Sarah, with great emotion, told the story of her journey through the labyrinth,

while tucking her seventeen year old daughter into bed.
Unfortunately Silmarwen Elisa Cromwell had caught an illness from a class mate in her third period Science class; She attended school at Rivendell High.

Arwen, as her class mates in school called her, looked at her mother weakly as she laid her head upon her pillow, forcing a smile.
The mother and child had a routine; since both loved Fantasy,
whenever the other was sick, the two would sit down together on the leather couch in the living room, and tell fairy-tales.

But unfortunately Arwen was much too sick to stay out of bed;
she felt warm to the touch, and yet she kept insisting that she was freezing.
The two turned their attention towards the door as they heard the sound of footsteps approaching; Arwen threw the covers over her head quickly, trying to remain still as the footsteps drew ever closer.

She knew very well who it was, and started to giggle.
Sarah shook her head, smiling, as Alexander walked into the room, and over to their daughters bed; he started to tickle her mercilessly.
Sarah smiled, looking at her husband, whom she had been married to for eighteen years, as she heard their daughter's laughter from under the cover.
"Goblin king," Arwen giggled, "goblin king, wherever you may be. Stop my father from tickling me."

When Arwen started to cough, Alex pulled back his hands and uncovered her face, frowning, "Are you alright, kiddo?"
Arwen nodded, as her father patted her on the back; she reached for the glass of water that was on her bed side table, but unfortunately couldn't reach it.
Alex looked at her, sighing; he knew that he shouldn't have tickled her so,
but he was just trying to make her feel better. He picked up the glass of water and handed it to her, "Here ya go, curly."

Arwen smiled at the old nickname, and took a sip of water;
she then handed the glass back to him, "Thanks, dad."
Sarah looked at her husband, knowing that he wanted to spend more time with their daughter, especially since she was sick, but she also knew that Arwen needed to rest for a while; She nodded towards the door, "Sleeping beauty needs her rest, Romeo."
Alex stood up, reluctantly, and ruffled Arwen's waist length, curly, black hair playfully, "Goodnight, kiddo."

"G-night, dad," she said as she watched him walk out of the room.
She sighed, and laid back down on the bed, looking up at her mother, and remembering the story that her father had interrupted, "Then what happened?"
Sarah smiled, glade that Arwen was intrigued with her story; for it really was Sarah's story, it had happened to her twenty-two years ago; she, after an hour, finally finished the story and then got up from the chair.

Sarah did a sweeping bow, something she had not done since Arwen was six years of age, and then smiled, "Goodnight mi'lady."
Arwen smiled, remembering how things had been when she had been six years old; everything had been "Agreed", "I bid thee goodnight", and so on and so forth.

Arwen nodded, smiling, "I bid thee goodnight, mother."
Sarah kissed her daughter on the forehead, before walking out of the room.
Arwen lay in her bed, thinking over the story that her mother had just told her;
Sarah had claimed that it was a true story, which Arwen hardly believed.

She might have loved Fantasy, but she was not about to believe something so ridiculous or preposterous.
She shook her head, closing her gray-blue eyes; she wouldn't deny that she wished that the Labyrinth and it's handsome king were real, but it was impossible, wasn't it?

She sighed, deciding to give it a try; besides, what could it hurt?
"I wish Jareth would come and take me to the labyrinth," she said as she yawned, turning her lamp light off, "Right... now..."
After a few more coughs, and a few more sips from her glass of water,
sleep over took the weak young girl.