A Prophecy Speaks
a/n: I do not own labyrinth. And someone please tell me how old Sarah was in the movie? I just found out yesterday that J. Connelly was only 14 when she made the movie. But I always assumed Sarah was 15 or 16. I will not change my story or anything, but the knowledge would be appreciated. Harrietta Potter – I hope they aren't too sweet for you!
Lady of the Labyrinth – I'm sorry you don't agree. I believe there are always exceptions to rules, especially when it comes to fiction.
jumping-jo – yes she was supposed to disappear, hope this chapter answers that for you.
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Chapter 19 –or- Acceptance
Jareth called his Sarah crystal in and saw she was standing outside her room, getting ready to go in. He let the sphere go as soon as he saw Xandra appear outside Sarah's room. Her guards would be along soon.
The assorted nobles had made their way to the throne room. He transported himself there instantly. A stand in the corner held the new crown of the Goblin Queen. His mother's crown sat behind glass on the wall. It would not see usage for a very long time. The engagement ring was in his pocket. Sarah had her royal robe, and it seemed everything was in place. Even though he knew Sarah would not say no to his proposal he still found his palms to be sweaty. He had transformed himself into the formal wear of the Goblin King, all black and terrible, with the formal robe settled over his shoulders and secured with his father's pin. His formal crown was on his head, and his badge gleamed on his chest. His mother's pin was in his other pocket, for Sarah to wear after the coronation. He sat down on his ebony throne to wait, and contemplated the white marble throne he had commissioned for Sarah. He felt is resembled the darkness and the light of his existence. She wa! s all the light. He loved her so.
Once all the nobles were seated and quiet, the High Lord of the Underground made his entrance and stood in the middle of the two thrones. Music started to play from an unknown source. The doors opened and silhouetted the soon-to-be Goblin Queen.
Sarah wore a snow white dress made of silk. It was off the shoulder, and had an empire waist. There were sheer sleeves that hung to the floor. She wore white ribbons at her wrists now. The dress was adorned with glass beads and seed pearls. Her feet showed white slippers that gleamed. The heavy royal robe was settled on her tiny shoulders. Her hair was freshly brushed and shiny. Jareth looked at her face and realized that his Sarah had developed the same markings he had around his eyes, which made her face all the more striking.
Sarah stood there for a moment while the crowd held its breath before she started down the middle of the room. She walked at a stately place, something he was sure Xandra had taught her. She reached the front of the room and gave a deep curtsy to the High Lord.
"Rise, my child," he bid her, and she did as she was told. He gestured to the white throne. She stood in front of it, still as a statue. She turned and faced the crowd. The High Lord anointed her forehead with the same oil he had anointed Jareth's forehead with so long ago. With her crown in his hands he spoke the words that would make Sarah queen.
"I crown thee Queen Sarah of the Goblin City, Mistress of the Labyrinth," the High Lord said as he lowered the crown onto her head. The crowd stood and clapped enthusiastically before taking their seats again.
Jareth rose from his throne and took her hand. Sarah rose from her throne to join him in the middle of the room.
"I share my kingdom with the one person who ever solved my labyrinth. I share my heart with her as well. With all these nobles present to bear witness I ask you, Queen Sarah of the Goblin City and Mistress of the Labyrinth, to be my wife. Will you agree to wed me?" Jareth asked her, his voice trembling.
"Yes, I agree," Sarah said tremulously as Jareth slipped a beautiful ring onto her left hand. She needed to ask him where he got it.
The High Lord led the King and Queen to the balcony of the throne room. Throngs of creatures had amassed as far as the eye could see. The High Lord amplified his voice and spoke.
"Presenting Their Royal Majesties, King Jareth and Queen Sarah of the Goblin City, Master and Mistress of the Labyrinth! Please join me in blessing their rule and in congratulating them on their upcoming union!" The crowd went mad, as did the assorted nobles in the throne room.
Jareth turned to Sarah and handed her a lovely brooch. She looked at him, puzzled.
"It was my mother's. It is for your robe. You are also wearing my mother's engagement ring on your finger. These are the only two pieces of jewelry I have given you that I did not make myself," Jareth told her.
"I love you." Sarah told him the words she had been holding back until the right time.
Jareth had never been happier.