Authoress: One lesson I'll remember to the grave. Never disappoint fans!

Zoe: You learned that the hard way?

Authoress: (glare)

Jareth: Could we please get on with this, I'm bored.

Authoress: Shut-up, don't make me get the false alarms.

Zoe: (glaring) Jareth, if she puts us in that cave again I will personally see to it you have no more magic crystals, of any kind!

Jareth: (gulp- shuts up)

Authoress: On with the show!

Zoe: (presses button)

Disclaimer: If I owned anything I wouldn't be writing fanfics, I'd be directing!

See the World through My Eyes
The Blind's Sight of Beauty

Sarah was being led by Jareth slowly and quietly. "Jareth," she finally spoke. It took all his will power not to just embrace her for speaking his name. Coming from her, it was sweet music. "Where are we going?" she asked him.

"Wherever you'd like," he told her stopping his stride. He turned to her and took both her hands in his, "Anywhere, of your choosing," he repeated. She bit her bottom lip. 'Then where were we going in the first place?' she asked herself. It took maybe a minute to decide.

"The ballroom," she said and felt she needed to clarify, "But don't hide from me. I'd like to have a better experience in there."

"T-the ballroom?" he stuttered. He obviously wasn't ready for this. That ballroom was barely used. Whenever a rescuer got too close he used it, but it was only a dream made to look like the ballroom the castle contained. Right now it was just that, a big room.

"Yes, the one from last time I was here. It is real isn't it?" she asked, slightly forlorn.

"Well yes b-"

"Then, let's go!" she insisted with a bright smile. Jareth sighed and gently pulled her hand as they headed down a hallway not used by any but the king.

"Now Sarah," he said while stopping. Sarah felt his breathing slow and the air around them seemed to hum. Magic was brewing and was about to create something. "Focus most of your magic on an image in your mind. Think about a ballroom that's fit for your dreams," he coaxed softly.

Sarah already saw darkness but she felt, smelled, and tasted the magic in the air. Sparks danced across her darkness and an image created itself in her mind: ladies in beautiful gowns, men in wonderful suits and coats. The scene played like a fairytale movie in her mind.

Jareth felt the magic snap to attention and whirl around the two. The Goblin King saw the chandelier, once crusted with cobwebs, spring to life and light. Curtains of white and green satin and silk covered the windows and the room was lit by magic and the chandelier. The steps leading downward to the main dance floor sparkled like new. A stage where a band would play was clean and a red velvet curtain were now seen, wiped clean of dust.

That's when the ghost-like figures started to appear. A melody reached Sarah's ears and she knew it had worked. At first, to Jareth, the people seemed transparent then, they became solid. They were dancing and twirling to the hauntingly familiar music.
Fabric rubbed against Jareth's skin. He looked down and on his form was now the same outfit from Sarah's last dream-like ballroom; the blue top and light gray leggings. He looked over to Sarah expecting the white puffed up dress from last time, but was pleasantly surprised. ((AN: I hate the poofy dress, it scares me))

Sarah knew she didn't have on the same dress from before. Now she had a white dress that showed her shoulders and sleeves that seemed to wrap around her arms and snaked downward. The skirt was not as full as the other dress but had many creases, meaning it could fan out. On the bodice there was a gold thread woven pattern that had twists and turned everywhere. The pattern looked like a curving labyrinth all the way to the hem of the skirt. The chocolate brown strands that were in a braid early now were curled around her face and shoulders.

Jareth was amused to find out that she was barefoot. He smiled and took her hand in his saying, "May I have this dance?"

Before thoughts of the phrase being cliché entered her mind she nodded with a smile. He swept her gracefully onto the smooth dance floor. The stream of people parted for them, welcoming them to the dance.

The once feared Goblin King had no problem taking the duty of leading the beautiful woman before him. She danced comfortably in his arms, a smile lighting her features. Jareth could've sworn he saw a certain emotion flicker in her eyes.

Slowly they were surrounded by other couples dancing, some with masks, some without. The music seemed to drift from one song to another. A fast tempo song began and Jareth watched with amused silence as Sarah tried to get him to dance to it. When he finally gave in he found out he rather enjoyed the fast beat.

The "ball" wore on and soon they both sat at a small table in the corner. Jareth kept a strong hand on hers in security. Sarah was just listening to every sound she could catch; the drifting music, the rubbing of fabric against fabric, the soft tap of dancing shoes. Just imagining it was enough for the girl.

"Jareth," she spoke, and Jareth's heart soared again, "Can you take me to that hill right in front of the Labyrinth's entrance?" she asked softly. Jareth had heard from Cypress she had asked to go here at the end of every day. He nodded and took her hand in his.

As the two disappeared the dancers stilled and slowly faded away. Their time in this world was often short-lived. The music silenced and slowly the ballroom glittered back into its once again quiet existence. The hum of magic loomed in the air a little bit longer before disappearing with a slight breeze from the open window. The window looked out over the Labyrinth, where the sun was setting peacefully.

Now Jareth had heard about the place they were to go, but he was not told of the question he was to be asked. When Sarah turned to him he wasn't expecting something like a quiz question.

"Describe the sunset to me," she told him softly, no ounce of actually demand in the order. Jareth raised an eyebrow then looked to the orange ball setting slowly over one of the Labyrinth's many hills.

A long silence followed and Sarah almost thought he had left of just decided not to answer. Deep in thought, Jareth tried to think of the right things to say. Finally he consented.

"No," he said simply.

"Wha- Why not?" she asked, this, unexpectedly, was not the answer she was looking for.

"Sarah," he said with a calm and caring voice. She felt two warm hands cup her cheeks and raise her head. "I will not speak of something you cannot see of your own eyes, I will not tell you of something you will one day see and feel for yourself, and I will especially not describe any sort of beauty to you unless it is your own."

Our heroine had no idea what to say. She was floored, to say the least! He had just said (in Sarah's opinion) the sweetest, most romantic, most kind-hearted thing she had ever heard. Who was this and what had he done with the Goblin King!

Deciding this was a good time to practice her power, she focused on Jareth's feelings. She couldn't focus for long because a wave of passion and determination flooded through her.

"Um, Jareth," she said slowly, feeling woozy with the waves of feelings. "I think we should go back now," she said, trying to sound competent. Jareth gave her a look of concern before he wrapped her in a tight embrace and transported them back to the castle.

The silence was smoldering as Sarah and Jareth stood in front of her bedroom door, no one speaking. Sarah squeezed his hand.

"I cannot promise a choice by tomorrow but-" she was silences when he put a soft gloved finger to her lips. When did his gloves appear? she thought. Then she decided something; he was more guarded when his gloves were present.

"Sarah, you make a choice when your heart tells you," he told her. ((AN: Don't shoot me for the Jareth OCC-ness, he just seems a lot better this way)). Sarah gave a small nod and turned to walk into her room. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Jareth," she said before shutting the door with a small smile. Jareth turned and gave a smile of his own.

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Authoress: (bow) I give the most romantic chapter I have ever written in my entire life!

Zoe: Whoa! Rosemary helped you out there.

Rosemary: (panting) Used…..too much…… romantic….. stuff

Authoress: For those of you who don't know, Rosemary is my Romance Muse.

Jareth: How many do you have!

Authoress: Many!

All: R&R

Authoress: PS- Sarah doesn't take care of Daramir, because what girl wants a dragon in her arms while courting? Especially if said girl is blind.