Author's Note: Hi! It's been a while now, I've been taking my time to close up this story, reading carefully, but really carefully so not to make any silly mistake. There is much to come before this ends, so this two-three chapters will be filled of everything you can guess and there will be looong. Thanks for reading! And don't forget to review ;)

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Chapter 9 Alliances and Revelations

' "Or you will pay the consequences" ' Said Jareth in her mind.

'I know, it didn't sound as good as it was in my mind' She said back a little bit angry. Everyone was looking straight at them, astonished, almost everyone knew what that meant. Both of them stood firmly and proud and when the whispers finished Jareth, took both of Rosettas' hands in his, looking straight in her deep brown eyes with his now electric blue eyes. He never knelt, or said anything, he just let go one of her hands and produced a ring, a sliver one with an unnaturally blue sapphire, that remind her too much of his eyes, rustically engraved. She smiled widely and her eyes sparkled with a reddish glow. He put it on her finger solemnly and he grinned as he said in Rose's mind 'Now everyone shall see that you are mine' .

Then she, produced a silver pin, with a clear ruby, that reminded him the fire in her eyes, it as so clear that he could see a Celtic knot entwined behind the gem. She smiled cocky and said back to him 'Now, everyone shall know you are mine'. They were both locked in each others' eyes and forgot the rest of the world, Rose leaned closer to his mouth and he completed the distance between their lips. They kiss, hard enough to let clear that their were going to get married but not to passionate or intimate that could be inappropriate for the moment. Once finished everyone clapped, though, many of them did with a glare of disapproval.

King Arlog and Queen Zoara stood up from their place in the Council.

'May we?'Queen Zoara asked smiling.

'Of course' Rose said.

'We all know the story of our lands, each realm, each kingdom has it's unique history' Began Arlog loudly.

'And we all know of the prophecies that each kingdom secretly keeps' Continued Zoara. 'Little of us knows that long ago there was a time, a time of prosperity and peace, a time were all Kings, Queen and Princesses were only one family. When all realms united as one, the times of the High Queen and King'

'None of us has lived in that era. Many were born in times of war, chaos and peace, but not like the that. Our courts are filled with conspiracy and traitors.' Arlog and Zoaras' eyes glowed green.

'What many do not know is that all the prophecies are indeed fragments of the Original Plan' Zoara said and everyone gasped in astonishment and others in fear. Rose and Jareth exchanged looks in confusion.

'This lands, what we call "Underground" has a plan, an order, periods of pace, and others of war, times of prosperity and times of misery, eras of union and eras of segregation. We are now at war with an unknown enemy. The army which prevail shall decide the new High King and Queen.' Said Arlog and took Zoara's hand.

'Our realm shall serve the army commanded by King Jareth and Queen Rosetta' More gasps and whispers. Both Jareth and Rosetta were astonished and confused. 'That is why' Continued Zoara 'We want to give you this presents, this relics were made specially for the two of you a thousand year ago and have remained in secret as well as with our share of the prophesy.' Some elven princess came with two big wooden boxes with carved flowers and leaves.

'We present you Lanius and Alima' Said Arlog as approaching to where the boxes were. The holders of the boxes opened them revealing two swords in their scabbards. The one in front of Jareth had an owl as a hilt, with its wings spread in the cross-guard, the grip was the body of the owl itself and in the pommel there was an orb, a crystal one - like the ones Jareth is so fond of and uses them of this magic- in the claws of the owl. The scabbard was carved with celtic knots. The one in front of Rose, was the same size as Jareth's but the hilt was decorated with vines with thorns and in the pommel a big rose in bloom. The scabbard had as well vines with thorns all carved over. Zoara took Jareth's sword and lifted it from the box and drew the blade from the scabbard. Surprisingly there was nothing unusual, in fact, the blade seemed ordinary and rough. Arlog made the same thing with Rosetta's and the same happened. Then both handed them to their owners, who accepted them with a small bow and curtsy. The elven monarchs stepped back and so did the princesses. Jareth and Rosetta exchanged looks and wielded the swords. Suddenly the blades became yellow, orange and red as if they were burning and the metal seemed to melt, but instead of dripping the liquid metal moved on the surface of the blades changing them. Rosetta's became a wider scimitar with the same pattern of thorns and vines and Jareth's a great sword with the same knot pattern as the scabbard.

'We are far than thankful to you and your kingdom.' Said Rosetta.

'And will be honored to fight by your side' Thanked Jareth.

'This is what was meant to be. Your scabbards will remain as they are and every time you slid the blade on it the blade's form will change to fit, the true form of your blades will remain only when you wield them.' Clarified Arlog.

'Also, I have to add, that, both have elemental powers. Wield them wisely' Smiled mischievously Zoara.

The Goblin Castle was filled with life, little, green and mischievous life. Nothing seemed to change or so Rosetta thought. Little green goblins rushed through the corridors laughing and cheering. Some of them pulled Rosettas's skirt to gain her attention, some others didn't bother her at all. Everyone inch of the castle was lively and there were innocent pranks all over the place. Blake himself fell in one, he appeared with a bucket stuck on one of his foot, apparently it had been filled with a certain kind of glue strong enough that gave the poor Blake a big headache to take it off. Jareth, the Goblin King, on the other hand, was quite pleased and content, laughing hard with the good pranks and sometimes having fun building his own traps. Rose avoided a couple of them but that little goblin inside of her was growing and needed to get out.

In the kitchen of the castle, the servants were preparing tea for his majesty and Rose offered to take it to him. With a broad smiled she knocked Jareth's door and the door opened letting her in. The King was sitting in his chair with his booted feet on the desk, reading yellowish papers. His blond mane untamed, as always, his blue eyes sparkled as he saw her enter.

'I must admit, I do have quite a taste for picking my servants' He said with his musical voice.

'If I may, Your Majesty, 'Rose curtsied 'I do not think your future wife will like me'

'No, she wouldn't.' He said simply dropping his feet to the ground so Rose could put the tray on the desk. She poured the tea for Jareth.

'Drink with me, precious' He asked charmingly.

'Sorry my love, I promised to be in the nursery. The little ones and the babes wanted a story' She chuckled. She kissed him good bye and went to the nursery -which wasn't far away- still chuckling. An hour later, she took the babes and the little goblins with her to the King's study. He was sleeping deep, carefully she with a little help braided all Jareth's hair and placed a spell on them so he couldn't take them off unless she said the words. Everyone left chuckling and laughing to the nursery again were Rose continued with her story.

The sky clouded in stormy black, lightnings and thunders ripped the sky as Jareth growl echoed all around the castle. The goblins laughed as they saw Jareth entering the Throne Room in his usual glittery vortex but stopped when they felt his minacious glare.

'Well?' He asked extremely irritated to Rosetta who burst into laughter. Blake was chuckling in a dark corner, hiding himself from his friend.

'WELL ROSE! How much long do I have to wait until you take this abomination form my hair!' He growled.

'Until you like them' She said still laughing, her face was red and tears started running from her eyes.

'NOW ROSE!' He commanded.

'You are no fun!' She said back and his hair was back to normal.

'You!' Jareth said grabbing a goblin from the throat 'Prepare two horses we will be going for three days'

'Jareth, it's midday. Where are you going?' Said Blake

'My fiancé and I will be away on the forest' He simply said with his bossy tone.

Rosetta's mare was brown and black, it seemed as an ordinary horse, except by the fire in her eyes, literally, she had burning eyes and a wild temperament, quite as her rider. Jareth's was black as the night with long sparkly hair and a royal trot.

'Which mountain is that Rose' He said coldly.

'Greyshine' She answered tired. He had been asking her things as a teacher to a student in an exam since they started riding.

'The forest in it's skirts is...' He questioned ignoring her right answer.

'Darkwoods' Rose said in a sigh,

'Which lake is in it?' Jareth's tone started to make Rose angry.

'Silverwater' She said between her teeth.

'Population? And no growling' He said in a hoarse voice.

'Nymphs and náyades' She rolled her eyes and upon Jareth inquisitive glare she added 'Gnomes and metalflyes'

'Good, now the last one to get to the shelter...' and she couldn't her how the sentence ended because Jareth's horse run faster than the wind could carry. Rose breathed deeply, his tone had changed and he didn't seemed angry at her anymore. So she kicked gently her mare Oriel and she followed Jareth, gaining speed as she leant closer to the mare's neck.