Thanks for the reviews, I write for you reviewers (an my own enjoyment) during this chapter however my eyes did lock a few times and I wasn't totally happy with it, so I think I re-wrote it about five times till I was happy with everything, sorry for the delay
Disclaimer: Jane Eyre is not my property, Labyrinth is not mine, neither is Jareth or Sarah, Mutt and Slin are however mine, so if you wanna borrow feel free just let me know!!
Now after the Lengthy disclaimer here is the story
P.S Reviews are love People
P.P.S Jareth and Sarah will be together in this chapter (although what kind of together is totally different… sorry!)
The goblins had over the years of Jareth's rule, realized that one didn't need a sense of smell, what was the point of having a sense of smell when all you ended up smelling was the bog or the other goblins?
The Newer recruits however still had their olfactory systems intact, and it was with the utmost displeasure that they found themselves suspended above the Bog of Eternal Stench. For the older goblins, the newbies were a source of entertainment; they were forever trying to move away from the bog, which was an impossibility as they were all suspended from branches of nearby trees.
Mutt and Slin who had been there the longest were singing ditties to pass the time and having conversations, well what could pass for conversations.
"Ere Slin look who's arrived"
"Who?"
"The others"
"What others?"
"Them others"
"Ohh Arr your right, look who's here"
"Who?"
"Them"
"Who's them?"
"Them others"
And so it went on.
What one needs to understand about goblins is that they love the sound of their own voice, and they will do just about anything to have their own voice heard above any other, including maiming the goblin next to him.
Unfortunately Slin and Mutt didn't have that possibility as they were both tied to trees.
Meanwhile:
Sarah had just had a refreshing shower, thoughts of anything remotely peach tasting almost forgotten, and was just finishing her book.
Jane had just left Mr. Rochester and was trying to find another job
"Just like you when you defeated Him" her inner voice said
"He wasn't Heartbroken" She replied out loud.
She had a point, she was sure of it, and even if she didn't there was no-one here to listen to her ramblings, as Marisa had gone out clubbing hours ago, and probably wouldn't be back for another seven or eight hours yet.
"How would you know, you wouldn't even stick around to find out"
"I didn't have a choice, he hardly said 'hey Sarah you've just beaten me why don't you stick around for dinner or a chat' and even if he had…"
"You would have said no, after all you still couldn't be sure of Toby's safety"
"Ohh go away, its late, this is a good book and I really don't need this argument"
"Only because you know I'm wining"
"I give up, I'm going to bed, don't even think about talking to me!"
"But…"
"Not another word or I'll... I dunno what I'll do but you won't like it"
Her inner voice took the hint and shut up
Jareth was sitting in a goblin free throne room; he couldn't remember when it had been this quiet
"It probably never has" he said in a loud voice before he stopped and realized what he was doing, he was compensating for the lack of noise that the goblins had left in their wake.
"I could be doing anything and here I am talking to myself… Deplorable state of affairs" he said with a shake of his head. Conjuring a crystal he looked into it, and grinned, a wild pointy grin.
Had the goblins been there they would have known that whoever that grin was directed at was in deep trouble, but they were not.
Sarah had just crawled under her duvet, after brushing her long black hair, turning on her bedside lamp she settled down to read her book once again. If she had been paying attention she would have seen the crystal that slowly and gracefully floated in through the open window.
Wrapping a lock of hair around her index finger she snuggled further under her duvet and continued to read, until she began to feel incredibly sleepy.
"Strange" she said out loud before realizing that her voice sounded heavy, and far away. She knew that this was not down to her take out dinner, or the drink she had consumed, after all one drink of alcohol would hardly make anyone react like this, no she realized, before she was lost to the conscious world that this was not a consequence of anything earthly, this was magic… and she knew of only one person who liked to use dreams against her
"Jareth" was the last name on her lips before she grudgingly submitted to the slumber that had been overwhelming her.
It was quite an ordinary dream given the book she had just been reading, wide open fields were on every side and she was dressed in a long flowing dress and she appeared to be alone, so if this really was a dream from the Goblin king then his tastes had improved to say the least.
Humming to herself she contemplated what to do, She was a sensible person and saying that any sensible person would run from a dream sent by a fairytale enemy, but she was also wise, enough to know that if she ran he would never stop and the only thing he would think better than sending her dreams was to appear in person.
So she did what any wise person would do, she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
She didn't know how long she had been there but turning to better look at her surroundings she saw a house, a big house.
"Well I might as well ask if the lady of the house is in… after all it might be me, anything's possible if its my dream.
"Milady, Ohh Sir's been so worried about you, we was just about to send out a search party, you do remember we've got guests coming tonight don't you?" said the young girl that opened the door to Sarah
"Sir… Guests?"
"Oh Yes Mr. Devlin, your Husband. Are you quite alright?"
"F...Fine yeah I'm fine, thanks, I think I'll just go up and change" Sarah said quickly
"Which way are the stairs?"
The Girl pointed her in the right direction muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'sunstroke' as she did so.
As Sarah took a look around what she presumed was her room she realized that there was nothing to indicate who her 'husband' was, there were no slippers by the bed, and no books on the nightstand, no evidence of a male presence in the room at all.
"Madam, His Lordship requests your presence when you are suitably composed" said a maid, entering briskly into her room.
"Oh right thanks… His Lordship, You mean my… err my husband"
"Oh no Miss not Mr. Devlin, I men His Lordship He's the one that owns the nearby estate"
"Oh, right, Him, What's his name again, I think I was out in the sun for to long"
"He is called by many titles, many call him the collector of lost things, and few have the courage to speak his true name, except you of course Mam"
"How… Umm helpful, thank you… you can go now, and tell Him I'll be down shortly"
"As you Wish Mistress"
If Sarah had been As wise as she thought she would not have gone to meet this strange man, If she had been Clever (which is never the same as being Wise) she would have agreed to met this strange man with her Husband present, but at that point in time she was feeling neither wise nor clever, she was feeling extremely flustered.
"What do I wear?" she asked herself looking at the array of dresses the dresses were wonderful and most of them looked expensive, but she didn't feel like she had the right to wear them, after all she helped run a bookshop.
"this is my dream, even If it does happened to be a goblin king induced one, so I can wear whichever I want to wear" she huffed.
She chose a pale silver one that flared about her ankles and clung to the rest of her like a second skin, she realized that she didn't have a clue as to what to do with her long hair so she settled for a French braid, and was done with it. As for cosmetics, she would have liked some, but there weren't any on offer so she didn't bother with make up.
Descending the staircase was a problem as she didn't know exactly where she would go when she got to the bottom of it, to the left or to the right, and that made her think of Hoggle. He had once asked her which way she would go and replied that he wouldn't go either, at this point in time she was thinking along those very same lines, after all it would be easy to just run (Elegantly of course) up the stairs and barricade herself in her room until she woke up or died of starvation, whichever came sooner; but she was Sarah Williams, She did not run away from mystery persons, at least not until she had met them.
Closing her eyes to try and create a calmer state of mind she stood for a moment before opening her eyes and asking a passing maid which room His Lordship was in
"Second on the right" the Girl said helpfully before continuing to varnish the skirting board.
After her swift descent of the staircase, she hovered around the foyer for a moment unsure of what to do, or indeed weather this collector was a good person or not, after all what exactly did a collector collect?
"Socks?" her inner voice asked helpfully
"Socks why does it have to be socks, why can't it be… books or Chess Pieces or… daisies"
"We won't find out what He collects unless we ask him, and anyway, what type of masculine figure collects Daises for pity's sake… I mean of all the things… Daises… Really"
"Well" began Sarah walking towards the second door on the right and watching her knuckles hover over the wood "we're just about to find out who he is, I can slip the 'excuse me but what do you collect' into the conversation later.
Knocking twice on the door she waited for the 'come in' that would proceed her gesture
"Enter" said a crisp voice
She pushed the door and came face to face with 'the collector'.
"How very nice of you to join me my dear girl" he replied
"YOU!" Sarah said in a hushed whisper
"Not daises then" her inner voice said with a shake of its metaphorical head.
Sorry about the cliff there, probably should have warned you, this dream looks like its going to be a little longer than expected, which in itself is kind of scary, as I only envisaged it being a short chapter runs and hides please don't pelt me with rotten things, or smelly things I just hope you like this