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::As the Story Unfolds::
~I Can't Ever Leave You~
* * I'll Always Be Here For You * *
"What do you mean the goblins are rebelling?!" Jareth asked aggressively, looking as if he was about to maul Hoggle at any moment.
"I'm telling you, my lord, the whole kingdom is in an uproar!" Hoggle said with his head down, his voice trembling with unmistakable fear.
Jareth clenched his fists. Nothing was going right. Nothing. Sarah hated him and now his people were going against his rulings. "Do you know why?" He asked Hoggle, not expecting him to know at all.
"I do, my lord." Hoggle began, nodding slightly, "I spoke with Acelent today and he says all of his quadrant are beginning anarchy because of the peace treaty you signed with the fairies.."
Kicking his rose wood door open, Jareth yelled to Hoggle over his shoulder, "Contact all the commanders of the quadrants. Tell them they must report to me immediately!"
* * *
"What is the meaning of this?!" Jareth asked angrily. He didn't notice that his hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned pure white. "Why is it that I am gone for half an hour and the kingdom is in turmoil?!"
The four commanders exchanged looks and the commander of the North quadrant, Acelent, spoke, "The goblins are upset. They don't trust the fairies."
Jareth sighed irritably, "You'd think they'd be happy! Did you enjoy there being a war every time you turned around?!" He asked, addressing all four of the commanders.
"Well," Hunret, commander of the South said, "I think that may be a reason why they're rebelling. Fighting are what these goblins do best. And without a war, there's no need for them and they have nothing to do."
"Yes," Turenvie, commander of the West agreed, "But I think the only way to end this uproar is to kill all of the goblins that go against us."
Kikrila, the only female commander of the East, shook her head calmly, clearly thinking the subject over thoroughly, "No, more then half of my quadrant are rebelling. I will not murder my own people." She said softly.
Turenvie looked annoyed, "Then what are we suppose to do then?! If they continue these acts of lawlessness-"
"I know what will happen if they continue." She snapped, "But I believe that killing them is most certainly not the answer. Be sensible, Turenvie. I know you have many of your own children are in these quadrants, quite a few of them are in my own and they are rebelling themselves. Do you want to kill them?"
"If that's what it takes," Turenvie snarled.
The commanders began fighting and yelling, screaming out horrid names to eachother as Jareth looked on furiously.
"Stop acting like children!" Jareth roared, making silence spread through out the room like air. "We need to discontinue this senseless bickering and deal with the task at hand! Now," He began, his voice still a yell, "What are we to do with the rebellious goblins?"
"My lord,"
"What Hoggle?!" Jareth bellowed, ready to kill Hoggle when he turned around. "I told you-" he stopped in mid-sentence, "Sarah?"
Sarah stood beside Hoggle, looking like a crumpled piece of paper, almost lifeless. She looked horrible. Her eyes were red and poofy, like she'd just cried for two straight days and her hair was tangled, truly a complete mess. "Sarah," Jareth began lightly.
He started to take a step toward her, but she was already in his arms. "Jareth," She sobbed. Her body convulsed violently and for a moment Jareth was afraid she was going to have a serious seizure. She let out a disgruntled cry without warning and Jareth held her ever tighter.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice slow and steady but his eyes hinting colossal concern. He pulled her closer, almost as if he was frightened to let her go.
"It's Toby!" She howled pitifully.
Jareth frowned, "What's wrong with Toby?"
"He's dead! He was hit by a car!" Sarah continued to weep into Jareth's shoulder pathetically. Jareth remained silent, feeling there was nothing that he could say or do at the moment to make her perturbation ease even the slightest.
Jareth shot the commanders a threatening look and they left the room hastily. "It's okay, Sarah," he said, rocking her in his arms slightly, like she were a child that had lost it's most cherished doll. "I'll always be here for you."
* * *
"You may sleep in my room," Jareth said as Sarah sat at the foot of his palatial bed, one of Jareth's servants combing her thick brown hair. "I shall sleep in one of the spare rooms." Sarah nodded.
She was embarrassed. Sarah felt like she was pressing her quagmires onto Jareth and forcing him to fix them. "I guess I'll see you in the morning,"
Jareth nodded and left the room.
* * *
At about midnight, Sarah crept into Jareth's room, feeling foolish, and shook his shoulder until he awoke. "What's wrong?" He asked as he sprang out of bed.
Sarah knew that her reply was stupid and hesitated for a second, "I can't sleep."
Jareth smiled weakly, "What is it that you want me to do?"
"I don't know. But I just know I'll go crazy without anything to do."
He thought for a moment, and then grinned at Sarah. "I have an idea of something,"
* * *
Jareth's idea turned out to be a glorious and spell-binding dance. He took Sarah to his spacious ballroom, smiling at her as she gazed at it in wonder. Jareth didn't want Sarah dancing in her night clothes, so he snapped his fingers and she was wearing a black silk dress with grey stitching. He had made sure that crystals were sewn into the fabric, each one shining beautifully by the moonlight that shown from the opened roof of the ballroom. The wind whipped Sarah's hair slightly, that he had made down, and he thought her beauty was simply immeasurable.
Pulling her close, Jareth silently admired her ivory face and gently smiled. "Sing to me, Jareth," She pleaded, putting her head on his shoulder as they began to dance, "Sing a song for me,"
There's such a sad love, deep within your eyes
A kind of pale jewal, opened and closed
Within your eyes
I place the sky within your eyes
There such a fooled heart, beating so fast
In search of new dreams, a love that will last
Within your heart
I place the moon within your heart
As the pain seeps through
Makes no sense to you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
It's falling down
Falling in love
I'll paint your mornings of gold
I'll spin your valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing a path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars
As the pain seeps through
Makes no sense to you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
It's falling down
Falling in love
Jareth ended the enchanting ballad and he found Sarah gazing into his eyes. He bent forward to her, but she pulled unexpectedly away. "I can't," She said.
"Why?" He asked, touching her bare shoulder. "You can do anything-"
"Anything but this," Sarah looked back at him, her eyes welled with tears. "It's just, your not like me. Your evil. I mean, your nice now, but later," Her voice broke and she stopped for a moment to reclaim it, "But later you'll be evil again."
Jareth took a step toward her, "I'm sorry," he said.
Sarah turned around quickly, "It's not your fault-"
"I wasn't talking to you," he interrupted softly. Sarah's eyes widened and she cocked her head in confusion. "I was talking to my people."
"Why are you sorry to them?" Sarah suddenly remembered vaguely the conversation Jareth and the other goblin were having when she first came. "Oh, because of them rebelling?"
"No," He said, getting so close to Sarah that she could feel his cool breath on the side of her warm face. "I'm sorry for this," Jareth began to remove his ring, but Sarah put her hand to his chest.
"Don't," She said lightly, shaking her head as she spoke. Jareth's hand abandoned his ring and went to Sarah's delicate face, and then swiftly placed his hand on the small of her back and began to dance fluently. This time without words or music, the love Jareth had for Sarah the only rhythm he needed.
They danced endlessly for two hours. Sarah felt her feet blister and she kicked off her dainty slippers. Jareth span her elegantly, never saying anything nor coming remotely close to making a readable facial expression. Sarah closed her eyes as Jareth twirled her, the sudden wind cooling her perspiring body. Sarah was quite fatigued, but she endured her exhaustion and danced like she was under a spell. When Jareth suddenly stopped and pulled Sarah toward him, all she felt was bliss. She was undoubtably under his trance, but she didn't mind. She was in ecstasy and it took away the anguish she felt.
Jareth's lips came dangerously close to Sarah's own, but a call brought them back to reality. "My lord!" The commanders said in unison. But Jareth still gazed at Sarah, scanning her graceful body before she backed away from his, collected her slippers, and brushed past the quadrant commanders.
He was so close. He was so close to letting Sarah fall in love with him, but she left. Jareth knew that he had to become a mortal to make him worthy of Sarah's love, but that meant he would be weak. Weakness was something he couldn't have as of now.
"Lord, Jareth," they said, "We have lost three fourths of out armies to the rebellion. They plan to attack us at dawn. We are bound to lose. But we must win, because if we do not, all hell is sure to break loose."
* * *
Jareth stood firmly, his face impassive but his voice hinting worry, "We shall defeat them. We may have fewer men, but ours have more will." He turned to Hoggle, did you summon the queen?"
Hoggle bowed, "I did my lord. She arrives now," He pointed a quivering finger towards a ball of pure light that glided toward them swiftly.
It landed on the ground beside them, and then it unfurled slowly, revealing a brilliant light that the Queen of Faries emerged from. She stood to her feet promptly, cocking her elegant toward the helpless troops, more than half of them trembling at the thought of what was to happen next. "They're pathetic," She announced finally. Jareth walked over to her quietly, trying to conceal his disappointment the best he could. Ezerella turned to him, her light eyes large with woe, "What do they fight for?"
Jareth glanced at his pitiful army, if it could still be called that, gazed at Sarah for a moment, and then turned to the Queen of Fairies. "The Goblins do not trust the fairies, nor do they trust me for signing the peace treaty with you and making us allies." Jareth paused and then scowled at the thought of the war between is own people, "Without an enemy, my people believe the wars shall end."
"Well, is that not a good thing?" The queen asked, not looking at Jareth but scanning the scattered army closely. Ezerella frowned and her pale brow creasing as she continued to stare at the terrified troops. "Why do they wish to keep on fighting?"
Jareth put his hand in his deep pocket and wrapped his long fingers around a chilling sphere. "They live for wars. When the reign of pointless violence is succeeded by peace, they think there is no need for them and many times become restless," he guestered irritably to his feeble army. "And rarely, a rebellion takes place to make an attempt to overthrow the monarchy."
Ezerella turned to Jareth, "My people shall help. I will not allow them to fight, but we will heal the wounds of your men."
Nodding, Jareth thanked her and walked over to Sarah. The rebels would not attack for another hour or so, and he wanted to spend all of the remaining time with only her. Sarah smiled as he approached, but Jareth could see the look of unmistakable fear in her dark eyes. "I have a gift for you," he said, removing a crystal from his pocket and placing it in her hands. The gleaming sphere began to shake in Sarah's trembling hands, but she noticed this and ceased immediately.
"It's-Toby," She said softly as the toddlers happy face appeared. Smiling at Jareth, Sarah rotated so she could see the remaining images of her late brother clearly. Quite pleased with himself, Jareth smiled, too.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Hunret was calling to him loudly, "My lord! The rebels are approaching!" Jareth automatically seized Sarah's free hand and lead her to Hoggle, who's color had completely drained from his face.
"Take her to the safehold in the palace!" He said hastily as he shoved Hoggle and Sarah into the doors of his grand palace, "And if anything happens to her, I shall remove all of your innards and leave you to wither and die slowly in the Bog of Eternal Stench where the creatures there will feed off you disgusting flesh for all eternity!"
Jareth sealed the door and took his place on the front-lines. He nodded towards Ezerella and her band of fairies. She wished him the best of luck, and he turned back to the army of anarchies.
They were coming rapidly, now. And soon they would be upon him.
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::As the Story Unfolds::
~I Can't Ever Leave You~
* * I'll Always Be Here For You * *
"What do you mean the goblins are rebelling?!" Jareth asked aggressively, looking as if he was about to maul Hoggle at any moment.
"I'm telling you, my lord, the whole kingdom is in an uproar!" Hoggle said with his head down, his voice trembling with unmistakable fear.
Jareth clenched his fists. Nothing was going right. Nothing. Sarah hated him and now his people were going against his rulings. "Do you know why?" He asked Hoggle, not expecting him to know at all.
"I do, my lord." Hoggle began, nodding slightly, "I spoke with Acelent today and he says all of his quadrant are beginning anarchy because of the peace treaty you signed with the fairies.."
Kicking his rose wood door open, Jareth yelled to Hoggle over his shoulder, "Contact all the commanders of the quadrants. Tell them they must report to me immediately!"
* * *
"What is the meaning of this?!" Jareth asked angrily. He didn't notice that his hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned pure white. "Why is it that I am gone for half an hour and the kingdom is in turmoil?!"
The four commanders exchanged looks and the commander of the North quadrant, Acelent, spoke, "The goblins are upset. They don't trust the fairies."
Jareth sighed irritably, "You'd think they'd be happy! Did you enjoy there being a war every time you turned around?!" He asked, addressing all four of the commanders.
"Well," Hunret, commander of the South said, "I think that may be a reason why they're rebelling. Fighting are what these goblins do best. And without a war, there's no need for them and they have nothing to do."
"Yes," Turenvie, commander of the West agreed, "But I think the only way to end this uproar is to kill all of the goblins that go against us."
Kikrila, the only female commander of the East, shook her head calmly, clearly thinking the subject over thoroughly, "No, more then half of my quadrant are rebelling. I will not murder my own people." She said softly.
Turenvie looked annoyed, "Then what are we suppose to do then?! If they continue these acts of lawlessness-"
"I know what will happen if they continue." She snapped, "But I believe that killing them is most certainly not the answer. Be sensible, Turenvie. I know you have many of your own children are in these quadrants, quite a few of them are in my own and they are rebelling themselves. Do you want to kill them?"
"If that's what it takes," Turenvie snarled.
The commanders began fighting and yelling, screaming out horrid names to eachother as Jareth looked on furiously.
"Stop acting like children!" Jareth roared, making silence spread through out the room like air. "We need to discontinue this senseless bickering and deal with the task at hand! Now," He began, his voice still a yell, "What are we to do with the rebellious goblins?"
"My lord,"
"What Hoggle?!" Jareth bellowed, ready to kill Hoggle when he turned around. "I told you-" he stopped in mid-sentence, "Sarah?"
Sarah stood beside Hoggle, looking like a crumpled piece of paper, almost lifeless. She looked horrible. Her eyes were red and poofy, like she'd just cried for two straight days and her hair was tangled, truly a complete mess. "Sarah," Jareth began lightly.
He started to take a step toward her, but she was already in his arms. "Jareth," She sobbed. Her body convulsed violently and for a moment Jareth was afraid she was going to have a serious seizure. She let out a disgruntled cry without warning and Jareth held her ever tighter.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice slow and steady but his eyes hinting colossal concern. He pulled her closer, almost as if he was frightened to let her go.
"It's Toby!" She howled pitifully.
Jareth frowned, "What's wrong with Toby?"
"He's dead! He was hit by a car!" Sarah continued to weep into Jareth's shoulder pathetically. Jareth remained silent, feeling there was nothing that he could say or do at the moment to make her perturbation ease even the slightest.
Jareth shot the commanders a threatening look and they left the room hastily. "It's okay, Sarah," he said, rocking her in his arms slightly, like she were a child that had lost it's most cherished doll. "I'll always be here for you."
* * *
"You may sleep in my room," Jareth said as Sarah sat at the foot of his palatial bed, one of Jareth's servants combing her thick brown hair. "I shall sleep in one of the spare rooms." Sarah nodded.
She was embarrassed. Sarah felt like she was pressing her quagmires onto Jareth and forcing him to fix them. "I guess I'll see you in the morning,"
Jareth nodded and left the room.
* * *
At about midnight, Sarah crept into Jareth's room, feeling foolish, and shook his shoulder until he awoke. "What's wrong?" He asked as he sprang out of bed.
Sarah knew that her reply was stupid and hesitated for a second, "I can't sleep."
Jareth smiled weakly, "What is it that you want me to do?"
"I don't know. But I just know I'll go crazy without anything to do."
He thought for a moment, and then grinned at Sarah. "I have an idea of something,"
* * *
Jareth's idea turned out to be a glorious and spell-binding dance. He took Sarah to his spacious ballroom, smiling at her as she gazed at it in wonder. Jareth didn't want Sarah dancing in her night clothes, so he snapped his fingers and she was wearing a black silk dress with grey stitching. He had made sure that crystals were sewn into the fabric, each one shining beautifully by the moonlight that shown from the opened roof of the ballroom. The wind whipped Sarah's hair slightly, that he had made down, and he thought her beauty was simply immeasurable.
Pulling her close, Jareth silently admired her ivory face and gently smiled. "Sing to me, Jareth," She pleaded, putting her head on his shoulder as they began to dance, "Sing a song for me,"
There's such a sad love, deep within your eyes
A kind of pale jewal, opened and closed
Within your eyes
I place the sky within your eyes
There such a fooled heart, beating so fast
In search of new dreams, a love that will last
Within your heart
I place the moon within your heart
As the pain seeps through
Makes no sense to you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
It's falling down
Falling in love
I'll paint your mornings of gold
I'll spin your valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing a path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars
As the pain seeps through
Makes no sense to you
Every thrill is gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
It's falling down
Falling in love
Jareth ended the enchanting ballad and he found Sarah gazing into his eyes. He bent forward to her, but she pulled unexpectedly away. "I can't," She said.
"Why?" He asked, touching her bare shoulder. "You can do anything-"
"Anything but this," Sarah looked back at him, her eyes welled with tears. "It's just, your not like me. Your evil. I mean, your nice now, but later," Her voice broke and she stopped for a moment to reclaim it, "But later you'll be evil again."
Jareth took a step toward her, "I'm sorry," he said.
Sarah turned around quickly, "It's not your fault-"
"I wasn't talking to you," he interrupted softly. Sarah's eyes widened and she cocked her head in confusion. "I was talking to my people."
"Why are you sorry to them?" Sarah suddenly remembered vaguely the conversation Jareth and the other goblin were having when she first came. "Oh, because of them rebelling?"
"No," He said, getting so close to Sarah that she could feel his cool breath on the side of her warm face. "I'm sorry for this," Jareth began to remove his ring, but Sarah put her hand to his chest.
"Don't," She said lightly, shaking her head as she spoke. Jareth's hand abandoned his ring and went to Sarah's delicate face, and then swiftly placed his hand on the small of her back and began to dance fluently. This time without words or music, the love Jareth had for Sarah the only rhythm he needed.
They danced endlessly for two hours. Sarah felt her feet blister and she kicked off her dainty slippers. Jareth span her elegantly, never saying anything nor coming remotely close to making a readable facial expression. Sarah closed her eyes as Jareth twirled her, the sudden wind cooling her perspiring body. Sarah was quite fatigued, but she endured her exhaustion and danced like she was under a spell. When Jareth suddenly stopped and pulled Sarah toward him, all she felt was bliss. She was undoubtably under his trance, but she didn't mind. She was in ecstasy and it took away the anguish she felt.
Jareth's lips came dangerously close to Sarah's own, but a call brought them back to reality. "My lord!" The commanders said in unison. But Jareth still gazed at Sarah, scanning her graceful body before she backed away from his, collected her slippers, and brushed past the quadrant commanders.
He was so close. He was so close to letting Sarah fall in love with him, but she left. Jareth knew that he had to become a mortal to make him worthy of Sarah's love, but that meant he would be weak. Weakness was something he couldn't have as of now.
"Lord, Jareth," they said, "We have lost three fourths of out armies to the rebellion. They plan to attack us at dawn. We are bound to lose. But we must win, because if we do not, all hell is sure to break loose."
* * *
Jareth stood firmly, his face impassive but his voice hinting worry, "We shall defeat them. We may have fewer men, but ours have more will." He turned to Hoggle, did you summon the queen?"
Hoggle bowed, "I did my lord. She arrives now," He pointed a quivering finger towards a ball of pure light that glided toward them swiftly.
It landed on the ground beside them, and then it unfurled slowly, revealing a brilliant light that the Queen of Faries emerged from. She stood to her feet promptly, cocking her elegant toward the helpless troops, more than half of them trembling at the thought of what was to happen next. "They're pathetic," She announced finally. Jareth walked over to her quietly, trying to conceal his disappointment the best he could. Ezerella turned to him, her light eyes large with woe, "What do they fight for?"
Jareth glanced at his pitiful army, if it could still be called that, gazed at Sarah for a moment, and then turned to the Queen of Fairies. "The Goblins do not trust the fairies, nor do they trust me for signing the peace treaty with you and making us allies." Jareth paused and then scowled at the thought of the war between is own people, "Without an enemy, my people believe the wars shall end."
"Well, is that not a good thing?" The queen asked, not looking at Jareth but scanning the scattered army closely. Ezerella frowned and her pale brow creasing as she continued to stare at the terrified troops. "Why do they wish to keep on fighting?"
Jareth put his hand in his deep pocket and wrapped his long fingers around a chilling sphere. "They live for wars. When the reign of pointless violence is succeeded by peace, they think there is no need for them and many times become restless," he guestered irritably to his feeble army. "And rarely, a rebellion takes place to make an attempt to overthrow the monarchy."
Ezerella turned to Jareth, "My people shall help. I will not allow them to fight, but we will heal the wounds of your men."
Nodding, Jareth thanked her and walked over to Sarah. The rebels would not attack for another hour or so, and he wanted to spend all of the remaining time with only her. Sarah smiled as he approached, but Jareth could see the look of unmistakable fear in her dark eyes. "I have a gift for you," he said, removing a crystal from his pocket and placing it in her hands. The gleaming sphere began to shake in Sarah's trembling hands, but she noticed this and ceased immediately.
"It's-Toby," She said softly as the toddlers happy face appeared. Smiling at Jareth, Sarah rotated so she could see the remaining images of her late brother clearly. Quite pleased with himself, Jareth smiled, too.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Hunret was calling to him loudly, "My lord! The rebels are approaching!" Jareth automatically seized Sarah's free hand and lead her to Hoggle, who's color had completely drained from his face.
"Take her to the safehold in the palace!" He said hastily as he shoved Hoggle and Sarah into the doors of his grand palace, "And if anything happens to her, I shall remove all of your innards and leave you to wither and die slowly in the Bog of Eternal Stench where the creatures there will feed off you disgusting flesh for all eternity!"
Jareth sealed the door and took his place on the front-lines. He nodded towards Ezerella and her band of fairies. She wished him the best of luck, and he turned back to the army of anarchies.
They were coming rapidly, now. And soon they would be upon him.
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