his highness Jareth."
"I do," she said as she looked into his eyes.
"Then repeat after me. I Sarah take Jareth to be my husband, to cherish, love, respect, honor, in all times both good and bad, in friendship and in trust as long as the love shall last." The elder fae looked to Sarah.
Sarah repeated the words, trying to remember them all and flushed with relief when she spoke them.
"Your royal highness Jareth King of Goblins, do you desire to be married to Sarah, the granddaughter to Marcus the Count of Winds?"
"I do" Jareth stated. He said the same words Sarah spoke a moment ago. His own mind only thinking of one thing and that was wondering how lucky he was to have Sarah as his wife.
"I pronounce you husband and wife, your highness may now kiss the bride." The elder fae smiled, he had waited many long years to see Jareth married and to see him truly happy about the arrangement was quite a shock. He thought how his brother would have loved this moment.
Jareth carefully lifted the veil and laid it back against the other. He cupped her face and pulled her towards him. Jareth kissed her softly at first, gently opening her mouth. Sarah responded gently placing her tongue against his.
The applause from the crowd brought both to reality, and the gently separated for the moment.
"Sarah I would like to introduce you to my Uncle Jaden, he motioned to the elder fae who had just married them."
"Pleased to meet you." She said kindly, and curtseyed.
Jaden took Sarah's hand and kissed it quickly. "The pleasure is mine."
The evening seemed a blur to Sarah. When she was dancing with Jareth she could think of nothing else. When she danced with others she could only think of dancing with Jareth again. The evening dwindled on and soon it was only the two of them dancing together oblivious to time and place.
Jareth felt a tap on his shoulder. "Take care of her Jareth" Marcus said. Then kissed the cheek of his grand daughter.
"I will sir."
"Good night Sarah" Marcus bowed before the couple.
Sarah watched her grand father walk slowly away. She realized that everyone had left. "Jareth, do you think we should allow them to go as well." She asked motioning to the band.
"Yes of course," he kissed her cheek. Good sirs thank your for the entertainment, you are excused."
Jareth smiled at Sarah. "I have a gift for you."
Sarah smiled "What is it."
Jareth laughed "Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you." He took Sarah's hand in his and led her out of the ballroom.
Sarah's heartbeat quickened, she knew where they were going and Sarah became a bundle of nerves and doubt.
Jareth sensed her nervousness he smiled at the thought of it. He opened the door to the bedroom that would become theirs. On the bed there was a small box.
"Go on open it." He smiled, and then closed the door to their chambers.
Sarah sat down on the bed and was relieved it was quite comfortable. She carefully unknotted the ribbon that held the box. She nervously opened the box. Inside the box was a pendent, a half moon crescent that looked just like Jareth's.
"It is a symbol of my family Sarah." He spoke softly and sat next to her on the bed.
"It's amazing, thank you"
"Here let me put it on you." Jareth said softly.
Sarah felt his hands against her neck as he fastened the necklace to her. Then he pulled the pins that held her hair in place. His fingers caressed the strands, and shifted them to the left side of her shoulder.
His hand carefully stoked her neck. "There is another thing I want to give you as well but it would be your decision."
Sarah was lost in his touch. "My decision" she asked questioningly.
"Yes you see Sarah you are half mortal and half fae." Jareth began.
"Yes my grandfather told me there was a potion that would turn me fae."
"Oh so he told you did he," Jareth chuckled. "Well you need to know it is very painful, fortunately the pain only last 8 hours. But it will leave you unable to do anything else for that time period. Plus you will inherit a magical gift, what yours will be I am not sure."
"Jareth, I love you" she sighed. "If this potion will lengthen my time with you then ill take it."
Jareth sighed and smiled he did not want to loose Sarah and was glad she agreed to take the potion. He had his arms wrapped around her and he sat behind her. "Ill have the potion brought in tomorrow. Its ready to drink now but there is only one slight problem. I rather have your complete attention."
Sarah smiled she leaned into him. "Tomorrow it is. You now have my complete attention."
Jareth chuckled. He gently kissed her neck as his hands started to loosen the laces of her dress. His hand traced up her bareback and caressed her shoulders. He gently removed the top portion of the dress. Sarah shivered as his hands traced across her skin.
Sarah felt his movement then he pressed against her again, she felt his skin against hers. She turned towards him her eyes wide. He simply smiled brought her close to him and kissed her.
He pushed her down, carefully removing the remainder of her dress. He then removed his pants and let them slide off the bed.
Within a few moments their bodies were one and Sarah and Jareth were only aware of each other.
********************* a/n Ok sorry got a little carried there, hopefully not beyond the PG 13.
More to come
Standard disclaimer applies; I don't own Labyrinth and if there are any similarities between this and any other story I am truly sorry, because writing can be influenced in many ways.
*********************************** Sarah looked at her reflection in the mirror. It seemed the last 14 days had gone by a little too quickly. Between instructions on etiquette, history lessons, and gown fittings Sarah only managed to spare a little time for reunions with her friends.
She first met with Hoggle who seemed concerned that she was being forced into this, and Sarah tried to give him all her assurance that this was her choice. Ludo just wanted to hug her. Sir Didimus was consistently Prattling about the appropriate way to do this or that.
Everything was going through Sarah's mind as she considered the events since her return to the Labyrinth.
"You look beautiful my lady, a true Queen." Amber stated admiringly. Pulling Sarah away from her thoughts.
Amber was one of her grandfathers servants and had helped Sarah with fittings. But there was something Amber had stated that made Sarah incredibly nervous. She was not sure she would be a good queen. The whole thought of it made her heart beat faster.
Sarah had to admit that her dress was most stunningly beautiful dresses she had ever seen. The bodice of the dress was white velvet embroidered in silver thread and pearls. It was waisted high as to look like a dress from the renaissance. The bottom portion of the dress was pure silk with a layer of fine lace over it. Her sleeves were form fitting to the elbow and then flowed into a bell shape.
However deep down inside she only felt like a girl playing dress up she started pacing the room when a knock was heard.
"Sarah, are you ready my dear." Marcus called.
"Yes, almost. Amber can you please help me with my veil." Amber skillfully placed the veil over her. Sarah opened the door to greet her grandfather.
Her grandfather looked incredibly handsome. Sarah had forgotten that in the fae world people did not age, and her grandfather looked no more then 25 but was actually much older.
"You look just like your grandmother" Marcus smiled proudly.
"I'm nervous," she admitted.
"Ahhh yes, well I was when I was married as well. I wondered if I was making a mistake, if I would make a good husband, but then when your grandmother walked down the isle towards me everything became better and I knew as long as she was along side me everything else didn't matter."
"What happened to her," Sarah had never even known of her grandmother.
"She died giving birth to your mother. Many said I should move on and remarry, but I choose not to, maybe someday ill meet someone again." He sighed.
"I hope you do, you deserve happiness as you have been so kind to me. But please explain I thought fae were immortal."
Marcus chuckled, "Sorry dear not entirely, true there are very few things that cause our death but we are not entirely immortal. We could be killed in a war, or be poisoned with a special poison. Your grandmother became very ill when she was with child, all of her magic was used to sustain the baby she used none on herself. So during childbirth she had nothing left. She was to weak to carry on."
"So this could happen to me?"
"Yes it could, but your also partially mortal, so other things can harm you as well. I am sure Jareth has considered that and will probably have a potion made to turn you entirely fae."
"He can do that." Sarah was beginning to learn anything was possible in this world.
"Yes my dear, he can." He chuckled. "Ready then."
Sarah took a deep breath and nodded her head. Marcus opened the door and took her arm as he walked her towards her future.
The Wedding:
Sarah felt her breath shorten; everyone was staring and murmuring about her. Sarah tried to focus on Jareth. Her eyes met his; he smiled in a way that let her know that it was going to be ok. He was wearing form fitting white pants and knee high leather boots. He was wearing a white poet shirt and a royal blue velvet waistcoat. For once he was not wearing gloves.
Sarah swallowed hard as she drew near.
Directly in front of her was another fae, he was dressed mostly in white, with dark hair. "Marcus Count of Winds, do you freely give this woman to be wed to his highness Jareth king of goblins"
"I do" Marcus said proudly. He released her hand and placed it in Jareth's. Sarah felt the smooth warmth of his hand for the first time.
"Sarah, do you desire to be wed to his highness Jareth."
"I do," she said as she looked into his eyes.
"Then repeat after me. I Sarah take Jareth to be my husband, to cherish, love, respect, honor, in all times both good and bad, in friendship and in trust as long as the love shall last." The elder fae looked to Sarah.
Sarah repeated the words, trying to remember them all and flushed with relief when she spoke them.
"Your royal highness Jareth King of Goblins, do you desire to be married to Sarah, the granddaughter to Marcus the Count of Winds?"
"I do" Jareth stated. He said the same words Sarah spoke a moment ago. His own mind only thinking of one thing and that was wondering how lucky he was to have Sarah as his wife.
"I pronounce you husband and wife, your highness may now kiss the bride." The elder fae smiled, he had waited many long years to see Jareth married and to see him truly happy about the arrangement was quite a shock. He thought how his brother would have loved this moment.
Jareth carefully lifted the veil and laid it back against the other. He cupped her face and pulled her towards him. Jareth kissed her softly at first, gently opening her mouth. Sarah responded gently placing her tongue against his.
The applause from the crowd brought both to reality, and the gently separated for the moment.
"Sarah I would like to introduce you to my Uncle Jaden, he motioned to the elder fae who had just married them."
"Pleased to meet you." She said kindly, and curtseyed.
Jaden took Sarah's hand and kissed it quickly. "The pleasure is mine."
The evening seemed a blur to Sarah. When she was dancing with Jareth she could think of nothing else. When she danced with others she could only think of dancing with Jareth again. The evening dwindled on and soon it was only the two of them dancing together oblivious to time and place.
Jareth felt a tap on his shoulder. "Take care of her Jareth" Marcus said. Then kissed the cheek of his grand daughter.
"I will sir."
"Good night Sarah" Marcus bowed before the couple.
Sarah watched her grand father walk slowly away. She realized that everyone had left. "Jareth, do you think we should allow them to go as well." She asked motioning to the band.
"Yes of course," he kissed her cheek. Good sirs thank your for the entertainment, you are excused."
Jareth smiled at Sarah. "I have a gift for you."
Sarah smiled "What is it."
Jareth laughed "Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you." He took Sarah's hand in his and led her out of the ballroom.
Sarah's heartbeat quickened, she knew where they were going and Sarah became a bundle of nerves and doubt.
Jareth sensed her nervousness he smiled at the thought of it. He opened the door to the bedroom that would become theirs. On the bed there was a small box.
"Go on open it." He smiled, and then closed the door to their chambers.
Sarah sat down on the bed and was relieved it was quite comfortable. She carefully unknotted the ribbon that held the box. She nervously opened the box. Inside the box was a pendent, a half moon crescent that looked just like Jareth's.
"It is a symbol of my family Sarah." He spoke softly and sat next to her on the bed.
"It's amazing, thank you"
"Here let me put it on you." Jareth said softly.
Sarah felt his hands against her neck as he fastened the necklace to her. Then he pulled the pins that held her hair in place. His fingers caressed the strands, and shifted them to the left side of her shoulder.
His hand carefully stoked her neck. "There is another thing I want to give you as well but it would be your decision."
Sarah was lost in his touch. "My decision" she asked questioningly.
"Yes you see Sarah you are half mortal and half fae." Jareth began.
"Yes my grandfather told me there was a potion that would turn me fae."
"Oh so he told you did he," Jareth chuckled. "Well you need to know it is very painful, fortunately the pain only last 8 hours. But it will leave you unable to do anything else for that time period. Plus you will inherit a magical gift, what yours will be I am not sure."
"Jareth, I love you" she sighed. "If this potion will lengthen my time with you then ill take it."
Jareth sighed and smiled he did not want to loose Sarah and was glad she agreed to take the potion. He had his arms wrapped around her and he sat behind her. "Ill have the potion brought in tomorrow. Its ready to drink now but there is only one slight problem. I rather have your complete attention."
Sarah smiled she leaned into him. "Tomorrow it is. You now have my complete attention."
Jareth chuckled. He gently kissed her neck as his hands started to loosen the laces of her dress. His hand traced up her bareback and caressed her shoulders. He gently removed the top portion of the dress. Sarah shivered as his hands traced across her skin.
Sarah felt his movement then he pressed against her again, she felt his skin against hers. She turned towards him her eyes wide. He simply smiled brought her close to him and kissed her.
He pushed her down, carefully removing the remainder of her dress. He then removed his pants and let them slide off the bed.
Within a few moments their bodies were one and Sarah and Jareth were only aware of each other.
********************* a/n Ok sorry got a little carried there, hopefully not beyond the PG 13.
More to come