A Prophecy Speaks
Author's Note: I do not own anything Labyrinth. I do own Agee.
Chapter 9 –or- Old Friends
The gardens were so beautiful. The grass was like a green carpet. Trees towered around her, and flowers of all types bloomed everywhere. There was a lovely pond at the center of the gardens. Her friends stood next to a white gazebo. They grinned when they saw her.
"Sarah!" Hoggle exclaimed.
"My Lady!" Sir Didymus yelped.
"Sawah fwiend," Ludo stated.
"I am so happy to see you all!" Sarah said ecstatically. She gave them all hugs in turn.
"We are so happy to see you My Lady!" Sir Didymus stated emphatically.
"Are you here to stay, Sarah?" Hoggle asked her.
"Yes. Yes I am," Sarah told them.
They smiled at her.
Jareth went searching for Sarah when she did not appear for lunch. He knew she had gone to see her friends in the garden, but when he entered the gardens Sarah was alone. And she was crying softly.
Sarah felt him approach and she shut off her tears. She knew he had seen her crying, but she hoped he would not bring it up. He merely sat down next to her. She gave him a wan smile and went back to her contemplation of the pond.
After a few minutes of companionable silence, Jareth reached for Sarah's hand. He held it in his gloved one and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.
"Is it really that bad?" He finally asked her.
Sarah shook her head.
"I have never been responsible for people before, Jareth. Not for more than a couple of hours at a time. It is taking time to adjust. A week or so ago I was just a playwright, an artist with flights of fancy. I disappeared from the mortal realm and reappeared in a place I never thought I would see again. I am set to marry a man I thought to be evil. I have no choice in the matter either. Fate is forcing me. A prophecy spoke it."
She wiped some tears from her eyes, willing them to leave her.
"I am scared." she finally whispered.
Jareth put a wall in between them, let go of her hand, and stood up.
"I'm sorry you feel this way, Sarah. I assure you, if I could change matters I would. I would not marry someone who does not want me, were the circumstances different. I hope the situation does not inconvenience you too much." Jareth said imperiously before disappearing.
Sarah sighed. Part of her wanted to tell him to shove it where the sun didn't shine, but another part of her felt bad for offending him. He was trying really hard to be kind, and a good host. She lay down on the bench and closed her eyes. It was not long before she fell fast asleep.
Jareth sighed as he watched his future bride nap peacefully, and transported her back to her room without waking her up. She was dreaming of dancing. She always dreamed of dancing.
Jareth wanted to say so much to her, show her so much. Since he had never been in this situation he was at a loss. He had no idea what to do to make her feel more comfortable, and less like she was imprisoned. He resolved that he would show her the empty ballroom after dinner. He threw a sphere in her general direction that placed a dress of burgundy silk in her wardrobe. It was long and formal. The a-line skirt and princess waist would suit her figure well. The spaghetti straps and sweetheart neckline would do nicely. There were sprinkles of gold embroidery on the dress in a flowery pattern. Another sphere placed burgundy dress slippers at the foot of her bed. Yet another sphere put gold ribbons and jewelry on her vanity for her to wear. The last sphere put a letter on her nightstand. He hoped she awakened soon.