Here's a story that was given to me to give to you. I hope you like this little gift.
-TiskTask
Jareth stood in the large circular council chamber facing the cloaked shadows of the council members.
"You wish to woo a mortal?" One of the figures cackled in glee. "This is too rich! The mighty Goblin King brought down by a mere mortal girl."
Jareth seethed inwardly as the council howled with laughter. He kept his features neutral though. The Fae Council was his last hope. If he couldn't get their approval, he would be doomed to a long and lonely life.
"Perhaps we shouldn't be too hasty to make sport of Jareth." One of the figures said in a rich female voice. "If it is love… well we all know that LOVE is one of the most powerful magics of all. And we could definitely use more magic here, now that the mortals have stopped believing in us."
Another cloaked figure stepped forward. "But do we want the Goblin King to have more power?"
"Ah but if it is one sided love then his power will become half of what it is now," one of the other council members said. "can we afford to lose MORE magic because of mortals?"
The female raised her voice over the bickering of the others. "I propose a way we can all benefit. We allow Jareth the right to court this mortal. If he can convince her to return then he must share the magic with those immortals among us who have no great power. If he fails, well then we divide up his kingdom amongst ourselves."
"Well," Jareth drawled, "it seems as if others will benefit more than I regardless. However if my kingdom is at stake, I require something a little more."
The female figure inclined her head giving him permission to continue.
He smirked "When I suceed, I wish the council to make my wife as immortal as the rest of us."
The council fell into a stunned silence.
"We must discuss this amongst ourselves." The female said. "We will contact you with our answer."
Jareth bowed low and willed himself back to his kingdom. Anger boiled within him. Council discussions could take years. He could not begin his courtship of her until they approved.
He threw himself upon his throne and called forth crystals to play with. Watching them dance across his hands soothed him and allowed his mind to settle. Suddenly he laughed and bounded to his feet. The Goblins in the room drew back and watched warily. The kings moods were very changeable and they never knew whether laughter was good or bad.
"It's perfect." He shouted grabbing a small goblin and throwing in high into the air and catching it. "I can begin my courtship." He began to dance around the room holding the goblin out from him. "It's so simple, I wonder why I didn't think of it before."
The goblins decided to cheer. One of the braver ones stepped forward. "what's your plan Your Majesty?"
"She refused her dreams." Jareth laughed tossing the small goblin at a larger goblin. "therefore, Her dreams belong to me. I can enter them anytime without breaking the rules."